there is a great, noble life outside this window in the snow

I like that they call snow flurries snow flurries. Because that's what they do. And i'm really glad that i am sitting at this upstairs library table, right where the gnarly, angley, reachy tree can see me and tell me it's snowing. If it wasn't there i would have no distinction between the snow-motes and their mothering panel of cloud. I love that tree from very inside me, and i know that if i were snuggled in its hug i would still be cold because i would be outside and it's snowing. And there is a little sugaring on its branches already.

Moments like this have to be taken as they come, no matter what deadlines have me in their nooses, no matter how close the countdown is to zero. Life is worth living when i can take minutes to blog about my tree and the snow. But i also have to get to work. And so shall i.

I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall i be saved from mine enemies.
Psalm 18:3

delving into the past

If you have lots of time on your hands and are curious about my thoughts about life in high school, this is my old blog. There is a link to a "new one" which only has a few posts on it (though they are HILARIOUS). Enjoy!

EDIT: Remember all those times when i promised to write about pain even more? WELL, i'm writing a paper on it for class. So maybe i'll share it later. Yay for not lying to you after all!

isaac

I just had a dream about deer and buffalo.

If mom saw a bear in our house, she would say, *gasp* "there's a bear!" and then she would try to kill 'im.

Sometimes i freak out about candy and want some more after i've already had some.

You only eat candy at night, or in the early morning. But not in the daylight. Because that's not a good way to start your day. Breakfast is a good way to start your day.

I frake out.

You laugh like a pig.

[in the southernest drawl you can muster] I'm refillin my bullets. That's what i sure am doin'. Doin'. Doin'. Doin'.