Im 18 years old, and go to Purdue University. Thursday, October 26, 2006.

A little bit of my smiles, thoughts, and encouraging words! Sunday, January 08, 2006. Thursday, December 22, 2005. I thought i would just tell you all about my week. I got like a C on that.

When this life is through, will it seem a figment of my imagination? Greater than comprehension is left in store, why then is it so hard for me to open that door? Saturday, November 18, 2006. Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;. There is no shadow of turning with Thee;. Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;. As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.

This is the extent of my life that you all dont know. The mysterious russian side that none of you are aware of. Friday, January 26, 2007. Monday, January 22, 2007. Sunday, January 21, 2007. To what do we owe honesty. The pats are ahead 4 points. They are my home boys. I especially love ted bruscki. I dont know how to spell it but i love him.

Thursday, July 26, 2007. My mom had a stroke on tues night. thanks be to God, she is fine now and the docs say there was no damage from it. you only get one mom. Wednesday, July 25, 2007. Monday, July 23, 2007.

The story of my life. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. I miss you like summer. The sky falls without you. Little moths- to the ground and lies. I kick up their winter. Pick up their wings, dim,. The dark between our fingers.

But the plans of the Lord stand firm forever, the purposes of his heart through all generations. Sunday, September 17, 2006. Wednesday, August 30, 2006. Lol Why not assign the most work over the weekend when there is the most time? Runnin th.

They got themselves a team down there in Indy. Monday, April 30, 2007. Personally, I thoroughly enjoy blogs, but the facts are clear. not many people use them any more. Alas, unless this great method of communication is revived, I will no longer use mine. So I bid all adieu. Friday, February 09, 2007. For once in my life, everything is perfect. Tuesday, January 23, 2007.

Shall we get high on truth? Lunes, febrero 11, 2008. To Be a Good Poet. So I wrote this poem for a workshop in my Creative Writing class but most of the students had no idea what the point of this poem is. The way the water closet wakes. The way the cold morning stumbles.

The end of a stage. I always wanted to be done with high school, aching for the bell to ring every day so i could escape to my temporary freedom at home.