I hate allergies. My eyes are sore from rubbing them. My friend has dogs and they weren't even in the room... never the less, I'm suffering. I don't like domestic animals unless I can be around them with no side effects. It's too bad, really.
Ironically, I need to go feed my cats now. They're outdoor, and for some reason their fur doesn't bother me.
I'm watching a show called "Pitchmen". It's interesting because it goes behind the scenes on infomercials. Oh the drama of everyday life...
The sixth Harry Potter movie comes out next Wednesday.
There's nothing left for me to say, really. I'm tired, but I can't sleep yet... Too much to do. It's kind of sad to watch this dead guy say that he wants to "leave a legacy" and talk about how his life didn't start until after he was forty. Now he's dead at fifty-something... sad.
Time for bed.
Good night, all.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Southern Summers
The light filters blue through the window;
Soft sounds of summer rain falling soothe a mind still half-asleep.
Where are we going today?
The heat comes rolling off of pavement,
Giving the wrong impression of water.
Will we swim today?
The leaves are green or brown,
The air is heavy enough to taste.
When will this drought end?
The slightest breeze carressing sweat-covered brows;
A blessed cloud gives relief from the sun.
Why can't life be this perfect always?
The day is lazy,
We sit in the cool darkness.
Today is all we have.
Enjoy the blue skies, the rolling clouds,
The green leaves and small breezes,
Enjoy the heat and love the dark,
Ask the questions while you may,
Know the answers, seek the day.
Too soon it will be gone again.
Soft sounds of summer rain falling soothe a mind still half-asleep.
Where are we going today?
The heat comes rolling off of pavement,
Giving the wrong impression of water.
Will we swim today?
The leaves are green or brown,
The air is heavy enough to taste.
When will this drought end?
The slightest breeze carressing sweat-covered brows;
A blessed cloud gives relief from the sun.
Why can't life be this perfect always?
The day is lazy,
We sit in the cool darkness.
Today is all we have.
Enjoy the blue skies, the rolling clouds,
The green leaves and small breezes,
Enjoy the heat and love the dark,
Ask the questions while you may,
Know the answers, seek the day.
Too soon it will be gone again.
Monday, July 6, 2009
And Then There Were Two...
This is now my second attempt at keeping a blog. The first was on livejournal, and I've still got that account, but I haven't updated it since May... Perhaps this one will go more smoothly!
I really just got tired of writing out a long post only to have it deleted because my computer is retarded and there was no autosave option. Here there is at least the latter.
It's been a crazy summer. I hardly feel rested, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. I can hardly believe how quickly the days have run, how short the weeks seem to be. How a month and a half already have passed since school got out? And now there's only a month and a half left... jeez. Time flies.
Overall, life is good. I've finally gotten back on track with my quiet times, and it's truly amazing the peace that comes with spending some time one-on-one with God. I'll never get over how astounding He is!
Sometimes I write random little story-things, like the post below this one. Sometimes I talk about a book I'm reading, sometimes I talk about my frustrations. Sometimes I get all philosophical on you and ramble on and on...
Hang tight. I think you'll find I've got a lot to say ;)
I really just got tired of writing out a long post only to have it deleted because my computer is retarded and there was no autosave option. Here there is at least the latter.
It's been a crazy summer. I hardly feel rested, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. I can hardly believe how quickly the days have run, how short the weeks seem to be. How a month and a half already have passed since school got out? And now there's only a month and a half left... jeez. Time flies.
Overall, life is good. I've finally gotten back on track with my quiet times, and it's truly amazing the peace that comes with spending some time one-on-one with God. I'll never get over how astounding He is!
Sometimes I write random little story-things, like the post below this one. Sometimes I talk about a book I'm reading, sometimes I talk about my frustrations. Sometimes I get all philosophical on you and ramble on and on...
Hang tight. I think you'll find I've got a lot to say ;)
A New Day
Walking into the city, a light burns in the distance. The dread of loneliness is not to be ignored; the presence of death is real. There are hundreds of people walking in their own way. Hundreds of people, yet none have a purpose. All have a story. Listen. Do you hear them? They are crying out to you from the depths of their sadness; none is safe here. The day is breaking, but the clouds cover the earth.
Some cry Protection! Others say there is no good thing in such bleak cover.
Where have we gone? All the good in the world is slowly becoming small enough to fit inside a page, while the Evil decides to take up residence in the souls of men. How numerous are the evil things! How weak in number are the ones who stand for righteousness! How infinitely sad that such a day should ever be seen upon the earth…
No one should live in such uncertainty. We all have a purpose, but very few can realize what that purpose. Some think they have found the answers, but all they have is a fistful of empty dreams. The Truth lies vulnerable in the open air, silently deflecting the torturous blows. There are few who recognize the shine beneath all of the mud that has been caked upon it through centuries of falsehood and Lies. Truth stands on its own two feet, but not without some difficulty. There are too many aggressors in the world today. Too many who would fight on the side of a lie that will only turn on them when the moment is right.
Despite the stench that fills the air, a new day is dawning.
Walking through the city, a steady stream of youth are lifting their eyes from the sidewalks and looking past themselves to something called the Greater Good. The light that burned so far away now seems to be much closer; no longer shall the living be haunted by the dead. Yes, their cries for justice and mercy will continue to resound, but the sound will take on a less melancholy tune. Finally, the stories of the Ones Who Lived will be heard by the Ones Still Living.
“The Truth shall set you free,” they say.
And slowly, slowly, young eyes begin to seek and find. The shining Truth is unveiled, reflected in the hearts of many until its brightness blinds those who would come in the name of Death and Destruction. The goal of these few is to overcome the many by the power of the Truth they now embody.
It has happened before.
It can happen again.
Some cry Protection! Others say there is no good thing in such bleak cover.
Where have we gone? All the good in the world is slowly becoming small enough to fit inside a page, while the Evil decides to take up residence in the souls of men. How numerous are the evil things! How weak in number are the ones who stand for righteousness! How infinitely sad that such a day should ever be seen upon the earth…
No one should live in such uncertainty. We all have a purpose, but very few can realize what that purpose. Some think they have found the answers, but all they have is a fistful of empty dreams. The Truth lies vulnerable in the open air, silently deflecting the torturous blows. There are few who recognize the shine beneath all of the mud that has been caked upon it through centuries of falsehood and Lies. Truth stands on its own two feet, but not without some difficulty. There are too many aggressors in the world today. Too many who would fight on the side of a lie that will only turn on them when the moment is right.
Despite the stench that fills the air, a new day is dawning.
Walking through the city, a steady stream of youth are lifting their eyes from the sidewalks and looking past themselves to something called the Greater Good. The light that burned so far away now seems to be much closer; no longer shall the living be haunted by the dead. Yes, their cries for justice and mercy will continue to resound, but the sound will take on a less melancholy tune. Finally, the stories of the Ones Who Lived will be heard by the Ones Still Living.
“The Truth shall set you free,” they say.
And slowly, slowly, young eyes begin to seek and find. The shining Truth is unveiled, reflected in the hearts of many until its brightness blinds those who would come in the name of Death and Destruction. The goal of these few is to overcome the many by the power of the Truth they now embody.
It has happened before.
It can happen again.
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