truth is.

I'm not really the pensive person I seem on this blog. Sure, I may think a little deeper than some people, but I'm certainly not a serious person. I'm kind of crazy, actually.

first off: I like to stay up late.

I like turning up my music as loud as it can go and dancing around the room. with the door shut, of course.

I only like pinterest because of the photography tips (and the funny pics).

I like babysitting, but I really like getting the paycheck. no offense to the adorable kids I get to play with.

I like people. Because everyone is different and it's so interesting to learn about each one.

I like to laugh. too much, probably.

I like to sleep outside.

I drink wayyy too much water. Which makes me have to go to the restroom fifty times a day.

I'll read ten books in one week then not read for another month.

I used to hate mint chocolate-chip ice cream. Now it's the best.

I like to take pictures of everything. Yes, that includes ceiling fans and ladders.

I like bugs.

I like veggie tales. don't ask.

I am easily amused (see last sentence). 

So hopefully you get the point here.  I'm not-so-normal and serious. What things make you unique?

ps: need more proof?

this is my family:



these are some of my friends:





and this is me.

life

It's funny how life is. Each day brings new twists and turns that may seem like nothing at the time, but they add up to bigger turns that really change your life. One day the clouds may darken the skies and even if nothing too terrible is going on, you seem so downcast. Or there are days when you simply cannot wait to do something. To live a certain moment. Those are the days that drag by with your heart always in anticipation.

Then there are days that are simply glorious. You are ecstatic the whole day, because the sun is shining, school was enjoyable for once, and maybe you even received some good news.

The thing is, I make excuses on the days that I feel down. "Geometry just stank today. " "Everyone else is against me right now!" But I don't have an excuse. Or I shouldn't have one.

Because I have Christ. I have Jesus. He died, was buried, and rose on the third day. And he died for me. That should be enough good news to keep me joyful for years. Even if I don't feel happy, I can still be joyful.

I have to be patient. I wish sometimes I could be grown up already, serving God overseas and being married. Only sharing a room with one person, only doing dishes for two people. Not ten. Then other times I want to be a kid again, with no worries and troubles.

I have to be content in the moment. If I'm not joyful now in God, I never will be. Besides, what is there to whine about? I've got a good family. Great friends. A junky bike to ride (hey! it's still a bike!). A mac computer. And even if it seems terrible sometimes, I have a chance to get a good education. I have people who love me and a God who loves me.

so. that's the end of this super-long ramble.

- ken



ps: i kinda miss the cows.

the new town

I now live in nice little town with antique buildings and thrift stores. Scratch that. I live just outside of the town, where it feels like you're in the country. Dude, there are cows across the street. The neighbors have a chicken and two ducks. And a little dog. The ducks chase the dog. Go figure.

The house looks totally different now (pics coming soon). I'm sitting upstairs in our bright, colorful room. I should be doing geometry. blah.

Speaking of geometry, we've started school this week. So things are getting back into order. It feels good to get back into the old school routine, but still be in a new place.

Also, there isn't chicken poop everywhere. And those times where I had to get out of bed to feed the forgotten horses are all over.

I think I like it here.

















ps: we probably looked like tourists . . . oh well.