Smelling my neighbors weed, daily

Last post was a jumbled mush of thoughts, although I know exactly what I was thinking, readers evidentally didn't. Well, I guess thats what you get for writing quickly.

I really do love to climb. I am nervous about having no money. I will be earning some in a couple of minutes.

I miss Jordan so much.

The guy from Hotel Rowanda is speaking tonight on campus. I am going to go see him speak after watching the movie. I am not excited, but I wouldn't miss it for the world. I think God is going to do something in me. I fear actually not going. I think my soul must have this, it must see the pain in this world. I have to keep my eyes open, or I will be listening to the throwback beats that Jake loves so much and living a shadow of what God made me for.