Saturday Night's Alright for Bloggin'.

It's two thirty in the morning, and I am not happy with how desensitized to the hour I am.

This is about to be soooooo Transient. Buckle up.

I'm looking forward to having something to look forward to. This weekend was a wash, for the most part. I keep looking ahead to my birthday. It's not any closer than a month away. I'll be twenty. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm sort of hoping that this is the birthday that finally makes me feel different. I doubt it.

The leaves are going to start changing soon. By the time I'm comfortable with fall again, it will be Winter. I'm looking forward to Fall. It's my favorite season, hands down. I love fall weather, and fall food, and I have a lot of fall music. I love listening to fall music. The only downside to fall is that it invariably comes with depression. It's not severe or anything. Nothing to worry about. It comes every year. It's just a part of my cycle, I think. It doesn't mean I'm never happy, or I'll become a hermit. It just means I feel things more fully. Every little thing is close to my chest during the fall, which is refreshing sometimes.

I'm listening to Come Now Sleep, somewhat ironically, I must admit.

I have church in the morning. I'm going to think about the same thing I always think about in church. I always wonder if Jesus was real. I know it doesn't make a ton of difference if he was or wasn't. Its the principle that's important. Even so, I have to wonder. If Jesus wasn't real... If the story was fabricated... What does that say about the sacrifice of the individual? Only something so publicly grandiose could matter; could save lives. If Jesus had lain down peacefully in the garden and died from a stroke... If he had passed, face down, from an over-dose... If he were killed in his sleep by a thief... Would I be any less forgiven for the things I am bound to do? Would there be anyone to listen when I try to find forgiveness?

Jessie Lacey hear 'em say, "In Heaven there's no husbands and wives." I never heard that, but I believe it. I wonder if I can have a girlfriend.

These days I listen to a lot of music without words. I think it's because when I hear someone else sing something, I think "Wow. How articulate," but when I write words to a song, I think "Wow. How cliche."

I'm looking for pictures of people to draw. I think four people read this. Maybe four. Either way.


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