All over the place

I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. Just everything really. The summer, music, family, birthdays, prime time, autism, college, dreams, reverb, missions trips, wishes, the future, friends, poetry.

Jason Mraz is not just a singer, he is an artist. Artists aren't just the ones with paint brushes in their hands and charcoal smudges on the arms. They're the ones that aren't afraid to pour their souls out into a single thing. Whether it be a painting, drawing, song, dance, poem, story, monologue or sculpture. What their heart is telling them, it's on that piece of paper, on that musical staff, on that word document, on that stage, on that sidewalk. They're the boldest things God has created.

I don't know what to say when people ask me what college I want to go to. I don't want to go to college. But the look of disappointment you get when telling people that is enough to make you want to cry in your room for a week. It's even harder when you tell them the reason why and they don't approve of it. I want to be a missionary.

I'm flying solo next year. Just me and my parents.

I honestly think I have some form of Autism. I keep remembering things I had no idea I even knew. It would explain how I am like a human juke box. The Versailles Palace in France has 620 fountain nozzles in the garden. I'm dead serious.

Too many people are changing.

My brain is going crazy. This is all over the place. I need a breather.