Job 14:2
He feels but the pain of his own body
and mourns only for himself."
"It’s not so much that faith influences us as it lives in us. In every circumstance (giving a speech or tying my shoes), I am living and moving and being. This absolves me from ever making the embarrassing effort to gratify God (and the church) by imposing religious content on anything I do. I mean, I’ve written songs about stalkers. Is that any less religious than a song about an ordained pastor? No way."-Sufjan Stevens.
So, I've been shopping at Goodwill a lot lately, which has made me come to several realizations. I buy more stuff than I need, just because I can afford it. I buy things that are purposely ridiculous, which makes me think that I'm consumed with getting attention for myself. I wish I wasn't so stupid.
Part of the reason why I moved to Iowa City was so I could get better grades. Am I? Slightly, but not because I'm applying no effort. It doesn't make any sense that I can clearly see why I need to do something and I can set out to do it, but when it comes to actually accomplishing the task I fail to try. I fall short in giving an effort. Internal motivation is something I suppose I've always struggled with.
Drivers Ed is going fairly well, though I don't seem to be paying attention. If I don't have to pay attention, and I'm getting absolutely nothing out of it, it seems stupid to take it. I'm thinking it's to weed out people that are too stupid to drive before they're 18. In which case, just take a competency test, drive once, and be done with it. Stop wasting my life DOT.
We had a retreat this weekend. It was really neat, and I learned a lot. Especially from my friends and from Eric Prior, but not so much from Doug. I appreciate having good Christian friends, something I lacked in previous years.
I know this is probably my longest post ever, but it's been a while, and I thought now was as good as ever.
<333Love.
Edit:
So we were at hy-vee tonight, Sam and I. There were these two girls that called us over, and we had a small convorsation. Then Sam suggests that we hold hands, so we did. As we enter Hy-vee, we see Travis' dad...the situation becomes exremely akward...and Sam and I laugh for about 10 minutes. That's my story for this evening.
P.S. I love pancakes. | 
