The Orego Trail...

Well, I skipped my first class and chapel today to get some rest, and rode my bike to campus only to remember that my dang 2 o'clock class was canceled for today. (bad words inserted here).
I guess it's not that bad because I have some stuff to do... Like Blog! :)

Life seems to be standing still right now, unfortunately. And, as helpful as I thought it would, whining has not made it any better.

I met with some of the greatest guys in my life last night and I'm just so relieved to be with them again and to realize that I do not have it worse than everybody else. That may sound messed up, but what I'm saying is that, naturally, I think humans like to complain. I do it even when I verbally say, "I don't want to whine anymore." Why is it so easy to do? And, why do we do it? What does it solve?" Not to confuse complaining with pointing how things should not be, but if you point out something wrong and don't do anything about it, aren't you just complaining? I don't know the answer to this question, but it makes me think a lot because I'm always saying, "we should do [this]," yet I don't do extreme things that I "preach" of.
God, please break me of being a comlainer.

A.D.D. moment-- This girl next to me in the lab is playing "The Oregon Trail". That's funny, right?

My little sister is currently dating a boy. (sorry to expose you sis). We had a discussion about how I told her I didn't think it was the best choice to do it, and she said she thought I was probably right, but thought she just needed to learn on her own. Yeah she does, BUT it's just like, "I want you to learn from a different experience, not one that's gonna rip your heart out and make you hurt for so long." That might be the hardest part about giving someone advice: You know you're saying the right thing, but, ultimately, it's her decision to make.
My life is a decision to constantly make.
Please make the decision Ryan. Please make it Ryan...
shalom.