The weather is starting to get to me, like it does every year. I hate putting the people I love through this.
To degauss: to remove unwanted magnetism in order to correct some sort of disturbance.
Ask me anything
Grad school, music, martial arts, SCIENCE!, rants, and poor life decisions, all flavored with dashes of feigned elitism and genuine spite.
He’s probably only looking for so much more than she could ever give: a life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
"The Middle" by Jimmy Eat World is more applicable to me in grad school than it ever was in middle or high school.
… but for the first time since 2009, everything in my life feels like it is exactly how it is supposed to be. I can say that the people I spend the majority of my time with are already some of the best friends I’ve ever had. I have two jobs and make enough money to buy things for people and have fun nights on the town. I am studying something that I love and I am passionate about. In getting to do real work with that knowledge in real world issues. I have a wonderful man who takes care of me, loves goofy and intellectual conversation and does his best to keep me grounded in my faith when life starts to take over.
Who would have thought I’d find such happiness in a place like this? So blessed, guys. Glory to God.
There is something so ironic
about waking up early on a Sunday
and skipping church
to pick pieces of a preacher
off of burning airplane parts.
I thought I’d feel something,
as we pealed this man from
his twisted metal grave,
but all I saw was
What does it mean for me
to stand in the middle of a
bean in field in Kansas
surrounded by death,
while this sheperd’s flock
worships the Giver of life?
Feel free to drop out of the clear blue sky and give me spiritual/life advice any time now. We’re like a year overdue for a chat.
Even when things are uncertain they’re good. I wish I could come home and sit with you every night. Maybe some day. = )
I took a nap after we moved all of my roommate’s stuff out this morning. I woke up and laid around for bit. I heard the door creek and got excited because I forgot it was moving day and thought she was coming home from work.
It’s gonna be a rough transition to go from living 5 feet from your best friend to being 13 hours apart.
So, today I got spend about three hours with my pseudo-brother. He was my actual younger brother’s best friend in grade school and high school and he essentially lived at my house for a year. We introduce each other as family to strangers, and a good chunk of our high school thought we were actually brother and sister by my senior year.
Anyway, during my senior year of high school both he and my brother got sucked into the drug culture that is so prevalent in the town in which I went to high school. Both of them blew off school to get high, and both