Alternate title: "Come and Share my Plenty." Or "The Zen Vacuum." Or "Is This the Strange Feeling of You?" Or "I'll Take the Blows." Or "So Drop These Scales and Take a Look." Or "And I'm Curious if They Imagine Me."
(Do you feel like you're in an eighteenth century novel yet, with all of those subtitles? Also, it is becoming clear that I am newly obsessed with Caedmon's Call. Over half of those titles come from their 40 Acres CD. I hope that's not absurdly dorky of me. But really I guess I don't care that much, because clearly I am not censoring myself in this instance.)
Today I had lots of words, which always feels like a godsend. And I'm not using that as a cliche figure of speech. It really does just feel like God reached down and handed me a present. Unfortunately, they are not the words I'm waiting for. But then, who's to say they aren't better than the words I think I need?
Also, I have figured out the reason my blog is so angsty when I am not at school. The inner life keeps going, but it is untempered by the actions or events of the outer life, so you get a few more unadulterated thoughts. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but I'm gonna go with, "Whatever."
Lots of love from Hartselle, Alabama,
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P.S. I wonder if it's creepy for me to sign my blog posts with love when theoretically there could be strangers reading it? I'm gonna say that, theoretically at least, I should love everyone. So it's probably alright.
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