फ्रेंच अफेयर्स

(I don't know why the title looks like it's written with some foreign script.)

So, according to my French professor, love in France is a game. You ignore the one you love. I think we also do this in America.
Similarly, it's also uncomfortable to express to friends how much they mean to you. Once, someone told me that I was a good friend...it was a really intense moment. I gave a thumbs up, because I felt too awkward to say anything else. That was stupid.
Telling someone that you're interested in them takes time...at least with me. I'm just reflecting on it at the moment, but I think it's crazy how we desperately go for those things that present themselves impossible to achieve, while things that practically throw themselves at our feet are taken for granted.
Maybe it's time to re-evaluate my life and take the things that are there for me now.
This is nothing deep. I'm just thinking about the idea.

Spring

Spring has sprung here in Murray. All I can say about this is that life is great. I have amazing friends. I have amazing times with those friends. I'm always sentimental about them, but I can't help thanking God for them everyday.
I also have the worst timing ever. I'll learn to think my timing through a little better the next time. La presencia del miedo es la ausencia del gozo. The presence of fear is the absence of joy.
I came up with that myself...at least, I don't think I got it from someone else. Had I thought along those lines about a month ago I might be singing a slightly different, but nonetheless still happy tune.
With this post I'm simply reestablishing (or maybe re-establishing) blogging habits, though I've posted a few things here and there on Facebook. I need a digital camera. There are important things in my life I need to show here.