I have nothing to write about, except for my lucid desire to start turning thoughts into words at this unhealthy 2 A.M. hour. And with that, I have exhausted my only topic in a mere sentence.
Well, I shall turn on my word waterfall. This may not end well, for it is, after all, way past the last hour I can make any comprehendible sense. However, the later the hour, the more far fetched my reasonings get. This has proved helpful for inspiration kicks in the past. We'll see what happens.
I feel as though reading through everything I've been writing in the past few days is proving to show me everything is overwhelmingly represented by one emotion. I want to try to convey this emotion in a bit more of a subtle manner, as to not give a overdramatic representation of what I'm feeling inside.
The reunion was fantastic. I learned how to play Dominion, got to know some jr. staff who I had not really interacted with much over the summer, cross country skied over ice for four hours (and have the war wounds to prove it), saw some of my beautiful friends for the first time in months, learned You're Beautiful by Phil Wickham (and quickly purchased it on iTunes), spent some quality time with my two nephews, had way too much hot chocolate for a girl with a bladder of tiny proportions, and most importantly was refreshingly engulfed with the Word of God and His love. This was probably one of the most refreshing escapes to camp I have been able to have since... well, a while. It was that good. My heart is finally filling up and becoming whole correctly.
My stomach, however, is not becoming whole correctly and currently yearns for food. Probably that which carries nutrition. I, consequently, will fill it with yum. Late night (early morning) hunger is probably where my lifestyle is least healthy. I cannot even remember the days where dinner was my last intake of calories for the day. Oh, to be young again. Bahaha. Kidding, mother. I know I am young.
You know the expression 'young at heart'? Yes well, I feel as though there are many young people who are old at heart.
Is this expression ever used?
Also, when you think about it, old at heart isn't even an insult.
Is it insulting to be called kind, compassionate, caring, and wise?
What do young hearts have that old hearts don't?
Are we talking health wise or personality wise?
I've never thought the expression was used to describe a persons health. Therefore, I feel as though it is quite correct to say I would rather be old at heart than young at heart.
Well gushing stream of thought, I think we've done enough damage for the night. Let's sleep before these people think we're utterly mad.
Rad: Meaningful Lyrics. Seeing Avatar tomorrow.
Unrad: Tempting Christmas desserts.