The Scattered Thoughts of Me

It's almost May. My term expires May 28. That's less than a month away. I need to decide quickly.

When I say song, I mean blog update. And when I say to pass the time, I mean full of random thoughts.

I like that title though, because it’s a great song by Bright Eyes.

If I could go to a good music store right now (I haven’t found any in Mexico City), I’d buy something by Bright Eyes. And I’d buy something by 10,000 Maniacs and some Natalie Merchant solo action.

Several years ago a friend made me a cd full of emo, with stuff like Bright Eyes and Konstantine. That’s still a cool song. These are my favorite lines:

This is because I can spell “konfusion” with a “k” and I can like it.
It’s to dying in another’s arms and why I had to try it.
It’s to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car...

I got my wish tonight. It’s actually raining. Real rain, not just a scattered sprinkle. It’s so hot and dry and dusty here. Once the rain stops I’ll open the windows and let the cool moist air fill the house. And I’ll sleep in that different air.

I haven’t done a lot during the break, but I have taken time to do the number one thing on my list: rest. I need to do more of the number two: read. Maybe I can do that soon, after I finish this.

I have been reading people’s blogs all night. I enjoy reading people’s blogs, even though I don’t know them. Hey you, if you’re reading this and have a blog, I probably read it. Even if you don’t know me. You probably found mine through the same random connections that I found yours. Sometimes I want to comment on those blogs (those of people I don’t know), but I think it might be seen as weird. So I never do. But if you’re reading this, you can feel free to comment on anything (within reason). I wouldn’t think it weird.

Maybe that’s me being a wimp. Telling people I don’t know they can comment on my blog, but refusing to comment on their blogs.

Time to go read some.

One Wednesday evening when I in the seventh grade or so, my youth pastor Derrick brought a bunch of Butterfinger candy bars to Impact, the normal Wednesday night youth event. He gave a whole Butterfinger bar to all the people who brought their Bibles that night, which was about two or three. I was in agony! If only I'd brought my Bible! A crispety, crunchety, peanut-buttery Butterfinger bar could've been mine! For free! Did I bring my Bible to church next Wednesday? You bet I did. So did 95% of the people who didn't get a candy bar. The "Butterfinger Revival" lasted several weeks. I continued to bring my Bible to church for a long time after that. But for the next four of five years that Derrick was my youth pastor, he never again brought Butterfinger bars.

I'm tired. What more can I say? These last several weeks have been very hard. These last two months have been the hardest in a long time. Another uninteresting post.