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i love love love adore love mewithoutyou. its a good thing i got canvas, because the creative itch would be consuming me alive.

do you ever pay attention to your inner monologue? do you have a specific style or format it typically plays out in?

i've had two different styles in my life that i can recognize. i remember around the age of 10 and the years surrounding it, i was very much into the Little House on the Prairie books. everything i did had a running Little House book being written in my skull going along with it.

now everything i do has a running blog post going. every funny thing said or done i start to think and plan the blog post it could become. i picture the text, the words i'll use, the colors and bolds and italics and where to place emphasis....

life is a blogpost, in short.


there's a finger puppet giraffe currently headbanging to mewithoutyou's "The Ghost," if you were interested.


i made a new rule yesterday. and thus it goes: boys that don't love Jesus aren't allowed to hug me anymore.

it's that dagblasted per. three or fours times a worknight with him, he'll find some reason to ask if i need a hug, to which i either shake my head no, verbalize the no, or simply ignore the question. truthfully, i could use the hug, but i hardly think it appropriate for me to hug him. last night he was saying something to me and before i even realized i was cornered and there was no way out he found some excuse for a hug and layed a big one on me. i said "NO NO NO NO NO WHAT IF YOUR GIRLFRIEND COMES NO NO NO NO NO" but he ignored me. rrrr.

so now there's a rule. love Jesus then me.


and nick ruse was wearing WAY TOO MUCH cologne last night. standing next to him made me dizzy, and definately not in the "i want you so bad date me now sexy thing" way. not that way at all. it was more like the "i can barely breath due to the complete lack of oxygen in the vicinity" way. it made me sick. i even traded positions and went up to cut to get away from the heavy aroma. other employees (okay, per) speculated that he was probably wearing so much because he knew he'd get to work next to me that night. SICK.

now, i like boys that smell good. IN MODERATION.

and they smell better when they love Jesus.


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i've seen God a lot more frequently these past couple weeks. it's been quite mexcellent.

the drive home last night with tfk's "lift it up" was so beautiful it hurt.

and the other day Job 1 smacked me upside the head. "he gives and takes away." i was thinking about it again in speech class today (it was better than listening to neff talk about how perspective isnt reality but give facts concerning the subject from his own perspective, which contradicted what he was teaching....you had to be there. and use logic). God's given to me, and He's taken away from me. and every time He's taken something very dear to my heart away, He's put something exponentially better in it's place...after i've let go. i'm excited to finish untying these strings and be free. i'm excited to see what else God has in mind.

And blessed be Your name on the road marked with suffering
Though there’s pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name