bridging the gap...mmhmm 

way past my bedtime

right now it's at least an hour later than i've been awake in about a month and i should remedy this and go straight to bed, but i'm wide awake. i tried sleeping on the futon with my blue comforter and the fireplace on which almost always works but then i decided to read and now here i am.

there's nothing i would rather be doing than blogging and listening to sorority girl music and reading while i wait for the pages to load.

i <3 john g paton

"Amongst many who sought to deter me, was one dear old Christian gentleman, whose crowning argument always was, 'Cannibals! You will be eaten by Cannibals!' At last I replied, 'Mr. Dickson, you are advanced in years now, and your own prospect is soon to be laid in the grave, there to be eaten by worms; I confess to you, that if I can but live and die serving and honouring the Lord Jesus, it will make no difference to me whether I am eaten by Cannibals or by worms; and in the Great Day my resurrection body will arise as fair as yours in the likeness of our risen Redeemer.'

The old gentleman, raising his hands in a depreciating attitude, left the room exclaiming, 'After that I have nothing more to say!'"

don't even read this

first of all, i had no idea that people felt so strongly about registering email addresses in online contact storage services. whoa guys. whoa.

second of all, just tell me where i'm going. seriously. if i have to pay $600 for you to tell me where i'm going and that i have to raise $60000, do it promptly and also don't make me fill out pages of psychological analysis forms, i have a psychiatrist for that, just ask him.

third of all, new york city = intimidating.

fourth of all, i know...this post sucks.

fifth of all, i am a firm believer that posts only containing song lyrics is kind of a cop-out in this field of emotional expression. therefore i will include them in this random crappy post.


I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me either way
The places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling after me like a long lost friend

It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
The place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
It wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this

I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt
Leaving out what it lacked
The future seems so hard
And I want to go back
But the places that used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I've learned
And those roads closed off to me
While my back was turned

The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy to discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
Caught between the promise
And the things I know

seriously

danny devito

might be the antichrist


or it's soy like i thought before

happy new year