(nun)
wrote another poem last night for class. it's definitely one of my most creative, but still structured. i used language like i've never used it before. and to think i thought i couldn't do it. granted it took a while, but in retrospect, the lamenting i did over not being able to write was just retarded. i buy into lies way too easily. way too easily. but it seems that i have to shop for truth for the longest time, even past the season i needed it in. something's wrong with that. it needs to be fixed, and it shall. but i wrote the poem about the latest dream. i'm just proud of it.
long conversation last night in the hall with 5 other christians, all different denominations and a muslim. and it was all about spirituality and nobody got offended, which would have been really really easy. i've written before that i had a feeling God was bringing all these people together for a reason, and i think it's starting to surface. for some reason i'm really really cautious though, shopping for truth again i guess. it's weird.
i'm learning actual guitar solos in guitar lessons now. i'm stoked.
so much to read, oh well, it'll get done i guess.
get over it.
food.
long conversation last night in the hall with 5 other christians, all different denominations and a muslim. and it was all about spirituality and nobody got offended, which would have been really really easy. i've written before that i had a feeling God was bringing all these people together for a reason, and i think it's starting to surface. for some reason i'm really really cautious though, shopping for truth again i guess. it's weird.
i'm learning actual guitar solos in guitar lessons now. i'm stoked.
so much to read, oh well, it'll get done i guess.
get over it.
food.