A Sentence for September (30/30)

I have so much more to say.

A Sentence for September (29/30)

I suppose I should be thinking that it's problematic that my sense of self-worth is so strongly attached to my sense of my productivity.

A Sentence for September (28/30)

I miss everything.

A Sentence for September (27/30)

There really is so much work to do.

A Sentence for September (26/30)

Maybe it's just the drugs they prescribed me, but I'm kinda getting excited about this idea called cohousing, living with a group of people, even after I "grow up" and even in the event I get married.

A Sentence for September (25/30)

This is amazing.

A Sentence for September (24/30)

I'm mainly pulling for everybody to get into the kingdom 'cause I'm acutely aware of how messed up I am, and if I have any hope than so do they.

A Sentence for September (23/30)

It wouldn't really be me "working" on a big project for school without me writing, recording, and uploading a new song ("Oliver Sipple") to the virb.

A Sentence for September (22/30)

I never want to lie again.

A Sentence for September (21/30)

I'm relatively certain that before this senior paper thing is said and done I'm going to omit the last hour and a half of work from it.

A Sentence for September (20/30)

I miss California.

A Sentence for September (19/30)

If this ship is going down, I'm going to ride it at least 'til my feet get wet.

A Sentence for September (18/30)

I thought about it today through most of Pentateuch, and I'm pretty sure that even if there's no indoor plumbing in Heaven, I still want in.

A Sentence for September (17/30)

"Negation is ignoring what is bad; redemption is making what is bad, good."

A Sentence for September (16/30)

I'm pretty sure that I wasn't ever really all that sure to begin with.

A Sentence for September (15/30)

Weekends for me have become like your backyard the morning after a big snow, only instead of snow that is out there in a big, perfectly smooth sheet, it's the potential for doing homework.

A Sentence for September (14/30)

Shallow classes for shallow people like me.

A Sentence for September (13/30)

In the search for truth, I feel like a heavy fog has fallen on me and I don't know what's anywhere anymore.

A Sentence for September (12/30)

I discovered that the first ten percent of life is spent being younger than eight and I found this incredibly wasteful.

A Sentence for September (11/30)

Letters encouraging young students looking to go into ministry--students like me--to join the ORU Minister's Alliance read a lot like young mafioso's offering "protection."

A Sentence for September (10/30)

I'm writing this in the library because my computer is completely dead.

A Sentence for September (9/30)

I think the only real obstacle to people liking me and what I have to say is them listening to the things I have to say and taking them seriously.

A Sentence for September (8/30)

These are dangerous roads we tread.

A Sentence for September (7/30)

We were pretending to enjoy his show while he was pretending to have a show.

A Sentence for September (6/30)

I got bored with doing the things that I thought wouldn't make any noise around this place.

A Sentence for September (5/30)

First it was melanoma, then I was afraid that I had bird flu, and now I'm freaked out that I might have hypochondria... :|

A Sentence for September (4/30)

When it rains here, it smells like goose poop.

A Sentence for September (3/30)

Laundry would make a great metaphor for life if it wasn't completely linear, mechanical, and--in our case--automatic.

A Sentence for September (2/30)

The problem is me.

A Sentence for September (1/30)

When I grow up, I want to be a writer.