I wrote this poem just now. Had a stroke of inspiration and couldn't help myself. I think I'm the next Walt Whitman. 

the trees are...

green like my sweater

yellow like my grandpa's teeth

orange like a burning house

pink like the eyes of every kid in the pool

red like your blood

brown like poop

that's right

poop

Pretty good, huh? I'm diggin the free verse style right now. You know what else should be free? Coffee.

Speaking of free, Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving, all. This is a short [incomplete] list of stuff I'm thankful for (in order of increasing textual length using the blog input font):

life

God

food

blogs

piano

music

family

shelter

school

friends

Nutella

literacy

Chowon

the Bible

and more!

computers

notebooks

logic/reason

Speer Chapel

feelings/emotions

beauty(in general)

Strong Bad's Time Machine

Hope you all have a great weekend. Feel free to let me know what you're thankful for. If your list is as long as mine, you can bet I won't be reading/listening for most of it.

"We are getting gas; we're giving spare change to the homeless; we are watching television; we are not watching the signs."

I'm in such a bad mood lately. I really don't know what it is, but I've noticed it for the past like 3 or 4 days.

I'm having a hard time telling the difference between wisdom and cynicism. I'm having a hard time determining my place in my environment. I'm struggling to determine what is acceptable.

For some reason I can no longer interpret my friends' actions easily. Nothing is serious or straightforward, everything is sarcastic, nothing is positive, everything is a waste of time and energy. I want to talk to someone who tells me their feelings openly and straightforwardly so that I don't have to guess. I want to have a simple friendship. I want a place where I can go and watch a beautiful view without interruption -- and a friend who can sit there with me, drink soda, and read a book or simply know that God is God, without being worried about entertaining each other or thinking "is this person bored or unhappy?"

I wanna sit on the side of a mountain and quietly watch clouds for a couple hours without wondering what homework is due.

I wanna go to work and receive simple and clear instructions from my boss without sarcasm from my coworkers. Am I naive and oblivious, or are they not serious? I honestly don't know these days. Who am I supposed to be at LeTourneau? What is expected of me as a person?

It would be much easier if people treated me as the person who they wanted me to be, so I would know exactly the best way to act for the benefit of everyone... but am I asking to be manipulated? Can I be content with what I am given? Who am I, really?

I need a confidant... I need a break from LeTourneau... I need Christmas break...

"Scratches around the lock"