The Ghost in the Attic Sings a Joyful Song

What a weekend. Marshall had to come home this weekend to play in the worship band at church (this turned out to be an enormous waste of gas for him). So I came too. We went straight to Jessie's house to see her slightly (post surgery) inebriated self. Then Jamie and I went off to go thrifting, and several other places. This culminated with my first time at Red Lobster. This is because my mother has a severe loathing for seafood, so the rest of her family never get to eat it. So anyways, I ate at Red Lobster with Jamie and her parents, who are incredibly cool. Then Saturday it began to snow and Lauren came over and we drove to High Point to take some pictures around some cool churches. There was a wedding going on at one of them. Weddings make me happy. However, our fun was unfortunately cut short by the phone call from her parents wanting her to come home because of the snow. So I drove her home, and then drove her car to Jessie's where I stayed until late. Many friends were there, we had a great time with the snow, and a fire on the hearth. Sunday, I drove to Lauren's house and took her back to mine, and we spent the day together unil I had to leave to return to Boone. This place could never compare to home.

Unfortunate Events

Well I was supposed to be taking a ski class this semester. So today I drove to Appalachian Ski Mountain for my first class only to find that parking was $1, and as many of you know, I'm poor. I had 14 cents. So they wouldn't let me park and I had to go back, and now I probably have to drop the class. Oh well.

The Legacy We'll Leave, The Lives We'll Take, The Difference We'll Make...

I want to be the kind of dad that has a million cool stories for his kids. My parents have a few good ones. I rememeber saying, "that's awesome dad, you got smashed at an Eric Clapton concert!!", that's a pretty cool one. And, mom saw Steve Miller which is pretty sweet. But I want more than that, I want to be able to look back on these years and say that I didn't waste my youth. I want my kid to say, "wow dad, you saw Taking Back Sunday?" I want to tell him how I once drove 700 miles just to see Brand New. I want to do so much crazy stuff that only kids do. I want to drive across the country to ride some rollercoasters. I want to spend a week living in my car. I want to be able to tell my kids how I was crazy once. How I lived the dream of being young. I want to teach them what I learned. All my stories will be sober stories. Most of all I want to be able to tell them, this is what Jesus was doing in 2005, when I was 19. This is what we did back then. This is the difference we made. This is how God used us. I want to be able to tell them how Appalachain State was different because we let Jesus use us here. Mostly I just can't wait to be a dad. But for now I'm going to just keep on making stories to tell them.

I Saw a Dead Head Sticker on a Cadillac...

It's cold here. There's snow on the ground. So, apparently it is winter. I can't wait for summer. This place isn't so bad when it's ice. I'm thinking about majoring in photography. Jesus is the only thing that matters.

Kill the Lights, Hold Me Tight, I'll be the Moon

Look inside me, I'm no worse than you. Sorry to disappoint you. I'll try harder.

Timing Rhymes with Reason

The dreaded time has come as i knew it would, it's back to mysteriously illegal smells in the halls, cafeteria food, and bathroom stall hunting (trying to find the least nasty one). Oh yeah and classes too. For some reason I like my western civ teacher, even though in the first class he managed to espouse the wonders of Karl Marx, claim the Pope is more evil than Stalin (not that I'm a fan of the Pope), claim all the founding fathers were all deists (Franklin and Jefferson were, but that's it), and compare the United States to Nazi Germany. I'm pretty sure he's a communist.

God's really been doing a lot of work on me lately. He's been revealing to me a little more of his nature, and speaking a lot of truth to me through some people. I'm really finding strength in the knowledge that all the identities that I use to describe myself, son, grandson, brother, student, friend, boyfriend, ect., are secondary to my true identity in Christ as a worshiper. That's my purpose, that's what I was created for. So I'm just trying to find comfort in that. I highly recomend that you read Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis, it's wonderful.

I'll be back this weekend for three days thanks to Martin Luther King Jr. Pray for me all of you who do, Love you all.

The Dream Died, Spring Semester is born.

It's been awhile, but I've been to busy to post. Well, I don't know if busy is the right word. More like preoccupied I think. Well Christmas break was amazing. This New Years was the best I've ever had. I've grown alot in the past month, and I'm alot happier now than I have been in awhile. God is good. School's started back up, but that's ok. I'll post more soon.