Today is one of the happiest days of my life:
I went to my doctor's appointment (although late) and talked with "Dr. Fick" about migraines.... then I mentioned that I thought I might have ADD. (I knew there's something up with me because I enjoy being crazy, and as much as I hate my life, there's so much else about life that amazes me... even people with the worst lives can find something about living and life to be overwhelmed with passion about...)
What's next? Counseling meds and democracy jazz.... and is order finally attainable? Will I no longer find myself again in the ever reverbial low of knowing that I will fail no matter how fiercely determined I feel at the present stunning moment? Will I conceive of a plan and actually implement it? Will I achieve some sort of stability... ever? I'll see...
So that's it. Dr. Robinson confirmed it.
This is a moment that makes me smile as the music pounds into a gentle fade. I have ADD. How bout that mama?
Monday, June 25, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
life is not square
It doesn’t make sense how people you know for so long to be the walls of your house fall away. Walls hold up the house of my life. What I don’t understand is how people you know won’t go away… can’t go away… and then
they do. They gave you something. You were gonna give back. You knew what you were gonna give back. You had it and you were gonna give it back sometime or another. But you never thought it was important to do it right away. And then they maybe think that you don’t care about their love and it sucks cause that’s all that they had left and used it up. That love that they gave you was pure | loud | honest | desperate. Maybe they think that you didn’t even notice/didn’t care.
You took something of theirs. You never gave back. They had run out. They had nothing left.
you will never see them again.
you will never give back their love
for ETERNITY you will not see them and eternity is quite a long time.
THEY’RE IN HELL
It just doesn’t make sense.
-----------------------------------------
Truth ≠ Reason
faith to truth…
they do. They gave you something. You were gonna give back. You knew what you were gonna give back. You had it and you were gonna give it back sometime or another. But you never thought it was important to do it right away. And then they maybe think that you don’t care about their love and it sucks cause that’s all that they had left and used it up. That love that they gave you was pure | loud | honest | desperate. Maybe they think that you didn’t even notice/didn’t care.
You took something of theirs. You never gave back. They had run out. They had nothing left.
you will never see them again.
you will never give back their love
for ETERNITY you will not see them and eternity is quite a long time.
THEY’RE IN HELL
It just doesn’t make sense.
-----------------------------------------
Truth ≠ Reason
faith to truth…
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
i'm at a loss of words and it's not really like i can put the two and two together so what's the point. my life is a reflection of drudgery, rejection of reliance in God, and sheer exhaustion. most of what i struggle with is what i do to myself not what others may do.
so i'm saying this now. it's from the inside that i fight against a waging rush that pours into my mouth and chokes and the rocks are covered with moss and when i do lose my grip and slip even further i get whacked on the rock behind me and it hurts as i feel like i am being pulled down - slipping / twisting / falling / to where i first begun on the "ladder"
it's not true but that's how i see it - a ladder where it starts when i decided to be godly. can i do that? no.
it's not about climbing up against rungs to fall again
it's about Him
and it's just a tad more than i can take
but i need him
for basics
God please help me now.
so i'm saying this now. it's from the inside that i fight against a waging rush that pours into my mouth and chokes and the rocks are covered with moss and when i do lose my grip and slip even further i get whacked on the rock behind me and it hurts as i feel like i am being pulled down - slipping / twisting / falling / to where i first begun on the "ladder"
it's not true but that's how i see it - a ladder where it starts when i decided to be godly. can i do that? no.
it's not about climbing up against rungs to fall again
it's about Him
and it's just a tad more than i can take
but i need him
for basics
God please help me now.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
SOULFORCE, Prelude
Today SOULFORCE is coming. If you don't know what that is, you can check them out here: http://www.soulforce.org/ They are a group of individuals, some straight, some gay, some lesbian, and some transgender people that are trying to get christian colleges to stop discriminating against homosexuality. They also identify themselves as Christians.
7:03 AM - I stepped outside of D1, tripped on a stair on the way to the street, and stumbled into Rebekah Turner's green car. We were going to Brew Mountain to study. I was astonished when I looked around. The sky was ashen grey. Cop cars everywhere. Police officers, security officers, a white windy satellite pole reaching into the sky from an ambulence like truck with "Sherrif" written on the side. Black uniforms. Kara Holthous, our trusty campus operations handywoman was wheeling around in a golf cart. Colten yawned in front of Red Hill, among a cluster of security guards. His expression seemed to read, here we go.
9:01 AM - Driving back to campus we had to show our I.D.s SOULFORCE is coming! (between 10 and 2) The entire campus grounds was parametered by a police officer every 10 yards. I got dropped off in front of Red Hill and greeted Allison and Max, a matching couple sporting plastic PHC I.D. brazonly hung from their chests. Today we were part of something. Part of a wildly conservative christian college that stood against homosexuality. NO INTERACTION on campus. NO INTERACTION at ALL was the recommended policy. Words came through my head, of what my gay friends had told me, Churches hate gay people.... Do they? Do you? After I told him I was going to Patrick Henry, he asked me if I would change... he asked me how they stood on the issue. I'm wondering what to say...
I have wing chapel now. like now. be back later. for SOULFORCE.. the aftermath!
7:03 AM - I stepped outside of D1, tripped on a stair on the way to the street, and stumbled into Rebekah Turner's green car. We were going to Brew Mountain to study. I was astonished when I looked around. The sky was ashen grey. Cop cars everywhere. Police officers, security officers, a white windy satellite pole reaching into the sky from an ambulence like truck with "Sherrif" written on the side. Black uniforms. Kara Holthous, our trusty campus operations handywoman was wheeling around in a golf cart. Colten yawned in front of Red Hill, among a cluster of security guards. His expression seemed to read, here we go.
9:01 AM - Driving back to campus we had to show our I.D.s SOULFORCE is coming! (between 10 and 2) The entire campus grounds was parametered by a police officer every 10 yards. I got dropped off in front of Red Hill and greeted Allison and Max, a matching couple sporting plastic PHC I.D. brazonly hung from their chests. Today we were part of something. Part of a wildly conservative christian college that stood against homosexuality. NO INTERACTION on campus. NO INTERACTION at ALL was the recommended policy. Words came through my head, of what my gay friends had told me, Churches hate gay people.... Do they? Do you? After I told him I was going to Patrick Henry, he asked me if I would change... he asked me how they stood on the issue. I'm wondering what to say...
I have wing chapel now. like now. be back later. for SOULFORCE.. the aftermath!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
late in the wee wee owaz
ok so as I write these non-scrutinizing words, it's 12:40 in la manana and i'm waiting for these sleeping pills to kick in. I just sat in the D1 (MTV, homiville) with Jenna, Travis, Mike, and Bri, and we basically warmed our behinds on the couches while complaing about our lives at PHC and in general, and sittin back to unload our messy heads. I'm not sure if that makes any sense, but... um... yea. Now I've realized three crucial things about myself. Actually not. Well, I've decided/discovered how distant I've grown from God. I've not been angry, "sinning", or any of the above. But I can see a distinct pattern of loss of joy. And another thing I miss is looking up at God each day, simply to marvel at the cross. The cross and work of Christ is so amazing and big that it is life-defining! so often I lose focus and trip all over myself.
i feel so strange though. after going through that grueling 100 mile, 4 day hike, i'm a limping girl with swollen feet and freshly broken blisters. i feel like an invalid. literally.
after getting off work tonight @ brew, i went to giant to buy yet another toothbrush (to stand in for the one that is lost somewhere in someplace). I wondered around for 30 minutes and ending up buying water (yum!), sleeping pills (yum!), a toothbrush, a backpacking mag, and a variety puzzles mag. i am so strange.
now i will scoop into variety puzzles for 3 minutes before these powerful pills that are now affecting my thoughts kick in.
g'night!
i feel so strange though. after going through that grueling 100 mile, 4 day hike, i'm a limping girl with swollen feet and freshly broken blisters. i feel like an invalid. literally.
after getting off work tonight @ brew, i went to giant to buy yet another toothbrush (to stand in for the one that is lost somewhere in someplace). I wondered around for 30 minutes and ending up buying water (yum!), sleeping pills (yum!), a toothbrush, a backpacking mag, and a variety puzzles mag. i am so strange.
now i will scoop into variety puzzles for 3 minutes before these powerful pills that are now affecting my thoughts kick in.
g'night!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Facebook Comments
For some reason I found this on my computer: a really long Facebook comment for Jennifer C-rd-n. Maybe I'm the only one that found it funny:
Dear Jennifer,
I maybe should start over again in a more serious tone, since this IS a very IMPORTANT matter. (Hence Facebook)
DEAR "SISTER IN CHRIST": (well I certainly hope so)
You have been wearing very immodest clothes. It is not that you are wearing anything revealing, but I would go as far as to say that your clothes are, well, SUGGESTIVE. It has been recently duly notes that the color red is one of expressive sexual tension. Therefore by wearing red, you have been suggestive in your mannnerisms and I am sure that you have probably wreaked enough damage. Two particular ways in which I have observed you being suggestive is when you wear your Maryland Terps Shirt after hours (which is shocking red), and when you wear your so-called "patriotic" combo - you know what I am talking about- your Anne Taylor jean jumper and long sleeve RED blouse. This goes clearly against Scriptural teachings!
Isaiah 1:18 says, “Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like SCARLET (which is another word for RED), they shall be as white as snow; though they are RED like crimson (yet another word for RED), they shall become like wool.
Wearing RED is not only SUGGESTIVE but it is UNBIBLICAL. One can easily see that this passage calls us to wear things like WHITE, snow, and WOOL, and NOT RED, since wearing RED is also the color of an UNREGENERATE SOUL. PLEASE STOP WEARING RED. It confuses people and causes men women and children to stumble...
On another note of loving REBUKE, there are too many comments on your facebook page from the OPPOSITE SEX. This is probably due to your excessive wearage of RED and not because of your personality or amazingness.
HAPPY NEWS:
I just finished making this gorgious and stunningly embroidered baby cloth daiper for my hope chest, and I think you should do the same.
And an encouragement for you: As much as I see everyday how flawed you are, as in dressing suggestively, I would like to offer up some encouragement. To Jesus, you're like pink icing and gingerbread and roses mixed with sparkles! To him you are a PRECIOUS princess in Christ. To Him, your worth is SO far above rubies AND diamonds!
Jennifer dearest, you are very special in the sight of the ALL LOVING GOD, who loves even the worst sinners.
Please, dear, please, let me know when you are ready to apologize to me and the other ladies for your excessive usage of RED, which has attracted too much unwarranted attention from MEN. The fact that you have so many
Facebook comments from MEN is unbiblical in that it is unfair to the rest of us ladies, who occasionally receive one or two comments from membors of the OPPOSITE SEX. In Christ, we should all be equal. But how can that be, when you get more male attention on facebook?
-->Bible verses promoting EQUALity:
>Revelations 21:16 "The city lies foursquare; its length the same as its width. And he measured the city with his rod, 12,000 stadia. Its length and width and height are EQUAL."
>2 Corinthians 6:14 "Do not be unEQUALly yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness?"
Please do not be frightened by the time stamp on this comment. It is actually 10:00 AM where I am doing missions work in Communist China right now.
Your Loving Sister In Christ,
- Ioanna Lily Ann Cornett (last name pending change, by the grace of God)
PS: Embroidering "Sistahs" Until Heaven!
Dear Jennifer,
I maybe should start over again in a more serious tone, since this IS a very IMPORTANT matter. (Hence Facebook)
DEAR "SISTER IN CHRIST": (well I certainly hope so)
You have been wearing very immodest clothes. It is not that you are wearing anything revealing, but I would go as far as to say that your clothes are, well, SUGGESTIVE. It has been recently duly notes that the color red is one of expressive sexual tension. Therefore by wearing red, you have been suggestive in your mannnerisms and I am sure that you have probably wreaked enough damage. Two particular ways in which I have observed you being suggestive is when you wear your Maryland Terps Shirt after hours (which is shocking red), and when you wear your so-called "patriotic" combo - you know what I am talking about- your Anne Taylor jean jumper and long sleeve RED blouse. This goes clearly against Scriptural teachings!
Isaiah 1:18 says, “Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like SCARLET (which is another word for RED), they shall be as white as snow; though they are RED like crimson (yet another word for RED), they shall become like wool.
Wearing RED is not only SUGGESTIVE but it is UNBIBLICAL. One can easily see that this passage calls us to wear things like WHITE, snow, and WOOL, and NOT RED, since wearing RED is also the color of an UNREGENERATE SOUL. PLEASE STOP WEARING RED. It confuses people and causes men women and children to stumble...
On another note of loving REBUKE, there are too many comments on your facebook page from the OPPOSITE SEX. This is probably due to your excessive wearage of RED and not because of your personality or amazingness.
HAPPY NEWS:
I just finished making this gorgious and stunningly embroidered baby cloth daiper for my hope chest, and I think you should do the same.
And an encouragement for you: As much as I see everyday how flawed you are, as in dressing suggestively, I would like to offer up some encouragement. To Jesus, you're like pink icing and gingerbread and roses mixed with sparkles! To him you are a PRECIOUS princess in Christ. To Him, your worth is SO far above rubies AND diamonds!
Jennifer dearest, you are very special in the sight of the ALL LOVING GOD, who loves even the worst sinners.
Please, dear, please, let me know when you are ready to apologize to me and the other ladies for your excessive usage of RED, which has attracted too much unwarranted attention from MEN. The fact that you have so many
Facebook comments from MEN is unbiblical in that it is unfair to the rest of us ladies, who occasionally receive one or two comments from membors of the OPPOSITE SEX. In Christ, we should all be equal. But how can that be, when you get more male attention on facebook?
-->Bible verses promoting EQUALity:
>Revelations 21:16 "The city lies foursquare; its length the same as its width. And he measured the city with his rod, 12,000 stadia. Its length and width and height are EQUAL."
>2 Corinthians 6:14 "Do not be unEQUALly yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness?"
Please do not be frightened by the time stamp on this comment. It is actually 10:00 AM where I am doing missions work in Communist China right now.
Your Loving Sister In Christ,
- Ioanna Lily Ann Cornett (last name pending change, by the grace of God)
PS: Embroidering "Sistahs" Until Heaven!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Life is a definite blur
9:56pm////
Dear self, and wandering eyes of internet roamers, whoever you may be (President Bush - my sincerest regards)...
Today I woke up and looked out the window. Lake Bob was shimmering with the heavenly glow of midmorning sun and romantic geese were bobbing their heads up and down in the green water entranced in some ancient mating ritual.
"Wait a minute- did I just say 'midmorning sun'"?!?
I glanced at my cell phone- it read 9:27am. NO!!!!
Again I realized that I had ruined the first day of my school week - precious monday, next to bloody sunday. I missed Biology AND journalism. Yesturday I did the total of over 3 hours of driving. It was very dreary. Although I did see the ones I love... anyways, missing classes = VERY BAD.
I logically concluded that I was now in need of major GRACE.... and consequently still am!
On a side note I have another headache. Some of these days just aren't "the days." I want to be laying in the sun again, on the top of Ravens Rock, listening to the world come alive with insects and spring breezes against the backdrop of Cate and Jessica dramatically reading King Lear....
I finally brushed my teeth this afternoon. This finally happened after I finally went to the store today and finally bought a toothbrush. (GASP! Will the secret ever be revealed that I managed to survive this semester without a toothbrush until now??!!??) It helped me with my self-conciousness. I was really worried about bad breath. I mean REALLY worried. I am very self centered... but... I do live inside myself... and it's the only view I ever witness firsthand- that is, from inside looking out.
I also walked to the cafeteria for lunch today. Ack! It was noon exactly and the cafeteria was filled with students. I walked over the toaster oven and made a sandwhich with my head looking down. David came by and gave me a "hello hope you doing well you look tired" hug. Meredith gave me a "i haven't seen you in awhile" hug. Lauren gave me a "long and long and loving - you look very sad" hug. Briana later gave me a "i'm just going to hold onto you forever hug because I'm really tired and you must be too so let's just lovingly rest" hug. Becca gave me a "we're both asians and we are the only asians in the cafeteria and i haven't seen you in like, an entire day and i am wearing a really hot shirt" hug. Or maybe that was yesturday... Jenna hugged me.. today? (It was a "Renae is a cool girl but so is Lily too, i think, and also, it's the second time i've let this poor girl into the dorm and maybe i'm hugging her because of that or maybe she just hugged me and i'm hugging her back" hug.) Whatever the case, I did a lot of hugging and I realized it was probably because I had a really sad face today!
Come to think of it, I've been hugging a lot. When I read into them to much I interpret much love. Thus, I logically conclude that HUGGING is HOT CHOCOLATE for the SOUL.
ALSO: Yesturday, there was a big tour bus outside of Founders that I saw when I was walking to my car. I suddenly thought that it was SOULFORCE. Haha, good one, close. No... it was the Model UN people coming back from partying in New York. My mistake, BIG difference.
My tired head has much to do. Since my body is attached to it, my body will follow my head. Um...
Jessica just read right now in a Dove wrapper that Dove Inc. invites us to "Test your limits and keep going."
I'm writing my to do list:
1. Test my limits
2. Keep going
It is once again that I've succumbed to a candy wrapper to dictate my life... the other was "Be mischievous- it feels good" or something like that.
Actually I've changed my mind! Let's go with:
1. Tell God how helpless and dependent I am especially with all the school this week.
2. Beg him for help.
3. Pending.
Dear self, and wandering eyes of internet roamers, whoever you may be (President Bush - my sincerest regards)...
Today I woke up and looked out the window. Lake Bob was shimmering with the heavenly glow of midmorning sun and romantic geese were bobbing their heads up and down in the green water entranced in some ancient mating ritual.
"Wait a minute- did I just say 'midmorning sun'"?!?
I glanced at my cell phone- it read 9:27am. NO!!!!
Again I realized that I had ruined the first day of my school week - precious monday, next to bloody sunday. I missed Biology AND journalism. Yesturday I did the total of over 3 hours of driving. It was very dreary. Although I did see the ones I love... anyways, missing classes = VERY BAD.
I logically concluded that I was now in need of major GRACE.... and consequently still am!
On a side note I have another headache. Some of these days just aren't "the days." I want to be laying in the sun again, on the top of Ravens Rock, listening to the world come alive with insects and spring breezes against the backdrop of Cate and Jessica dramatically reading King Lear....
I finally brushed my teeth this afternoon. This finally happened after I finally went to the store today and finally bought a toothbrush. (GASP! Will the secret ever be revealed that I managed to survive this semester without a toothbrush until now??!!??) It helped me with my self-conciousness. I was really worried about bad breath. I mean REALLY worried. I am very self centered... but... I do live inside myself... and it's the only view I ever witness firsthand- that is, from inside looking out.
I also walked to the cafeteria for lunch today. Ack! It was noon exactly and the cafeteria was filled with students. I walked over the toaster oven and made a sandwhich with my head looking down. David came by and gave me a "hello hope you doing well you look tired" hug. Meredith gave me a "i haven't seen you in awhile" hug. Lauren gave me a "long and long and loving - you look very sad" hug. Briana later gave me a "i'm just going to hold onto you forever hug because I'm really tired and you must be too so let's just lovingly rest" hug. Becca gave me a "we're both asians and we are the only asians in the cafeteria and i haven't seen you in like, an entire day and i am wearing a really hot shirt" hug. Or maybe that was yesturday... Jenna hugged me.. today? (It was a "Renae is a cool girl but so is Lily too, i think, and also, it's the second time i've let this poor girl into the dorm and maybe i'm hugging her because of that or maybe she just hugged me and i'm hugging her back" hug.) Whatever the case, I did a lot of hugging and I realized it was probably because I had a really sad face today!
Come to think of it, I've been hugging a lot. When I read into them to much I interpret much love. Thus, I logically conclude that HUGGING is HOT CHOCOLATE for the SOUL.
ALSO: Yesturday, there was a big tour bus outside of Founders that I saw when I was walking to my car. I suddenly thought that it was SOULFORCE. Haha, good one, close. No... it was the Model UN people coming back from partying in New York. My mistake, BIG difference.
My tired head has much to do. Since my body is attached to it, my body will follow my head. Um...
Jessica just read right now in a Dove wrapper that Dove Inc. invites us to "Test your limits and keep going."
I'm writing my to do list:
1. Test my limits
2. Keep going
It is once again that I've succumbed to a candy wrapper to dictate my life... the other was "Be mischievous- it feels good" or something like that.
Actually I've changed my mind! Let's go with:
1. Tell God how helpless and dependent I am especially with all the school this week.
2. Beg him for help.
3. Pending.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
my life is like driving over hills. i can't see over the one i'm on... and when i finally get over it, i can only see as far as the next peak
wa la!
it's the end of the world! count it once, count it twice. yep, it was good ya'll...
i kicked the ground so hard the iceburg flipped around and broke the sky... well, it kinda scraped it
being scrappy
life life life
... she was so absorbed now. no one would no it... that she doubted even being here... that she felt that it was pointless... that she wanted have a fun and wild ride through acadamia... only to end in this hollow sleepy little place... she wanted to go home and be with her sisters... for them and for her... sitting on the couch, running off, coming back, and they who were with her, all of us, including me, were so strange and random. we were the ackward but not awkward bunch. together through the thick and thin the long nights going on into the droning classroom daze....
but only from bits in pieces looking through the slits of others' lives
and sliding too far to get back up as we were high
hanging on to that one last time
total justification
yeah right
someone needs reality shock.
i did get it; driving home - suddenly i saw one world crossing into another, like it did at that one basketball game at washington bible... the good ole days where i lived by government tiled floors older computers and 3D graphics to work on NASA satellite screw plans. taking ideas from one world and bringing it to the next... the blueprints being transfered to cyberspace and feeling it.. ancient age
CICADAS so loud. joel and me traipsing round the grounds eating ice cream and wandering through the tech bldgs, wondering why the world went round... admiring cars, me asking him questions, him still a nerd and brilliant and eversincere. i forget those times i spent with him it was too long ago... now he's a million miles away in i rack
mister hartnett with shining in his eyes telling us about the exciting hours of being in the control station and directing the satellite so alive so many engineers and 3 story garage doors big machines and plastic glasses to wear when we went to look at them...
washington bible... driving on the beltway- past Silver Spring... every early morn drinking coffee talking to Lea or Andrew who would be wearing a funny shirt and swept hair, Lea's smile and coffee shirt, PEBL green phone... sitting in her office, me checking email wasting time and changing the background every five seconds....
micah's sleeping on the couch every time every day after school, mom is cooking ginger again (no mom! no more!) i miss that strong smell.
the light is yellow kyle wants to play video games i have a strong impulse to go outside and juggle with the soccerball. joel is going out again wants me to go to starbucks with him, we go it's evening, so many people he knows. nick drinking a mocha frapp saying something like, "dude... you won't believe what i #$%ing did the other day..."
anna complaining complaining
Reading through the purpose driven life with lauren, walking there with liz, eating green apples, chewing green apple gum, making gun team shirts
wa la!
it's the end of the world! count it once, count it twice. yep, it was good ya'll...
i kicked the ground so hard the iceburg flipped around and broke the sky... well, it kinda scraped it
being scrappy
life life life
... she was so absorbed now. no one would no it... that she doubted even being here... that she felt that it was pointless... that she wanted have a fun and wild ride through acadamia... only to end in this hollow sleepy little place... she wanted to go home and be with her sisters... for them and for her... sitting on the couch, running off, coming back, and they who were with her, all of us, including me, were so strange and random. we were the ackward but not awkward bunch. together through the thick and thin the long nights going on into the droning classroom daze....
but only from bits in pieces looking through the slits of others' lives
and sliding too far to get back up as we were high
hanging on to that one last time
total justification
yeah right
someone needs reality shock.
i did get it; driving home - suddenly i saw one world crossing into another, like it did at that one basketball game at washington bible... the good ole days where i lived by government tiled floors older computers and 3D graphics to work on NASA satellite screw plans. taking ideas from one world and bringing it to the next... the blueprints being transfered to cyberspace and feeling it.. ancient age
CICADAS so loud. joel and me traipsing round the grounds eating ice cream and wandering through the tech bldgs, wondering why the world went round... admiring cars, me asking him questions, him still a nerd and brilliant and eversincere. i forget those times i spent with him it was too long ago... now he's a million miles away in i rack
mister hartnett with shining in his eyes telling us about the exciting hours of being in the control station and directing the satellite so alive so many engineers and 3 story garage doors big machines and plastic glasses to wear when we went to look at them...
washington bible... driving on the beltway- past Silver Spring... every early morn drinking coffee talking to Lea or Andrew who would be wearing a funny shirt and swept hair, Lea's smile and coffee shirt, PEBL green phone... sitting in her office, me checking email wasting time and changing the background every five seconds....
micah's sleeping on the couch every time every day after school, mom is cooking ginger again (no mom! no more!) i miss that strong smell.
the light is yellow kyle wants to play video games i have a strong impulse to go outside and juggle with the soccerball. joel is going out again wants me to go to starbucks with him, we go it's evening, so many people he knows. nick drinking a mocha frapp saying something like, "dude... you won't believe what i #$%ing did the other day..."
anna complaining complaining
Reading through the purpose driven life with lauren, walking there with liz, eating green apples, chewing green apple gum, making gun team shirts
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