rifts

have you ever woken up to the sound of your own sleep talk? this morning i woke up to myself yelling "Well, get him the hell outta here!" this is the second time i've done it. also, when i was much younger, i used to think i was on the toilet when in reality i was peeing in bed.
nonetheless, i frantically peeled my sleepy eyes open to find myself alone in the apartment once again.
so quiet. i've never had so much time to myself before. or, now that i come to think of it, i have. but usually i fill it up with something much like watching shows, creating my own busy-ness by talking to friends, learning guitar, writing music, anything but spending time with the One I have been neglecting...

why do i keep avoiding him? why do i always allow my flesh to determine what i do with my time and what i choose to do with myself? [awkward pause]

my dream was very disturbing now that i come to think of it.

I See You

I See You by Leona Lewis. I want the whole Avatar soundtrack.

winter break

Why do I always do this to myself? It's the same pattern over and over. Every year I fall into a funk, a period of time when I feel deeply under the weather and sunk in a pool of bitter self-pity. I ponder the day when I will grow up, face my problems and break free of this cycle.

Wish it was warmer here in Houston. At least the sun goes down a little later than in the East coast.

I wouldn't say it was amazing, but Urbana was definitely a learning experience. God has also revealed my passion for the Middle Eastern people, one I have been afraid to admit for the longest time because I used to think it was inflamed by unrighteous-ly influential person(s). Now I know better. At least I sincerely hope so, but sometimes God can really be quite convincing.

Well, for a belated birthday present to myself, and mostly to brighten the mood, I have decided that I am going to watch Avatar in theaters again. Maybe in 3-D. Just 'cause it was that good. :)

Alrightee, Stephanie is over and out!