love.

brennan manning. the ragamuffin gospel. chapter nine. page one sixty five.

"the idea that God is love is certainly not new with Jesus. in fact, it probably wasn't even exclusive to the Judeo-Christian tradition. other men at other times in other parts of the world have thought or hoped or wished that the really REAL, the living God, might actually love them. but Jesus added a note of confidence. he didn't say that maybe God was love, or that it would be nice if God were love. he said, GOD IS LOVE-period. but there is more to the message of Jesus. he insisted that his Father is crazy with love, that God is a kooky God who can scarcely bear to be without us." 

what a relief. 

ohemgee

fido is the most interesting place to watch people. there really is no telling what genre of person will walk in next. the skeavy dude with the denim threads and barely washed hair slash teeth. the doctors who stare uncomfortably at my face. (i decide its merely my perfect bone structure..?) the vanderbilt. the belmont. the hipster. the scenester. the musician. the very sleepy barista who sits here at this very computer, and curiously asks herself, "why havent i taken a nap?" and "why am i not working on these essays that await their fate in seven days?". and i cant really answer that question. lack of focus. too much distraction. lack of sleep. too much coffee. not sure. all i know is..seven photos. two kick ass essays one stellar application. due in less than a week. 

oh dear. 

i have one week to take awesome pictures and write awesome papers and get into college. 

geez.