You Can Miss Home,

But sit on the same plot of land you've lived your whole life.

Home is a state of mind. A place where you feel comforted. I used to
be home, not long ago. Home is achievable. Always. But never if you
look to the past. Donald Miller spoke it brilliantly in his book
Through Painted Deserts. Life is like season's. It should be renewed,
changing continuously, growing, dying, and returning prettier the next
season. I feel like laziness is my death. Forgetfulness of what I've
learned. Seeing things for what they are in reality, not what society
has made then.

I'll grow back again soon. I think the beginning of this book is the
seed that was planted in the soil of my mind. I just need it to grow.
To be rooted in my brain.

Love love love that Arizona sunset.

3 Days Now. I'll get better at this

I realize I can blog from my phone, too. Maybe I'll just start at that.
Hmm, Monday. Horrible memory, again. Sorry.
I believe I went to the mall. I picked up "Through Painted Deserts". You know, the one by Donald Miller. He mentions it's the worst book he's ever written, but I'm just curious.

I think a book worm has gotten into me. I'm the apple.
I've got so much I want to read. I'd become an insomniac. I don't need sleep. Who does?
Tuesday and Wednesday were "late start" days
They go by just as long as normal days, though, it seems.

Hanging around the family and such.
Today's my sister's birthday. Big 1-1?
I suppose. I wish I remember what exactly went on when i was 11. Just to remember.
She wouldn't listen to my advice though. She won't even let me help her with her math homework.
Boy, can't wait to be a parent :)


Hmm. Church? Did you know that there's this little itty bitty protein that is in every cell of your body?. Called laminin. It holds everything together; it's the concrete, the steel of the building, the frame of the house. It holds everything together.

and it's in the shape of a...cross?



The thing that holds everything together. Inside and out. It's visible. It's real. It's stamped, marked, stainedddddd. Inside the cells of your BODY!!!!. I shed tears. Shh.

Think think think. Feed me that truth.
-Chris

Time Goes By So Quickly

It's almost monday now. I thought missing two days was a lot.
I can hear my sister moving in her sleep.
I need to move my desk to the other side of the room...

I can barely recall what's gone on this week.
Besides Friday. Cody picked me up, and we got some Bingsoo at Fresco. It's nice to chit chat, keep the air passing between. I love having a best friend. It's so comforting. I feel like I can fall anywhere. He could too. We'd land on top of each other in such an awkward position, but we'd both be okay, I believe. We saw Ryan Guard too. I saw Ryan Osterman again. Yes, I'm often concerned for those under the influence of alcohol and nicotine, but boy can he place his fingers on the guitar string like no other. He gets me. So easily. Maybe I'm just vulnerable. To what? I hope I'm not. Tangent....
Anywho. I was a bit upset, because he hasn't played any of his older songs. He's just moving on, I suppose. I just hope he doesn't forget that person he once was. I wish I could speak so loudly. And age is only a number.

Saturday was my mothers birthday party. I gave the first toast of my life. My heart races. mmmm. I can't drink champagne, so i'll fake it? Hah. Fell asleep late too. Discussing photography and such with my aunt. I got my first roll developed today. First in a while. I'm trying to fix this picture up a bit because it's very shadowy, and it's driving me insane.

Today, Ryan is back! He's returned from the snow and is here to save Merge. Katie set the fire alarm off. Good grief. Funny stuff though. I love when Ryan speaks. It's raw motivation leaking from his eyes. And laughter. Hah, you could never fall asleep. I don't know how some do.

Note to self: Sheets are torn. Gone. Ripped.

I've been doing homework since I got home from working the sound booth. It's almost midnight. I have to wake up and do more.

Love with every keystroke,
Chris

It's Wednesday

It seems like I just posted yesterday. Since then has been great. Monday was a lazy day; no school and all. I slept, and enjoyed listening to music for the majority of the day, squeezing in homework at the last minute (which never works out). Yesterday, I shot promotion photos for a band called "Aimless". You should check their music out and see if you like it :). And you can view the pictures took by clicking this:



Today was long as well. I had to write a paragraph about myself in english on what I feel makes me "unique". This goes along with the book "Anthem" by Ayn Rand, because in the story everyone is deprived of independence. It's supposed to be a story of what society will be like a few decades from now. But it's very interesting. I'll talk more about that later, and maybe share my paragraph, though I feel like I rant a lot, and go off on plenty of tangents.

Oh, and the sunrises have been amazing lately.



Better pictures to come. And writing soon.

With heavy eyes, and a head full of songs,
Chris

2/3 Days of This Weekend

Quick quick weekend. Only one day left. Happy 3 day weekend?

Friday:
I saw Alive In Wild Paint live. They're pretty amazing, descending from GoodbyeTomorrow. With my eyes closed, swinging back and forth to the rhythm, they're very good live performers. My favorite song:



Saturday:
I slept in until 1! I was pretty excited. Then I had a brown night with Jason, and we saw Clouds Take Shape live, here's a video.



Then video chat with Hunter! hah

Today:

Woke up, went to church. It's a beautiful day really. Enjoy the clear skies. Spring is here.

Love

I'm not sure how I feel about it.

No no, not that I don't believe in love. You know, that feeling of being understood and comforted when you're scared. No not that at all.

The love I have for others. Extreme wise. I feel like, maybe it's been so long that I have ever had "feelings" for someone. Childish or not. Am i numb?

No, i don't believe so. But I'm convinced sometimes that the feeling has just been so far away that I forgot what it felt like. I know love is just too too powerful for that. And i'll know it when I find it; that special person.

Today is a beautiful day. The sunrise was absolutely amazing. The reds and oranges, it looked like the end of the world. It was the best painting on the biggest canvas. Now, i'm just waiting for the rain. But i'll be spending the beautiful day inside working on school work :/.

From the desktop,
Chris

It's late, I should be sleeping

I woke up with a tickle in my throat, and my eyes sore to the touch. The day passed by quickly though. With some laughs, of course. A day is not a day without laughs. We peer reviewed in English, and I swapped papers with Natalie during and after school. I edited hers on the roof. It's amazing what gets to you up there. Or maybe it's just coincidence. Maybe there's no such thing as coincidence. Hmm, anyways. I came home, and sat on the ground with my dog. He licked me, and made me smile. He makes me happy :).

Anthony came over and we worked ohhh so hard on our science fair board (not), and then left to youth group. My leader, Jason, read us this beautiful story about a 17 year old boy named Brian Moore who wrote about his vision of heaven. If you can check it out, read it here.

My eyes are heavy. Wake Up Poland, It's Nine O'clock is keeping me up.

"the builders in the backyard catching up on all his sleep
a woman lacks the motivation from the bedroom where she weeps
there was a banner in the window shouting "you were my peace of mind"
He'd love to share his bold intentions but he lost his voice to try

a boy surrounded by his racecars, living faster than his age
he build worlds for himself to live in with the building blocks they gave
he laid and pressed his ears on air-vents needing nothing of that sort
his laughter quickly turned to silence, the dark turned from sweet dreams to war

overcome by indiscretion, they made a flag of white to fly
the mourning slipt their heads, before their chance to say goodbye
they say the bigger the heart is, the more resting that's allowed
the grooms objections at his wedding after years of being vowed

blessed by encounters that helped them come to be
overcome by salutations blurring visions left to see
the sudden parting of an ocean, lead to anchors swinging wide
from the lack of fearing God and inclinations made to hide

made to hide
we're made to hide

we were all made to hide
can you tell us why?

we are alive
we're dreaming here"


From the shadows of my bedroom,
Chris

P.S.
Please leave a comment if you read this. Just interested on who's following this up...

Sleep oh so well.

I've been dancing on the tops of buildings

Recently, i've been enjoying spending my evenings on the rooftop. I can hear my dog bark, and it sounds so loud now. The clouds look as if a little girl painted them, and I'm above with the leaves and birds and bees I didn't even know existed on from the ground.

I thought I'd start one of these, just to keep track of my everyday. Not exactly for anyone else's sake, but for mine. Pictures aren't as frequent from me as the used to be, so maybe this'll help keep track. My memory kind of sucks.

I wonder if it has to do with technology or something. The world isn't used to being silent. I think that's why I always have a song stuck on my head. Even on the roof, when I'm up here alone. It's peaceful though, and my mind feels more at rest than normally. I just can't help but to sleep by the stereo...

maybe these words will mean something more to me, but to you, reading this. I guess this is just an opportunity for you to stalk me, but maybe I'll just assume you're a bit more mature than that :)

I'll keep you posted.

From the rooftops,
Chris