Day late, dollar short - squared

Heh. So much for my word. I've come to the conclusion I do that a lot. Say one thing, and not follow through, I mean. I've gotten to the point now where I won't even give my word, but at least I'm learning. Before hand, if I would have missed my deadline or commitment date, I wouldn't have followed through, but here I am, blogging for probably only my mother, just because I said I would, though it is two days behind. Such is life sometimes.

On an unrelated note to my inconsistent nature, I am excited to announce that in 17 or so days, I will leave, on a jet plane. For Colorado. Till Christmas. Although I know I'll be so excited for Colorado, I'm more excited to leave. Not so much to escape, but rather to experience something new, a new way of life, something besides the same thing I've been doing for the past 6 years. It has certainly gotten old. Fort Collins is bound to be a perfect college town, with a population of 160 thousand, many educated individuals, lots to do, and fantastic weather. I could write much more about my thoughts, but time flies, and I'm needed to guard lives. Or work on my tan. One of the two.

Blogging Behavior

I have a short list of blogs I visit regularly; like postsecret , wwtdd , failblog , ffffound ,likecool , to name a few. Besides being creative / insightful / funny / clever, they are all updated quite frequently. As in, at least weekly. I've come to the conclusion that if I want an audience (besides my attentive mother), I've got to step up my game. So here is visual/verbal proof that I am going to attempt to update the site at least once a week, hopefully every Sunday. I know today is Friday, but I'll post again Sunday.

The astronaut picture is a conglomerate of several things; 40 years ago we went to the moon, 'Moon' with Sam Rockwell comes out today, I really want to go see it, I'm watching more movies lately. Speaking of putting people on the moon, I'm still at unrest with why nobody has been back since Mr. Armstrong and the crew. I realize that life isn't easily sustained up there, and that there are no large life forms known, but the men who bounced around, played golf and left footprints 40 years ago were only up there for a few hours. Surely man power on the moon is more informative than robots collecting data (probably more expensive, but that hasn't stopped the government before,), so why haven't they sent up more crews? I don't know. I just don't know. It's just a bizarre scenario. I suppose the world may never know.

Closer to Love

If every building falls / And all the stars fade

We'll still be singing this song / The one they can't take away

I'm going to get there soon / You pull me closer to love

- Mat Kearney

My throat hurts, my jacket smells, the soles of my feet are so dirty and I'm barely going to get five hours of sleep. But for you, graduation party, I'd do it all over again.

Visiting family, friends, cousins, neighbors and acquaintances, all in four hours, was overwhelming, yes, but so terrifically encouraging and uplifting. I've yet to even touch the countless cards and gifts, but just reading the words of wisdom people left for me, some serious, some sarcastic, has put me in the greatest mood, one that's both appreciative and grateful. For every person who has taken the time out to genuinely care for me, express sincere interest, or even keep me in their thoughts and prayers, thank you. I wish there was some visible way I could show my gratitude to you all.

There are so many different kids of love in life, but my favorite, and often the most difficult to find, is the kind of love between two friends, an unspoken, unacknowledged bond, typically strengthened by Christ's grace. I've thought a lot about it, before today even, and there really are few, if any, words, qualified enough to label this kind of bond. Oftentimes it's easy to confuse this bond with other very similar bonds, but this one is sturdier, more everlasting, more secure than any other I've known between two individuals. The people who have entered into that realm of mine, however, are there for life. It would take astronomical actions for them to be pulled from this circle of mine, for these people are my core. Every time that life rolls me a way I wasn't expecting, I simply look to this core of mine, and see how truly blessed I am, and know that I can call on these angels anytime I need.

Thanks to my graduation party, and words of wisdom book, I know that this support group is so so much more than anything I've ever imagined, and that means the world to me, the absolute world. Money is nice, of course, but knowing that somebody has your back, no matter what, is something money cannot purchase, and something that has no price. Thank you each and every person who attended my party, from blessed helpers, eager volunteers, semi-acquaintances, card bearing friends, and empty handed classmates; what you physically offered me is of little importance, for your kindness, support and love is more than I could have ever asked for, and for that I am forever thankful.

Blog Etymology

What's in a name? that which we call a rose blog/ By any other name would smell read as sweet;"

"Glowing Empty Page" does not exactly sound as promising as my mother probably would have hoped, but it's so much more descriptive than the "Mo in Colorado" she suggested. As Roscoe sat in my lap and I continued to procrastinate, I found the answer I was looking for. One of my favorite authors, Jack Kerouac, wrote this perfect phrase in The Dharma Bums;

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page 

and I could do anything I wanted.

The more I read the quote, the more I realized I had stumbled upon the perfect title for this new blog, a blog about more than 'Mo's life in Colorado.' As I make the transition from high schooler living with my parents to an independent college student, these moments in my life are increasingly more and more mine, to live them how I choose. It is my hope that this collection of thoughts, stories, pictures, cool ideas and whatever else I feel obliged to post expresses what I'm putting on the pages of my life. So here's to my life, and its vast and glowing empty pages.