So, it's been, well I don't know how long, since I've updated for real. Not that I believe that this is a high demand blog or something, but I figured I should give this thing a go. If for nothing else, to occupy my time and to just talk. If you consider this talking; I was trying to tell someone on the phone one night that I will type posts that never actually get posted, just to kind of type to say whatever I want to feel better, not that I'm like depressed or anything. Then I delete it. Apparently, that's an odd concept, ha. So it fits me, I suppose.

Anyways, what a long and boring intro.

So, I've finished my public education. I guess the next, almost mandatory, step is college. I was talking to a friend and realized that if it weren't for girls and the responsibility of providing for them I could just not go to college to better myself and instead have all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted, haha. But then again, there wouldn't be girls. So, I guess it's a fair trade off. In summers eve, I am going to the city of Auburn, as of early August, to live with some kids in a trailer, and I expect some good times. I am really looking forward to the challenges that 'schooling you're paying for' presents and also the challenges of having a job at the same time(Got to pay for things somehow). But I think it's really the combination of the reasons I just stated and still finding time to do what I need to do to keep my place in Heaven that make the upcoming years a challenge. I think I've armed myself with enough knowledge and trust in God's word to make it ok, but a lot of studying and praying are going to be needed to make it. Good thing I've also surrounded myself with people who are going to constantly help me remember to get there.

Before all that can happen, I have to manage my summer. Now, I'm in the part of my summer where much isn't gonna be going on. This is both a blessing and a curse. Lots of downtime to catch up on sleep(ha), read, listen to music, lounge around lazily, just take it easy in general. But, the curse comes into play with the exact same fact of being so un-busy, if you will. Idle. The devil's playground. Though I do not fear him, I am ware of his presence. While I'm thinking about it, thanks Mrs. Vicki for the book, I've already started it. Ok, so back on track. It's just a slow part of the summer. Camp wasn't able to fit into my oh so busy summer( ha) so I just am skipping out. I'm sure some 13 year old first timer will enjoy himself in the cabin. And if you happen to be that aforementioned first timer, grab a bed by the air unit, you'll thank me later. A job was supposed to be happening for the summer, but somehow hasn't happened. I guess I have been pickier than normal in regards to job hunting, but I am not giving up. I'll find something suitable.

So in late July I plan to take a trip to the Keys for about 4-5 days to scuba dive with a friend. That's the soonest thing on my to do list for the summer, just to illustrate how slow things are right now. Then, pretty much right after I get back, I'll be moving away. Then off to North Carolina with some cool kids for a Jack Johnson concert. Not gonna lie about that one...pretty pumped.

So that's my summer. Not much, but something tells me that it'll be pretty good. I have a lot of things that I'm pretty excited about in my near future. It's a good time for this pilgrim. But, nevertheless, prayers are essential. So please do, and often.

1 Timothy 2:1-8 - Clarke's commentary on verse 1 regarding prayer is nifty. Not mind blowing but, some good observations.

I keep tellin’ myself that it’ll be fine
You can’t make everybody happy all of the time
I find myself in a place that I never been
A place that I thought that I could never be
There’s people looking back at me

I keep having this dream; I’m at a party
There’s people throwing drinks and screaming telling me that I don’t belong
Lately life’s been the same I find this comfortable place
With all my friends then my friends start telling me that I’ve always been wrong
And I’m so tired of being wrong

There was a time I could move there was a time I could breathe
The crowded spaces filled with angry faces
It didn’t once cross my mind
With paranoia on my heels; Will you love me still
when we awake and see that the sanity has gone from my eyes?

I got secrets from you, you got secrets from me
Because you’re so worried about what I’m gonna think,
Well I’m worried too
But if love is a game, girl, then you’re gonna win
I’ll spend the rest of my life bringing victory in
If you want me to

The day is approaching...
Josh

And I found a flower in a field
A field of cars and people
Rows of concrete, paint, and steel
Manhattan is where it grew

And I thought to cut it from its stem
And take it from the cracks
Between bricks that it lay in
And save it from city strife
Away from the city life

Then someone they whispered in my ear
A country girl can't be made out of anybody here
Don't touch it, it loves you not
Don’t touch it, it loves you not

Cause blue birds don't fly without their wings
And when we put them in a cage
the world can't hear them sing
So selfish when greed sets in
Possession, the king of sin

And people don't ever let you down
Forever find a way to kill
whatever life they've found
A heart beat and I want it too
Manhattan is where she grew

So I left and I let the flower be
And yesterday saw the flower on cable TV
Much prettier than here with me
For all of the world to see
Much prettier than here with me

So...yeah. I got nothing to post really. Done with school. Graduating soon. Work all summer hopefully. No camp.

The day is approaching...
Josh


Oh. And looking to buy:
Nice mandolin
Good mountain bike

so, if you have either and are willing to sell...

After reading Stephen Rouse's post, yes all of it, I realized what life needs.

A Girl-be-nice-to-guy Day

I can dream.

Good Saturday.




Thanks

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation
At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill

Good song. I can't sleep either, Mr. singer man...though I'm pretty sure being alone between the sheets is completely ok with me. Weirdo.