taking a cue from zach

reading his posts, blogging works best in the early AM.

so yeah. my ipod playlists are weird. my brain is very confused. attack attack and the oklahoma soundtrack don't add up in my mind. listening to music at night usually either makes me restless or really tired. i was hoping for tired. got restless. took a pink pill but it hasn't kicked in yet.

hmm. me. i wrote a scathing poem about my church ... during church .. last week. politically-correct-ified it but still sounds too offensive.
isaiah never had this issue. except he was kind of under divine instruction or whatever.

i mean, my poetry is God-inspired. i don't write a lot of my poetry. that doesn't mean it's scripture, it means it's God-glorifying. some people don't get it though.

but i feel kind of like a prophetess with this poem. if that's not blasphemous to say. prophetess as is saying the nasties no one acknowledges, instead of boogly-boogly crystal balls.
whaaaatever.

i had a really cool moment the other day at a boardwalk. y'all know the song "chasing cars" by snow patrol? well it's a song i used to put on repeat and fall asleep to while dreaming about all sorts of wonderful things. it's like the soundtrack of my hopes and dreams. seriously.
so i'm getting strapped into this ride, the kind that you go around in in one big circle, and as soon as the ride starts, the speakers start playing this song. i was swooping and soaring and flying above the ocean, singing the song of my heart. no joke.
ever been on a rollercoaster and felt like you were flying?
ever heard a song and it made you want to do everything in the world, and cry, and laugh at the same time?
ever been excited about the future?
ever loved God?
combine, like, all of those feelings.

it was amazing.

oh, and i drove a car. i keep saying that, and it's true. did i mention i drove a car?
the important fact is that i am terrified of driving.
*was.

every time i see the half-blood prince trailer, i pee myself, just a little.

a word for my life right now is content. my wonderful Mimi labeled me as such when i saw her Thursday. it is so correct. i feel very much at peace with myself, my God and my world. it's nice.

i haven't been blogging lately because I've been journaling more and more. i have anne frank aspirations. if i die, you are all responsible for publishing my drivel.

i'm wondering about dying my hair again. i don't want to cut it because i like it long (for now). it's 50/50 actually. i kinda wanna pull a holly short tho. cropped and red.
otherwise, i'm stuck with my roots-brownbottoms-black style. which is weird.
HAIR DRAY-MA.
gimme a break. its 1 in the morning. what else am i gonna talk about?

oh i just realized that a lot of people come to me for advice. which is strange because i don't think of myself as a very sympathetic or nice person.

my knee's been hurting off and on today. limping is fun though. it makes me feel important. like a pirate. because pirates are important.
now i want a parrot.