Saturday, January 24, 2009

When you realize God is God of your life, you realize you. are. not.


It's been a pretty trying week.

I've found people who like me, but they're seventh day adventists and I am of a different belief system that would harm all relationships in the end.

Yesterday was interesting.
So sick in the morning, then so introspective, then so stupid, then opportunistic.

I'm at the final play right now.
It is the physical manifestation of my failure.

I think I need to retreat into myself and pray more.
I felt so real with Julian at GODencounters.
The 7th day adventists are doing something right.

I love the ideas presented, about a common bond, a common imperfection.
The idea that only God is perfect, and that you're not to blame for your faults.

What a hokey sounding idea in text coming from me.
But i really guess that I'm drawn to the idea of anything I consider introspective.

I spend so much time trying to talk to people, to overcompensate, to impress, that if i spent more time with myself, trying to think, not necessarily about God, but about things larger than myself, I believe the clarity I could find would help me filter.

My filter doesn't exist. 
But just now Ms. Oveson came out and we had a short pleasant conversation, not about me, but about Julian and faith and reflecting.
It was perfectly pleasant.

No pushing involved.
Which is what I normally get.
I push myself on people.
It makes sense that they push back.

The pastor, Matthew who spoke yesterday had such energy, such passion.
I took notes on my reading on Nuclear Proliferation. 
There is no part of me that regrets that.

How many of you are in spiritual slavery?
Matthew asked.
We're enslaved to addiction,
to these patterns of our every day.

I was ashamed that I went to the symphony concert last night.
My need to push and push betrayed me once more when I should have left Henderson well alone.

The Mahler was remarkable. 
High or no.
I really feel so connected.

Garage Voice.
Three attractive men with attractive musical instruments with attractive capabilities to believe in something larger then ourselves.

Some lyrics were just as powerful if not more so than Matthew's sermon.

Perfect love casts out fear. 

Who do you say I am?

It's not your fault, but it's your choice.


I felt so there. so present.
That was the best part.

I just accidentally made the whole auditorium smell like cigarettes.
How the hell could I not have noticed that vent. 
That's a me thing to do.

Julian really is a truly good person.
I am grateful and sinfully envious of his pure heart.
May he be able to reach and bless many people in his lifetime with his kindness and love.

I don't even know how to talk to the people most important to me.

I feel physically ill right now.
I can singlehandedly make or break myself.

That's it.

The end.

I need to stop this nonsense.
With faith and nothing else, I can manage.
I have to.

Faith in God, and faked faith in myself.
Just internalize it all, and talk to God.

I am now one of those crazy people I used to make fun of.
Who put everything in God's hands.

Matthew said:
God will never give me more than I can bear.

I am working my way up to believing it.

No more than i can bear.
No more than i can bear.
No more than i can bear.

I can do no more from last semester.
Hopefully I will not fail more than Spanish.

I need to learn to meditate and learn to be.

Psalm 46:10
Be still and know that I am God.




Be still and know that I am God.
Be still and know that I am.
Be still.
Be.


I need to be.

No more smoking.
No more failing.
No more.

Just be.


Sunday, January 4, 2009

Babay, dont even think about it.

you worry about the wrong thangs.




i love kanyizzle.

i am out in public wearing my choir shoes and no bra.

i have not changed my clothes in three days.

i am out of cigarettes.

i am 18 in a month and ten days.

i worry about the wrong things.  well, at least according to kanye i do.

i forgot my nugget of lifeline at home.

i hate that smoking has become my lifeline. 
oh well, i'll go volcano with spencer after tutoring.

i am dirty.

i want a tarantula.

i am so grateful for the hold steady.

i think i want to try mushrooms.

i wish i had more than i do.

i want to have sex with at least 2 boys that are not my boyfriend.

i don't know what to think about that because i love having sex with my boyfriend.

i love my boyfriend, but wish he'd come to me.

i am ready to lose everything, i've expected it for so long.

i think the fact i'm not losing everything is what is making this so weird and hard.

i never want to see anyone in my life again. 

i rely on hating myself to fuel me forward.

i am emo.

i am grateful that only ingrid and colin might read this, because they don't judge me and i can be as whiny as doomsdaylike as i want.

i am also grateful to my shuffled itunes today, which seems to know exactly what i need.

i really want someone to take nude photos of me. i would be so up for that, a dark moody naked shoot.

i guess i really want someone to take pictures of me in any clothes. something about the disembodiment of the sexy confident person i become on film is comforting to be reminded of.

i'm cold.

i want my piercings. snakebites snakebites!

i want a rational sense of the concept "ok."


i think i'm done here.


i think i'd do anything to succeed.....


except fail.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

how long does it usually take you to shower?

how long does it usually take you to have sex with me?


sometimes late a night, I'm witty.

I did this dumb myspace survey last night and woke up this morning to re-read it and was actually impressed with myself.

Kind of snarky, and bitchy, and scared as all hell.


Is there​ anyon​e that you care more about​ than yours​elf?​​​​​
i live in my head.​ i am selfi​sh and rude and can'​t take care of mysel​f.​
bad thing​s happe​n to peopl​e when i care about​ them more than mysel​f.​
two cases​ of this this weeke​nd.​
so stay away.​ you dont want me carin​g about​ you.

I'm accurate i guess. 
i have a rehearsal in 2 hours and 16 minutes.
i don't know my lines.
i'm about to get cut from the show.

i'm just a really big mess, with no intentions of cleaning things up.

this blog will help.
no one will read it.

so i can be as whiny as i try not to be on facebook.
joy of joys.

ugh.

it's so hard asking for support when you don't want to support yourself.