I'm writing to all of you avid readers from the great state of Texas and specifically, San Antonio. So far the Gathering has been a great opportunity and but also frusterating at the same time. I love my youth, but every day is longer than perhaps I would like. Anyways, it looks like my friend Megan is getting restless, so I should go, but I ( Read more... )

I leave for San Antonio in the afternoon, which is interesting on many different levels. We are flying down and I haven't flown on an airplane in a very long time. I guess I have some anxiety of flying. Can you really imagine being over two thousand feet in the air on a bird made from steel that could, at any moment run into despair? But I'm ( Read more... )

Sometimes it's hard to tell who is meant to be together.

Sometimes I wonder if we were meant to be together.

Waiting is a reluctant answer.

Today was my second day at work. I didn't need to go in until 3 and I didn't really start working until 3:30. Of course, we couldn't work for too long, because dinner was needed before we went to a meeting for the National Youth Gathering at 6:00. So today was a good day of not really doing anything; researching the Gathering and sending out ( Read more... )

Today I went with the other internship students to explore the bus system and downtown Minneapolis. It was an interesting expereience. We ended up walking quite a bit and were able to explore the library, riverside, and the Minneapolis Center for Book Arts. The MCBA was especially exciting as it was primarily a place to learn the art of book ( Read more... )

It's 8:00 in the morning and I'm awake, not still passed out. To know that this will become habitual is frightening.

"...and you're the victim of the crime."

Moved into my single. St. Paul? Excited to be here.

Drinking coffee and listening to Sufjan Stevens. It's all pretty awesome.

A part of me would like to believe that you don't exist, that you don't matter anymore and never really did. But irrationality and false pretenses always give out to the estranged notion of admission. The truth of the matter is that I still like to talk about you, to be proud of you and hold you in higher esteem than any words that fall from my ( Read more... )

I'm bored. I have insomnia. It's another day of doing nothing. All I want is to sit around and drink all day. Bloody mary or mojito?