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I haven't written in a while. I have not wanted to. I get like this sometimes. I don't like opening myself up for the entire interweb to hear. It's a hard life.

This past month, or two, has been a wild ride. I have never felt so uneasy about things, and as far back as I can remember I have never wanted to resist change as much as I do now.

I'm digging my feet in and holding back with everything I can. In a year, my life will be drastically different than it is from this moment. That's so scary.

I had a great night with some great friends last night. I love actin' a foo'. Laughing hard, feeling weird, being hot and sweaty, I don't think it could get old.

I was talking with some friends last week, about the community of God. We opened ourselves up a bit under the night sky, with some mexican music in the background to set the mood. I told them I find such comfort in the fact that God is good. That in the midst of the fear and death and bombs, in the midst of the hurting and hell and financial mess we've got ourselves in I still know a good God. He knows best. He knows what is good. This is so simple, yet so profound.

I'm ready for elections to be over. I know, I am blessed to live in such a country where I have the right to vote and have my opinion, but whats with people forcing their opinions on others. Truth be told, I think we are all a bit ignorant. We all think we know what would be right for the person next to us, and have our answers and or opinions of the 'faggots and all those whores' that get abortions, don't we?

Just remember, we're all hurting.