i see trees of green, red roses too...

okay, yes, i realize it has been forever and a half since i have written here. it's weird, finally getting back to it. i've missed blogging, i think.

i started rereading Donald Miller's "Blue Like Jazz" in the past week or so. i can never remember if i actually finished it before (i have a bad habit of getting 3/4 of the way through a book and then starting a new one), but i've gotten pretty far in it. mostly because i've been reading a little bit every day. i've decided that i'm a fan. i also have his "Searching for God Knows What" but i've never read a single word of that one. i think it is the next book on my agenda.

i've also been attempting to reread Les Miserables. this one will take much longer than a week or two to get through. i'm still in part two of book one. there's just so much to grasp, i feel like i have to take it in very slowly. but i have decided that i love this book just as much as i thought i did nearly ten years ago when i read if for the first time. there are so many small nuances and ironies that i never could have noticed at the age of 12. Hugo's pretty awesome. i approve. even though i already thought i did, now i know i do.

life's been really weird for the past...year, i guess, since i last wrote. i've made a lot of changes--i am a really fickle person. like, REALLY fickle. i can't figure out for the life of me what i want to do with my life. but that's okay. i'm learning that that's okay. i know people have told me that before, but now i'm learning through experience that it really is okay not to know. i like that it's okay not to know...it means i have to depend on Christ a lot more, which of course is a blow to my pride because i like to depend on noone but myself. i also like it cause i get to dream, the way i did when i was little. back when people just understood that every day you were going to have a different life plan in mind. today i want to be a doctor, tomorrow i will want to be an astronaut, and the next day i will think it is the bomb to be an old cat lady. this is really how it goes. i suppose i shouldn't be surprised.

yep, i was right. i missed blogging.