Love is a wonderous work of art.

I want to dedicate this post to a very, very special couple, Mike and Amy Brown. Last weekend I watched the wedding video, and you guys are way to cute. At the risk of sounding gay, you are without a doubt, the most tear jerkingly adorable couple I have ever seen. I can't tell you how good it feels to see Mike so happy, and with all jealousy aside, I couldn't be happier. Mike and Amy, you deserve every blessing you recieve, and then some. I really don't know what to say, because until I experience it, I don't understand the love you guys have. I am happpier than you know, and more jealous than I'd like to admit. Nobody likes to see their little brother get to a place they want to be before them, but I will swallow my pride, and say, from the very depths of my heart, congratulations. I love you both with all of my heart.

Lonely is as lonely does.

Ever find yourself in a place where every tick on the clock is an overwhelming reminder of your own despair. Maybe it's just me being a whiney little brat again, but lately it feels that the people I love the most, merely tolerate me. I would much rather be rejected than tolerated, I know the difference between heartfelt love, and that of the obligatory nature. Don't lie to me and pretend you want me around, for my own sake, slam my face in the door and let that be that. If you no longer want my love, do me a favor and throw it back in my face, don't use me for your personal gain. Love me only because you do, and no longer for what I can give to you. As I'm typing this, I'm suddenly aware of my own selfishness, and all the times I have taken the love of my savior for granted. It has occurred to me, that I am hurling stones at others for what I constantly do to Jesus. It seems, that I got on here to pour out my heart, and ended up pouring out His. There has been a lot of that lately, my complaining about others keeps turning into His correcting of me. Hopefully I'll soon learn my lesson, because this is starting to get painful. Well, I guess I'll go hang my head and try to learn my lesson now, until next time, love hard, and love true.

You always say Goodnight, Goodnight.

I just wanted to take a minute to express my sadness, and gratitude to one of my favorite bands. After nine years, "The Juliana Theory" has announced their end. I know there are alot of people who say that they were just ok, but to me they were a truly great band. Everybody has those bands that they just connect with, and they were one of mine. I can't explain it really, but ever since the first time I heard them, I just felt it. Some of you might not understand what I mean here, and for that, I'm sorry. So the the guys in TJT, I want to say thanks for the music and everything it gave and will continue to give me. That being said, I say goodnight, goodnight.

Sometimes I wonder why you keep me here, dazed, confused, and over used. Stuck in this hole that I have dug so deep, that only the arms of God can reach. Tangled up in their web of lies, the only thing showing, my bloodshot eyes. Get me out of here, before I lose my life, sinking fast, in this bitter wine. Redemption hides behind thick walls, ever hearing my feeble calls.

Strengths and struggles.

Hey everybody, this is my first post of the new year, and it's over a month late. So much for new years resolutions. So far, there is nothing remotely special about 06, I'm finding that it sucks just as bad as the last year. Yes, it's true, I am still a spoiled rotten little American, who has everything he needs and a lot of things he wants, and yet somehow still finds plenty of things to complain about. It's amazing how ungrateful I am sometimes. Sadly, this flash of reality will more than likely fade by morning, and I will forget about the less fortunate and gripe about how long it's taking to get my sausage mcgriddle. It's moments like this, that I understand the apostle Paul and his whole "chief of sinners" rant. Not that I am an any way comparing myself to Paul, I am simply seeing through my clean robe, to the staind and tattered garments underneath. It seems that even at the top of the mountain, the dust of the valley still clings to my skin. Maybe that's His way of keeping me in check, letting some flaws remain evident so my need for Him is just as obvious. Anyway, I seem to have run out of ramblings for now. Untill next time.