blue like the georgian bay and your shirt
Just finished the first chapter of Donald Miller's book, Blue Like Jazz. I am completely mesmerized. It's fantastic. I want to write a memoir. I know what to write.
About the day in the living room with the vacuum cleaner when I realized that the rest of the human race could be robots and I'd never know, when I think I first wondered about God and my existence and how no one else could live my life but me, and about the color of the clouds over China in my head (a foreboding mix of grey and red and orange, kind of like "The Nothing" in The Neverending Story movie). At least, I think this is a start.
I think one day that all of this honesty on the Internet will come back and bite me in the butt. That's a lie, if I really thought that I wouldn't be honest. But it should bite me. I'm soo asking for it.
My pastor has a blog. You should read it.
Facebook is crazy all of a sudden, and my friend wrote really funny things about it. I'm not sure I can really call him my friend. We don't really talk anymore, which kind of upsets me. He's really hilarious and random and even insightful sometimes.
Two of the things I hate most in the world are people who I care about not talking to me, and being made to feel stupid.
PS. I am engaged. <3 insert a thousand blissful sighs here. He loves Jesus and soaring rock cliffs and sparkling snow and foreign countries and home and family and good pizza just as much as I do, and quite possibly more. I wish he was here right this second.
I haven't actually said anything significant about my life on lj in a very long time, but this one is significantly more significant than anything that has ever happened to me, and least since I started using facebook. At least since I was 6. Right now he, my fiance, is at band practice. I think. I am thinking that I want to read my new discovery to him, because he doesn't really like to read, but I think he doesn't mind me reading to him, and this feels like the kind of book that needs to be read out loud.
He looked very hot(t) at work today.
Tomorrow I don't have to go to school and I am savoring this night like hot chocolate with amaretto creamer and lilac scented candles.
About the day in the living room with the vacuum cleaner when I realized that the rest of the human race could be robots and I'd never know, when I think I first wondered about God and my existence and how no one else could live my life but me, and about the color of the clouds over China in my head (a foreboding mix of grey and red and orange, kind of like "The Nothing" in The Neverending Story movie). At least, I think this is a start.
I think one day that all of this honesty on the Internet will come back and bite me in the butt. That's a lie, if I really thought that I wouldn't be honest. But it should bite me. I'm soo asking for it.
My pastor has a blog. You should read it.
Facebook is crazy all of a sudden, and my friend wrote really funny things about it. I'm not sure I can really call him my friend. We don't really talk anymore, which kind of upsets me. He's really hilarious and random and even insightful sometimes.
Two of the things I hate most in the world are people who I care about not talking to me, and being made to feel stupid.
PS. I am engaged. <3 insert a thousand blissful sighs here. He loves Jesus and soaring rock cliffs and sparkling snow and foreign countries and home and family and good pizza just as much as I do, and quite possibly more. I wish he was here right this second.
I haven't actually said anything significant about my life on lj in a very long time, but this one is significantly more significant than anything that has ever happened to me, and least since I started using facebook. At least since I was 6. Right now he, my fiance, is at band practice. I think. I am thinking that I want to read my new discovery to him, because he doesn't really like to read, but I think he doesn't mind me reading to him, and this feels like the kind of book that needs to be read out loud.
He looked very hot(t) at work today.
Tomorrow I don't have to go to school and I am savoring this night like hot chocolate with amaretto creamer and lilac scented candles.