Look Up...: I'm not stalling, I'm being creative......IT"S DIFFERENT!*

Here I am again. Sitting in the masses, it thoroughly encompasses my sanity. There shear number of people creates an anxiety buried deep in my soul, that rarely is ever addressed. The ancient brick walls begin to close in, their timeless tales of years past don't romance me. The smiling faces and joyous laughs of those around me only adds to my frustration, I cannot see the pleasure in life here. There are flower arrangements with their colors bursting forth like a organic rainbow, but to me, they only showcase the immense business of this occasion. There's just too much happening. It starts and the speaker tells of "happy" things; however, I see past his cheerful fascade. There are other speakers with genuine optimism, though my realism doesn't allow me to share in their rose-colored view. This room is supposed to be a place of joy, praise and worship and I feel it's defiled by these gatherings. The stain glass windows do not shine with glory but are dimmed with the meaninglessness of this talk. The spacious organ with the thousand pipes stands at the front with respect. I can only imagine it looking down with disdain as this waste of time. This is not what the organ was built for or this rooms intended purpose, we have defiled what was once holy. But somehow this is not the first or the last time that this sanctuary will be a prison, and that might be the saddest thing of all....
*maybe not.... ;)

Oh and check this out. I thought I was crazy thinking I was seeing a massive chest scar on Shawn Spencer in one of the new Psych episodes, but I was not!

OUCH! anyway, just to share somethings that I evidently think about when watching TV shows.... actually I seem to notice scars fairly fast and then think about it. That is how nosy I am.

I seem to be surviving in college... for the most part. I've got the hang of stuff a bit and am starting to get back on schedule.
Instead of studying I