An old, stooped man of a shuffling gate advanced slowly down the shelf lined hall. A particularly bushy and greyed mustache took up a prominent stature, this was topped by tired, but clear blue eyes. The wrinkles on his face rolled over each other, but the look of the face was friendly and laughing. He sat in a cushioned chair, settling slowly. He sat, seemingly motionless, unyet, he was not, for his eyes followed the small children as they scurried about the shelves, his face creased by a smile of appreciation for their activity and his peace. He sat for about an hour until he unhurriedly made his exit. He carried no books, and no evident benefit, but for the far away look on his face as he traced back through the memories of his childhood, his siblings, then later his own family, and even after that, the grandchildren. And now the children at the library.


I saw this man at work, obviously, and though was unable to talk to him, observed him most of the time he remained there. That which I would not know from his looks is obviously a ficticious add-on from my imagination, but it is quite interesting to think of such, in such a way.

What's the point?

I pretty much always ask that question. Maybe its because I'm a lazy bum and I have to have a reason to do something. Maybe its that I'm wondering where it will take me. Either way I think that if I trusted than I'd be able to do something without asking 'what's the point of this?'

Its really makes you wonder.

What I found especially disheartening today was talking about something that I'll have to do in two years, something that seems impossible right now. Something I'd crazy to attempt at this point.

Sitting, Waiting, Watching (wishing).

Beware sarcasim and brutal honesty

Well I last blogged on the 21st of September. Makes me feel guilty for neglecting it. Arn't you supposed to use the Internet communications (MSN, blogs, facebook, etc) as an aid, not a crutch, or a necessity? I guess that's sort of a question that I already know that answer to. That's really why I'm off Facebook for October (Keith's idea). Still I feel the need to 'stay connected' over MSN.

I'm doing too much. But I'm not doing enough. And I've totally just like, right out, cut down my schedule by like 2 events a week. If I just didn't have to sleep, then I'd get everything done, oh yeah, plus my goal to look like a raccoon.
Last night I went to the Rockton Fair. I don't regret using the time that way. I met some pretty awesome new people, and hung out with some old (hah) people. Than why am I so resentful towards losing the time. Maybe I want a full day to work, plus of course, a few hours to socialize, and then a full nights sleep. It just doesn't work that way. The day is perfect in length the way God made it. That's another thing, I believe about God making everything, and being like this intensely loving guy (excuse the term, it was for lack of other), but, I don't really feel personally connected to him. In fact I don't really think I fit under the term "Christian". I seriously don't like that, because I'd rather, but really, has it come to splitting groups in labeled columns by evidence of their actions? ...I don't even like the term Christian, because though it does define a certain group, they're all amazing individuals, they shouldn't be stuck in a group. I don't know how to explain the whole labeled thing, but if you ever thought about it (which I didn't until one of my best friends made me) you can't be in the box (or or the term), unless you acknowledge it.

Brittni, you need to read 'Growing Up Christian' by Karl Graustein, so we can talk about.


Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy. And lonely.
I have to do Art, Math, and Science homework this evening.
No one is home.
My parents are a at Gaither's concert (ohh goodness, VERY abnormal).
And Kathleen is babysitting.
And I'm sitting here with this little ache in the pit of my stomach saying "come back!"
It used to

Art. Two point perspective, Tonal Rendering & the Proper way to make railroad ties (the most annoying exercise on the planet).


For love - we'll give it a shot.
Whooah, we're half way there.
Whooah livin' on a prayer.
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear.
Whooah livin' on a prayer.
We've got to hold on to what we've got

I think I'm going to go talk to God. And listen to that song. I like it.