i work at a bakery.
i am learning about breads.
i am almost out of toilet paper.
my oven is still broken. i have a frozen pizza thats been in my freezer for 1.5 weeks that i'm taking with me to small group where i can cook it there and then bring it home for lunch tommorow.

i feel like i have absolutly no eloquence to write anything. but i still feel the need to tell you whats up. apologizing for boringness is so cliche. what?
we move into our new place on oct 1st. 38th/main. vancouver special. how do you window dress a front window that is composed of five tall windows in a concave shape? (concave is the one that goes in right?) i've also decided to shamelessly throw a house warming/bring me groceries party.

help me i'm overwhelmed.
and my oven is broken.
and i only have a dime, literally.
and an earplug.

we're sitting on the balcony, staring at the pool 10 floors down and an apartment building over, trying to decide whether there are people in the pool. or if its just the wierd reflections of the moon. go skinnydippers.

i'm living in the time where all my visions and idealistic assumptions are meeting up with reality.
its a little hard when i often forget that my foundation is hope.
..the rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house. yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation o the rock.
i've spent the day looking for a job. i've spent the last week looking for a place that i can live in. lots of winds and rains.
premptive: happy birthday cellsy bellsy!
does anyone want to hang out with me? i'm available.