sleeeeep

if you've talked to me about anything somewhat worth mentioning twice in real life, you've noticed that I say "I think" before pretty much every sentence. that's because...
MY OPINION IS MY OPINION AND MINE ALONE. I do not say I'm right! I do not say I disagree with you! all I'm saying is what I THINK and MY opinion.
I'm really exhausted. school is obnoxious but today Stephanie and Taysia took me and Tiffany and some girl I don't know to lunch and it was really good but I got a large McFlurry on accident and ate it all and now I feel sick. haha. I'm so glad I exist. I really am.
I really have nothing to say... I really have nothing to say. this is a first, and it's been happening to me for the past couple days. for once in my life I'm without an annoyance, opinion, thought, comment, or anything of the like. I enjoy this feeling.

dancing to the windy beat the beach makes

I really like cute things. likeee... I don't know. things that you can only describe with "awwww!" and a long happy sigh.
everything feels so weird for me right now and I'm not sure why. I feel like people enjoy me. ew.
my friends are a lot cooler than me. Jacob Friend(lawl) writes a blog 'cause he's in Japan for a year and it's so rad. http://gaijinjake.blogspot.com
Trevor Hicks has a new song and aaahhh he's brilliant. I'd definitely approve of a double portion of that Spirit outpouring on him yesplz. http://www.purevolume.com/trevorhicks

goodness gracious am I alive! I wish I were an old lady. I REALLY wish I were an old lady.
I feel the sun beat on me, I feel the sand beneath my feet, mmmmmmmm it's good to be with you
takin' a walk in my bare feet, singin' a song to the beat of Your heart, it's good to be with You
la da dee da da da dee daaaa to be with You!

take care pt. 2

I wrote something really long about fearful anxiety and flying free but my phone hates me and didn't let me post it. oh well. I went to school today. I'm the only boy in my first period and I have a crush on my sixty-some year old business teacher. she had such a pretty dress on.
I'm so alive! ecstatic. exuberant. HAPPY.

tonight was my last night to chill this summer and I'm so glad it happened. some friends in Rene Velarde's band were in town playing a show and we all chilled afterwards. they're great people who update their twitters almost as much as I do. I want to say something poetic but I'll just say that tonight was the perfect night. school in the morning, hallelujer.
Check out Rene Velarde at http://www.myspace.com/renevelarde (I hope, I'm on my phone so I can't check the link.)
OR follow him and his band on twitter, which is MUCH more exciting:
@renevelarde
@sthompsonaz
@jonnyvelarde
@rymarks

summer summer summer

school starts up again tomorrow morning and I'm so glad this summer existed. there's a wildfire burning and I won't let it out - in my friends, in my life, in my heart. I'm just so thankful for everyone I've met and become more acquainted with, such beautiful people.
it's the most wonderful feeling, to love and be loved. I want to love. Jesus CHOOSES to love me in all my wretched mistakes just because I am. I want to love in the same way(are we not created in God's BEAUTIFUL image, are we not supposed to at least attempt to be "godly"?) - I want to love without agenda. love you because you exist. and I'm sincere in this, I love. I love. I love.

grandpa

I saw an old lady last night at work and I told her I liked her shoes, the reds of the summer and the white of her hair just made her smile gleam beautifully. and the crazy old man on my grandma's block that keeps asking if the old man's still asleep when we all know he's been dead for a year - I love him. and I want him to know he's loved. I miss my grandpa, I really do! but I'd rather learn from his heart and live the way he lived than feel sorrow towards his final breath. and the interns at my church that said they loved me and were "authentic" - did they really? or were they caught up being Martha in an attempt to live more like Mary? I just want to be honest. I want people know I'm honest. I want I want I want and I can have but I'm just not ready yet.

falling asleep to hannah jean

the heart of the bird is to fly
travel travel travel, never known a home
wooden motels for each stop it makes
sings sweet nothings to pay the landlord, a ballad of gratitude
the landlord awakes, singing the same song
believes the song is a song of all things new, walks to the garden
singing “romance me, oh Lover, for it is by your touch I am saved
the morning dew, the calloused feet, the rocky paths
each moment a moment of grace”
and all through the day he goes at this pace
a beautiful experience, a beautiful encounter with no relations
who does he know, then? who does the landlord sing to
if there's not a soul in sight?
...funny, isn't it, how it all ends
singing to the trees, the landlord regarding the lovely songbird
never hearing the trees sing back the true melody
the song of hope, the song of love, the song of peace