(Small Realizations) Pt.3 of ?

The best music is the kind that you don't like at first but love when you come back for a second or third try.

The clear night sky is my favorite of all creation. Besides people of course.

Burps that keep coming back tasting just as foul each time for hours... yuck. For me right now, it's an onion bagel. The onion doesn't like to let me forget that it's still there. I've resorted to swallowing Listerine before and I won't hesitate to do it again.

I'm getting more and more prepared for the zombie apocalypse every day. Left 4 Dead plus zombie movies. Prepare yourselves America. Ezekiel 37 and my loose hermeneutics tell me so.

How do headphones get into such complex knots when you put them in your pocket? Every time.

Being unselfish is hard. Harder as soon as it starts getting easier.

We make bigger deals of things than they really are and we're too prideful to change our ways.

Math Rock and Electro are both great genres I've only scratched the surface of.

Most emotions are very strange and uncomfortable. In particular "missing," "yearning," and "loneliness," are some that I particularly don't like or want to deal with. Sometimes I wish to be a stereotypical Hollywood lone ranger that doesn't have those problems. I would also get cool clothes and some guns.

People don't live thankfully and they need to. We're given so much and yet we complain about it all. Since what we're going to be doing in heaven is thanking God, why aren't we doing it now?

I just finished reading Born After Midnight by AW Tozer. It's a quick read with lots and lots of accessible and good information in it.

Chowder and The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack will save Cartoon Network as we know it.

It's 1:11 AM. Goodnight.