I've decided that Jars of Clay is most definitely NOT the soundtrack to my life. Know why? I will tell you. Because any soundtrack to my life would include a hell of a lot of train noise. Because on any given day of my life, between my tenth birthday and now, I have undoubtedly heard dozens of train whistles, waited while they rumbled past, and ( Read more... )

Riding in the car tonight, lost in my own thoughts. While it didn't matter who was driving, one thing was for sure. I could see the stars more clearly than I had in a while. It's strange on days like this. I can be surrounded by people and all I want to do is be lost inside my own mind ( Read more... )

Yay, massive amounts of fun to be happenin tonight!!! YAY!!!!! Bowlin, dancin like an idiot,makin an ass of myself. I luff everyone. Yay.

i came to a conclusion earlier today. I have friends. Today I was cleaning my room, and I found a pair of wet pants crumpled at the foot of my bed. I sniffed them cautiously, wanted to see what was on them. Rain. They smelled like rain and it suddenly came back to me. The night when everything was really wrong, I went to Denny's with Steph and her ( Read more... )

I'm thinking it's about time to put my fist through something. Anyone wanna fight me? I've got all this anger built up in me and no place to put it.

I am going to start posting poetry of mine every now and then. This is old, but it seems to spark some of the rythm of life I had when i could write. When I was so stifled that my mind exploded with inspiration ( Read more... )

Got up this morning, put on normal people clothes, and got ready to go to church. Steve and Jacey got to my house at about 9:45, and we went to Saint Patrick's. We drove through some of the worst dairy stink imagineable, to a building that seemed to have cars pouring out of it. They lined the streets and even were parked in the cemetary behind it ( Read more... )

St. Patrick's ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a very, VERY interesting day. It started as most of my days usually do, the alarm going off, me grumbling and hitting the snooze. But this day was different. Instead of putting on my work clothes, I put on my church clothes. I wore a skirt for once, and a dress shirt. I got all ready to go, and sat grainy-eyed, waiting for my friend ( Read more... )

I can't help this feeling that I am doing something wrong. Or not doing something that I should. Maybe it's just because of last week. Maybe I came home feeling like I needed to make some moves but I didn't. Maybe I am just where I was before, only now I've gotten a taste of what I want and I'm dying for more.