Counting up all the time...

Singing this, led by the Myriad... proabably the coolest thing thats happened in a while :D

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves.


We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…

He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves.

Stalemate.

Why is it that everytime something gets resolved something else gets harder?
My heart feels like a hollow room, i cant make sense of anything, everything that it says just bounces around, against the walls. I dont trust myself to try, but im too scared not too....
My heart and my mind are on two opposite sides of a paradime shift, and they have been for about a year...
but all the time there has been you, and I really wish I could say that that has made everything easier.

But it hurts so much more knowing that your heart has been hanging in the balence.

Tooooo buuusssyyy toooo blooooggggg.

Thats why they say pictures speak a thousand words i suppose :)

Well I made it through midterm week, and was rewarded with a sweet weekend in L.A where I sat by a pool in 80 degree weather, then layed in my gigantic bed and watched How I met Your Mother, and Dexter for an entire day....

Other than that it has been a lot of french, and a lot of art...but my Art Prof did tell me today that he wanted to put one of my pieces in his house... it kinda cracked me up.. but its better then the alternative of using Roys technique and pretending I was mentally challenged in order to pass (though dont get me wrong, I DID consider it)

Owl City concert is this weekend, I really cant wait, then the guyrad is the next day, and Im pretty excited. V and I did a nice job, and the girls seem pretty excited about the whole thing...

oh and its now only 3 months and 3 days till I leave for Heathrow...
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

*A strange fun mixture of Victorias Birthday and The Paint War :)*

NEW RELIENT K !!! (thanks Mav :D)

I never thought I'd be driving through the country just to drive with only music and the clothes that I woke up in.

I never thought I'd need all this time alone. It goes to show I had so much yet I had need for nothing but you, but you.

This is just therapy. Just call it what it is with a death grip on this life always transitioning. This is just therapy 'cause you won't take my calls and that makes God the only one who's left here listening to me.

Letting it all sink in, it's good to feel a sting now and again. I hope it's one less woeful thing there is to fight through.

Getting it all begin, fresh paper and a nice expensive pen. The past cannot subtract a thing from what I might do for you, unless that's what I let it do.

This is just therapy. Just call it what it is with a death grip on this life always transitioning. This is just therapy 'cause you won't take my calls and that makes God the only one who's left here listening.

Loneliness and solitude are two things not to get confused 'cause I spend my solitude with you.

Gather all the questions of the things I just can't get straight and I answer them the way I guess you do.

'cause this is my therapy, 'cause you're the only one that's listening to me.

This is my therapy, just call it what it is and what we were with a death grip on this life that's in transition. This is my therapy 'cause you won't hear me out and that makes God the only one who's left here listening.

This is my therapy. Just call it what it is with a death grip on this life always transitioning. This is just therapy 'cause you won't take my calls and that makes God the only one who's left here listening to me.

Post 200. "Please dont call it love."

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You were indifferent
I was young
We were both drinking fiction with greedy tongues
You were waiting for someone
Something to happen
Something irrational
Climbing the walls and falling in love

How do you find me, you my dove
Where my sun also rises sure enough
I was waiting for someone
Something to happen
Something ridiculous
Climbing the walls and falling
In what I now would call your glove

Please don’t call it love.

Screaming our screenplay, off the cuff
We were both stuck pretending our dreams were enough
I awoke in the morning wanting the day
I thought I could have you,
Miles away from falling in love
To find stalling sweet enough

Please don’t call it love

PhotoShoot by the Lovely Victoria, and Balboa Park :D

Sunshine Rainbow Sandwhich :D

Love these....








These girls are so great <3



Padres Game :D



*A little of my handiwork for the weekend :D