Real Life…whatever that is.
Being grown up is rather boring. And by grown up I really mean….well I have no idea what I mean. Just older, not at home, working, going to school…ish. Despite all the great and entertaining drama I seem to easily keep myself in, and the oh-so-glamorous “living on my own” situation It’s rather dull…No pink, broken-locked diaries, no hate poetry from my little sister, no castles in the living room, no cat. No cat at all.
By now (long before the tirade of pictures may I point out) you are probably wondering what in the world is going through my head…and why I’m wasting time blogging about it. Well, calm down your opinions…because you dear are still reading this. “This” was all my sister’s doing…I read her latest post and just had to get all sappy on this here blog.
shall we begin?
Anna and I.
Anna and I + Leah!
Us again. I swear kids try to look cute on purpose.
The way it should be.
Oh no peter pan, the children are growing up!
fast forward ten years and it's profile pic time and gone are the castles and barbie diaries
Delilah! fast-forwarded about 5 cats.
I like fish...and you might know this as I have often dramatically stated...usually in a loud fashion...generally annoying. I still love fish.
I was cooler in highshcool
Obviously, I mean we went to see As I Lay Dying in concert! I even fell asleep on the floor during their show...br00tal, I know.
so young, not so innocent, but we have got the eyes.
We went to prom. It was boring. So we left...
And went to a /\/\ 3 T @ L show!
Last year of Deeper Life
We are conservative and believe in guns.
Even more metal! in the form of a venue...like those lattes? I made them, thank you chocolate syrup for your awesome art qualities.
daddy let me drive his car,daddy let me drive his car to see boys...a whole town away.
kids thinking this was the end of the world. highschool was over.
Cupping over my first break home from the intern ship...cupping UP style that is.
More cupping...everyone was impressed and thought I knew what I was doing...ha! right.
Recording at the cabin...never wanted life to change
Mid-recording...this kind of stopping happened a lot...A LOT.
surreal...From the October day on Gabe's farm...still not sure if it really happened.
A Severe Mercy
Was sure of Indiana being the answer
Shut up…I know its overkill on the pictures. Just know there were at least 25 I didn’t post. Anyway that was life…and this is life now: Its really late…I’m sitting up with a friend, he is studying for class…we ate pizza. Coldplay is on. I’m tired. Worn out tired, but happy…Strangely fascinated with being out of control of everything. God loves through His mercy, grace, judgement, condemnation, beauty, spirit, jealousy…and I can’t comprehend that at all, but it’s true…and He is holding the universe. So I’m not afraid of falling apart at all.