rainy winter
today i sludged through school in my classic green sweater.
today was the first day this year that i woar my green sweater and did not roll the sleaves of the collard shirt underneath it up over the sweater sleaves.
i dont know why i did.
five dollar words.
i'm going to start a live journal community with gabrielle for people to come and post pictures
i dont know what to call it
destinationxbeautiful and doyouseewhatisee are both too long. what fit was iamxphotograph. the x's are for scene points. comment if you have any suggestions.
things are weird lately. i'm back into jazz. two wynton marsallis (sp?) CDs in my cd player right now. the other is the photo album (ha^)
speaking of CDs. either my CDs suck or i suck at taking care of them, but most of the good ones i like have scratches on them. my solution is an ipod. hopefully i'll get an ipod for christmas where i can have all my CDs in one place. the troulbe is the car. i guess i'll have to get those tape things that play from a headphone jack into a car tape player.
bobby matson got a hair cut.
i had the deepest conversation with my dad tonight. careful here, i mean, the deepest conversation that i've ever had with my dad. probly no the deepest conversation. but, the deepest it's ever been with my dad. that's a big plus, lately (past few years) he and i have been drifting apart. i'm not the same old little kid who can go out for grounders and pop-ups and break for watermelon in the backyard. i miss those days and im sure he does too.
anyway over tea we discussed God for the first time in my life. he told me from about 7th grade through the end of high school he was pretty damn sure he was going to become a minister. this was a complete surprise to me because anytime God was mentioned he would trash the Catholic church. especially for the recent scandal and all that. i asked him why he turned away from the church and he said it was because he had one question that no minister could answer for him, and he gave up trying. the question was "do you talk to God?" and the ministers couldn't answer him directly. so he concluded himself that no one can really be closer than anyone else to God if you can't talk to him and form a relationship. i could have jumped in and said "yeah, exept i talk to God" but he wouldn't beleive me. the sophmores did/do/will. i do. ah that was real personal i wont be surprised if i erase that.
i wonder why we're ashamed to say anything about God. like, i'm guilty of it. if i were to proclaim it here and everywhere that my best friend was God you'd all call me crazy or queer or something.
i dont know. big revelation with my dad today. that's the story. i'm too tired to talk anymore.
not really i could speak volumes (ha) but i'm gonna go lay in bed/sleep.
by the way my bed is more comfy than yours.
today was the first day this year that i woar my green sweater and did not roll the sleaves of the collard shirt underneath it up over the sweater sleaves.
i dont know why i did.
five dollar words.
i'm going to start a live journal community with gabrielle for people to come and post pictures
i dont know what to call it
destinationxbeautiful and doyouseewhatisee are both too long. what fit was iamxphotograph. the x's are for scene points. comment if you have any suggestions.
things are weird lately. i'm back into jazz. two wynton marsallis (sp?) CDs in my cd player right now. the other is the photo album (ha^)
speaking of CDs. either my CDs suck or i suck at taking care of them, but most of the good ones i like have scratches on them. my solution is an ipod. hopefully i'll get an ipod for christmas where i can have all my CDs in one place. the troulbe is the car. i guess i'll have to get those tape things that play from a headphone jack into a car tape player.
bobby matson got a hair cut.
i had the deepest conversation with my dad tonight. careful here, i mean, the deepest conversation that i've ever had with my dad. probly no the deepest conversation. but, the deepest it's ever been with my dad. that's a big plus, lately (past few years) he and i have been drifting apart. i'm not the same old little kid who can go out for grounders and pop-ups and break for watermelon in the backyard. i miss those days and im sure he does too.
anyway over tea we discussed God for the first time in my life. he told me from about 7th grade through the end of high school he was pretty damn sure he was going to become a minister. this was a complete surprise to me because anytime God was mentioned he would trash the Catholic church. especially for the recent scandal and all that. i asked him why he turned away from the church and he said it was because he had one question that no minister could answer for him, and he gave up trying. the question was "do you talk to God?" and the ministers couldn't answer him directly. so he concluded himself that no one can really be closer than anyone else to God if you can't talk to him and form a relationship. i could have jumped in and said "yeah, exept i talk to God" but he wouldn't beleive me. the sophmores did/do/will. i do. ah that was real personal i wont be surprised if i erase that.
i wonder why we're ashamed to say anything about God. like, i'm guilty of it. if i were to proclaim it here and everywhere that my best friend was God you'd all call me crazy or queer or something.
i dont know. big revelation with my dad today. that's the story. i'm too tired to talk anymore.
not really i could speak volumes (ha) but i'm gonna go lay in bed/sleep.
by the way my bed is more comfy than yours.