transient stupor
i'm reading a book, "through painted deserts" by good old LU favorite don miller, and it pinpoints exactly how i felt last semester, so much so that it's hard to read it. i get a paragraph into reading and i just close the book up. what a life, wondering around. i'm so jealous, i just want to pack up and hit the open road. and not in a cliche at-the-cross-roads-of-my-life-so-i'm-just-going-to-pack-up-and-run-away thing. cause mom would hate that she says that's not the way to deal with things.
i dunno, the further into this semester i go, the further away last semester goes into my mind where sometimes it doesn't feel like it was really real at all. i don't want to walk around feeling restless and unproductive for the next college years of my life.
but enough whining about all that. life is good, god is good, and he continues to bless me with people in my life that come and go, reappear, and still feel right. i had some other things i was going to say, but i forgot them, and such is the nature of LJing. so long.
this:
which is from this view, its just dark and you can't see it:
thanks to ryan and zab.
cyber-sigh. i miss it. but things are looking up, which i'm glad, because for a long time i was afraid i'd just be wondering around, in some sort of transient-stupor, looking for things to occupy me.
i dunno, the further into this semester i go, the further away last semester goes into my mind where sometimes it doesn't feel like it was really real at all. i don't want to walk around feeling restless and unproductive for the next college years of my life.
but enough whining about all that. life is good, god is good, and he continues to bless me with people in my life that come and go, reappear, and still feel right. i had some other things i was going to say, but i forgot them, and such is the nature of LJing. so long.
this:
which is from this view, its just dark and you can't see it:
thanks to ryan and zab.
cyber-sigh. i miss it. but things are looking up, which i'm glad, because for a long time i was afraid i'd just be wondering around, in some sort of transient-stupor, looking for things to occupy me.