Echoes of Stardust

2005-08-11T21:05:00.000-07:00

A late night of scrabble at a Colubus all night cafe. There is so much to look forward too.

Hate the sin, love the sinner -- Gandhi

2005-08-11T18:15:00.000-07:00

Today has been a day. That is all that I have to say. It was good. and long. and sad. There are so many periods that I have to put on today. So many goodbyes. I wish that I could wisk all of my favorite people away to nevernever land. Where we would never grown old or be biten by big yucky bugs. I know that life evolves. Relationships change and with every new day comes a new lesson. But I will miss it here. I think that what I will really miss is taking the long way to work. Driving down those old country roads where the trees bow over the pavement as if granting me permission to set path on my journey. Giving shade to those weary travelers and concealing natures little treasure. I love fireflies.

My religious/spiritual life is too complicated for it's own good. I wonder if one day it will grow a body and mind of it's own. Leaving me a hollow yet seemingly less confused individual. I don't me to sound bitter or ungratful. I just wish that I could find the answers to my questions. Or at least a light down the right path.

Tomorrow my family and I are celebrating my 18th birthday. Are you ever so preoccupied while driving that once you reach your final destination you stop and wonder how you even arrived? That is kind of how I feel about the last five years. One every birthday since I was born really my life has been dramatically and shockingly different from the previous year. By me a camal and call me a nomad.

The Beginning of a Very Beautiful Thing

2005-08-08T21:02:00.000-07:00

After being belly up in xanga drama this summer I thought it appropriate to start fresh. Wipe the slate clean if you will.
I have made yet another hugely life altering decision. In four days I will pack my car and drive to Ohio for my Senior year. The last three weeks have been trying on my heart and my future. But a feeling of contentment has now swept in. My stomach no longer aches with anticipation and my thoughts are now filled with the infinite possibilties of a year with amazing friends. There is nothing like a friend who knows your history. New friends are fantastic but there is that level of comfort and understanding that is irreplaceable within the vintage pals. I idea of calling up Sasha or Kate on a Saturday afternoon and meeting a Cup O'Joe for a chat makes a shiver run up my spine.