I'll Never Write a Perfect Line, So I Don't Even Know Why I Waste My Time and Try...

I love my friends. The way I try show that I love them is to be a committed friend. I try showing the same commitment that my friends show me. However, at times I do not know how to show to my friends that I am committed. So many times I wish there was just one thing I could say that would bring them comfort through trials. If there is one thing I have learned and continue to learn through the trials my friendships have been through it is that, at times, it is better to say nothing at all. I recently heard some devastating news from a very close friend. I was shocked and did not know what to say. I wished there was something I could have said that would bring them some sort of comfort. This was not the case. I was speechless, but perhaps that wasn’t a bad thing. I hung out with my friend that whole evening. I didn’t make it home until 2 in the morning. Despite my friends very shitty happenings we had a fun time. We laughed and joked.

Though I did not have any wise words for my friend, I hope he knows him and my family are in my prayers. And through our times of laughter and joking I hope he sees me as a committed friend.

I hope to be the best friend I can to ALL my friends.

Shine on, friends.

Dear Phil Collins, you are the man.

This CD is my latest purchase.

It is full of familiar songs and some that are new to me.

One of my best purchases.

Shabing.

Well, I have been quite inactive on this, my blog. Now I realize this is probably disappointing for the masses, but I assure you I will try to post a little more frequently.
These past couple weeks have blossomed into great weeks for me. Last week I took a week off of work to make the trip to Covenant Heights for teen camp (insert joyous noises here). This week brought more good days. Rain, I must say I enjoyed the rainy days. Today brought a late work start (1 pm) which allowed me to sleep my face off this morning. Something I needed and appreciated.

Just a little update for everyone who was concerned.

P.s.
As for the title, it is from a story i wrote for school last year. I found it while rummaging through an old school binder. I am still considering sharing it.