tonight

tonight i had dinner, some tea, went grocery shopping, went to a party, laughed until everything hurt and tears were streaming down my face. you know it's going to be a good night when you walk into a strange apartment and there are people dancing to The Mariners Revenge Song by the Decemberists. anyway, we rolled about on the floor, fought with balloons, and then there was the one gun salute...

cross on

tomorrow I begin shooting a short film on home, whatever that means.

i need to learn how to trust but first I need to learn how to be loved.

gas is cheaper now

everyone needs to be held, not everyone gets to be. here's hopin'.

the cure

Saturday night I had to do one of the hardest things of my entire life, I had to give something up, something that God had given me and that he was asking for back. Well, I gave it to him and in the days since I have second guessed that decision more times than I could ever count. But what it comes down to is, how much do I trust God? I don't know, I want to trust him and the idea of trusting him is what gives me hope that one day he'll give back what I feel like I've lost. But what really gives me hope is that God is a God of intentions, he's a God of the heart, and even if I totally screwed up, he knows that the only reason I did it was that I thought I was doing what he asked me to do. And he'll reward my good intentions. So this is where I want to be.
see also. There's No "I" in Team, or perhaps more accurately, Now It's Done, by Taking Back Sunday and Straylight Run, respectively.

memories

the idea that this part of my life won't last forever is a hard one to think about. In so many ways this saddens me to no end, being that I feel that this is to some extent the way it should be. It could be as short as another year, what will happen, is it even possible to leave? Well as Marshall says, it will be a good day when I go from living with 3 guys to living with 1 girl.

second star to the left, drive until dawn

I am jealous of you, moon, for tonight you get to see her.
Life is kind of like trying to read brail made of butter, as you reach for the truth your fingers get lost in the mushiness.

man I'm really sad that Steve Irwin is dead, that really sucks.

who adores you?

how did i get this lucky?