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​A LUMBERING SOUL
​BUT TRYING TO FLY

Sex and Kissing. 

11/27/2011

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So I have been writing Yahweh in Hebrew on my arm for awhile. I'm thinking about getting it tattoo on there and lots of people have been asking me about it. It's lead to some pretty cool opportunities and conversations.

Lots of them have revolved around the ideas of sex and dating.

I'm not sure why that's one of the first things people ask you when they find out you believe in God, but it seems to be a pretty common trend lately.

So here it is, my thoughts on dating and sex.

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My mini fridge. 

11/20/2011

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I just stood there, looking at that fridge.

It was... It was beautiful.

In the most classic, purest, true form of the word.

It was beautiful.

Never has a fridge caused such a rush of emotions in my life, and I would venture to guess never again shall it. To be honest tears almost started to form in my eyes. It was one of the weirdest things.
But ode to my mini fridge.

How I love thee.

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Slow down puberty! Where did my childhood go?

11/15/2011

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I'm not a kid anymore.

I just sat and looked at myself in the mirror for five minutes. Just staring. Wondering at the person I've become, wondering about the person I will be. Wondering what happened to time.

When did all this hair start to appear on my face.

That's the thing that's been getting me lately. No I can't grow a beard or any of that stuff. Oh how I wish I could. But I can't. But I do have facial hair. And as I see it on my face and I look at my jaw, and just the shape of my face, I feel like I'm looking at a stranger.


What happened to time? When did I become a college student.

I can remember as though it was yesterday my 6th grade jr. high retreat.
I remember putting candy, pickles, and a card in a girls locker for valentines day.
I remember my voice changing.
I remember playing the nasty drink game at lunch.
I remember sleepovers.
I remember the first coed party I was invited to.
I remember running into a door and getting a bump on my head.
I remember AIM.
I remember mybuddyprofile.com
I remember DaDateDoctor123.
I remember the plays I was in.
I remember standing up for Nathan on the playground.
I remember writing poetry.
I remember the song "Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down being my favorite song.
I remember moving schools.
I remember California.
I remember eating lunch alone.
I remember being lonely.
I remember being so happy I would burst into laughter even when I was alone.
I remember just being a kid in everyones eyes.
I remember being a kid.

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You are beautiful. Except you Steve Buscemi. 

11/2/2011

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I want to tell you something.

You are beautiful.  Your personality, your laugh, your smile, the skin that is stretched over your bones.  You are beautiful. 

And you are loved.
You have value.
You have worth.
And you, you make God happy.
He didn't mess up when He made you.
And He doesn't regret making you.

He loves you
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