he was...

I don't know if you guys have seen an undesguised angel before but.....let me tell you.....they are horrifying. So the two angels God sent down were fortunate enough to meet this gatekeeper named Ryan. He was an exciteable, happy lil dude, who capered and sang..... And strange enough, he didn't want to do them or anything like that. All he wanted was, to feed them kosher treats....and whatever goes with that. He also gave them footbaths, and everything else that God was really into back then.

I'm so careless, it's just like....I'm going through the motions. It feels like I'm not giving my best. I'm so worried about this summer.

mortem

Death.

I'm ready for it. I don't mean this in a weak, self-centered, depressed, or even suicidal way. Rather, I mean that I am simply satisfied with my life. Don't worry it's not like I want to die. (creepy)

I have goals and ambitions, things that I want to learn, people I want to meet.......but I feel that I have fulfilled enough already that if the world were to end, or I was to get mauled to death by pigeons, I'd be like "bummer, alright so be it"

But I'm ready for it. I have enough faith in God and the afterlife that it makes me feel unafraid of death. I feel that I have realized the beauty of this world and its inhabitants. I can't even put into words the awe I have for the behavior of mankind. Indeed, people can be ugly too, but I think God wants me to look past that.

The experiences that I have had, the times shared with others, the love felt, the love lost, the family, the friends, the passions, the sadness, the anger, the joy, etc. --- in my 21 years of being, have been wonderful and I regret nothing.

Everyone and everything is so beautiful, and it's that beauty, that magnificence, that makes me feel content. It's so overwhelming that I feel like I'm always missing out on things in this world and at the same time appreciating all of it.

Stanley

Stanley Cup playoffs are finally here and tonight, my beloved Dallas Stars go to Vancouver to play the evil, diseased Canucks. Actually I've always kind of likes the 'Nucks. Anywho, whilst I'm supposed to be studying for my History of the English Language class, I'm going to be screaming and hollaring at the T.V.

As for life, it's cruising along like it should be. Full of stress, but this is nothing new, I'm still having horrifying dreams every night, but I they happen so much I think I'm starting to like them. It's like a thriller movie or something. God would be a good psychologist, if I could just get to him and ask him what in the world is going on.