religion in america.

Sometimes I miss my "holiness" tradition. and i don't mean this mansy-pansy

holiness, holiness, is what i long for
holiness is what i need
holiness, holiness is what you want from me

crap. i mean

lord as of old at pentecost
thou didst thy power display
with cleansing purifying flame
descend on us today

lord, send the old time pow'r, the pentecostal pow'r
thy floodgates of blessing, on us throw open wide
lord, send they old time pow'r, the pentecostal pow'r
that sinners be converted and thy name glorified!

mumkin, andi habib.

what a weekend. what a strange, awkward and wonderful weekend.

vicodin withdrawls involve severe depression.

So, you know you want to see my sweet sweet bruises. Seriously, my arm is yellow, green and purple

lightheaded.

It has been a rough day. I spent a lot of time with my psp brothers, whom I do love. But I've been down the past few days. Not being able to pull my hair back or think straight has been wreaking havoc on my emotions. So I had a little breakdown and skipped out on the ceremony and watched "The Laramie Project" with some hall friends, which, ironically, made me feel better. Anyway, i think it's time for sleep.

grand events!

so today i fell on the ice and displaced my elbow. yay midweek ER trips.

the end-all.

Boys are stupid.

out of my hands.

So I wrote a letter. I put a stamp on an envelope addressed to you from me containing that letter. I put that envelope in the mail.

sleep & tired

So, I left town for the weekend. It was good. and bad. I basically slept all weekend and now, i'm tired, but don't want to try to sleep. I'm really not too sure how to feel about it. but what's done is done. the cow's on the roof. so be it. and don't watch underworld : evolutions. I don't really feel that needed to be said, because it should be self-obvious, but just in case.

who are you?

I feel like I'm missing something. When I hear people talk about math, about their love of math, I know I'm missing something. I had it. I had that once. But now, it's gone. And I'm slightly less of a person. Less than the person I once was.

What a tipsy balance between what we were, what we are, and what we want to become.