So I've switched over my blogging, as some of you may know, to blogspot. I'll be checking back in from time to time over here, but I really like that site and ever since I switched it seems quite a few people have scooted over there as well. If any of you are over there, feel free to friend me. See you on the other side.

I don't want to make a big post about it but I just wanted to let everyone know I'm doing better ( Read more... )

So, I've moved to college now. I'm at Valparaiso University but everyone calls it Valpo, which, I agree, is easier to spell and say. Anyway, this little tidbit of information means I have a new address and here it is ( Read more... )

 Here's the speech that I made at graduation for those of you who weren't there or if any of you zoned out, haha. I hope you like it.

Who We Are

I wrote this speech two weeks ago in the middle of the night. It was the middle of the week and I had just gotten home from a friend’s house and a movie night. I had walked to my car and looked up at the ( Read more... )

 I witnessed man today. Humanity was present in my Uncle Bob moreso than anything I've seen in such a long time. That was what I ended up getting out of the memorial service, a sense of humanity, what it means to be human; how it feels. He had been married for sixty years. He doesn't know that I know this, but he had nightmares for years after the ( Read more... )

 I have to go to a memorial service tomorrow for my great-aunt. I always get this odd feeling with funerals or memorial services or whatever ( Read more... )

If I had been born in a different time I think I would have become a bum and not done much of anything and just gone off with my friends on a trip somewhere and maybe have come back and maybe have not. I might have been that one friend who didn't come back. They woke up in Seattle and I just wasn't in the car. They spent two days looking for me. ( Read more... )

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Sometimes I'm told that I'm not thinking clearly about what I'm aiming for or what's important, but at the same time I feel like I'm sort of the only sane one. That sounds like I'm just full of myself, but that's the only way I can explain it really. Maybe we're just all insane.

 So I had the choice between snowblower and shovel, and I chose shovel. It was hard, my arms are tired, my fingers are kind of dead, but I liked being out in the cold on my own with my headphones on with some purpose to my being there. It felt good. Can anyone relate ( Read more... )