Sugar on the Asphalt

I'm not alone 'cuz the TV's on;
I'm not crazy 'cuz I take the right pills everyday...

---Jimmy Eat World


I've got the house to myself this weekend. My parents and brother are away at High School winter camp. All my friends are either busy or out of town. There's nothing on TV and there's no DVD I want to watch. I don't feel like reading right now.

Which leaves me alone with my thoughts.

You think about a lot when you let yourself. I was just thinking about how I'm not artsy in the contemporary understanding of the word. I don't enjoy modern art. I don't like black-and-white photos of trash which people say are beautiful. I guess to some that means I'm out of touch. That's ok.

I attempted to eat an entire sampler plate of Hawaiin BBQ completely with chopsticks tonight. A little messy, but it tasted delicious.

Lately I feel like the whole world is moving forward; everyone is going somewhere, or is preparing to move on... I'm stuck in the same place I've been for the last 20 years. It is a feeling of restless inadequacy.

I'm reading "A Call to Prayer" by J.C. Ryle. It's kicking my butt. I'll probably blog on it more later.

It's times like these when the gravity of Paul's commands to "take every thought captive" and to "be transformed by the renewing of your mind" becomes readily apparent.