"As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?" -Psalm 42:1-2
Name:Eric Country:United States State:Nebraska Metro:Lincoln Birthday:8/22/1985 Gender:Male
Interests:Music, theology, philosophy, books, playing guitar, Greek, and unpredictability. Most of all, living in the grace of my Lord and Savior. Expertise:Umm... outside of making a fool of myself? I don't know that I really have any. Mood:
I got a different xanga. You can find it here. Why, you ask? The first entry on it will explain; suffice to say I want a place with the express purpose of doing a little writing and contemplation without the stupid quizzes, daily junk, and feelings of obligation to post. Will I still update this xanga? I have no clue. If you want to, head on over there. If not... you're probably not any worse off :)
I adore songs with bridges that start off really mellow and build to ecstatic, frenzied endings.
I'm thankful, this day, for the incredible parents and sister that God has blessed me with. The feeling is very un-cliche, even if the articulation of it is.
I can relate to this quote:
"Whenever I feel bad, I go to the library and read controversial periodicals. Though I do not know whether I am a liberal or conservative, I am nevertheless enlivened by the hatred which one bears the other. In fact, this hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world...Down I plunk myself with a liberal weekly at one of the massive tables, read it from cover to cover, nodding to myself whenever the writer scores a point. Damn right, old son, I say, jerking my chair in approval. Pour it on them. Then up and over to the rack for a conservative monthly and down in a fresh cool chair to join the counterattack. Oh ho, say I, and hold fast to the chair arm: that one did it: eviscerated! And then out and away into the sunlight, my neck prickling with satisfaction."