on and on and on

1:45 am

11:09 pm

I sometimes hear people use the phrase, “the question becomes.” This causes me to wonder, what was the question before? Did the question have a series of past lives in which it was, at different times, an exclamation, an imperative or a declarative remark? Moreover, what was the agent of change? And let us not even begin to look into the cosmological nature of the matter (that is, whence did the question originate?). It seems that the phrase, namely, “the question becomes,” creates more questions than it intends to.

12:56 pm

2:31 pm

some thing that i would like to start doing:

1. grow bonsai trees
2. start baking
3. become a rapper

1:21 pm

i’m feeling very frustrated with things. i don’t know if it’s life or me. i just feel fed up with college. i don’t know if i want this anymore. i don’t think i was made for this; for tests and papers and “reflections” and group projects and lectures and readings and scheduling and for Global Perspectives. i don’t think i was. i think i was made for life, for real living, for doing things that matter, for remembering who made me and how much He loves me, for my family and my friends and for Betsy Joy Barrett. not for classes. i don’t like school sometimes. i don’t feel like i’m capable of keeping my life under control. i am lonely and afraid and other times i am confident and content. but i don’t like the dichotomy, and i certainly don’t like the times when i don’t know what i am.