*WARNING: The following blog is entirely too long and will not interest anyone*

** Also, the following blog was written on paper and later transcribed to computer**

I'm home for a long weekend...and here I sit. I've been reading for the better part of an hour now. I'm outside, laying across a porch swing, facing a wooded back yard. I spent most mornings of my summer in this very spot doing this very thing. I'd get up around 9, grab breakfast, then make my way out to the back porch to read. It became routine, almost fully habitual. Definitely one of my better habits. Summer seems so incredibly long ago. Last time I really looked around this yard, birds were singing, small animals ran around and warm sunlight made it's way through the trees, landing in little patches on the ground. It's now October. My favorite month. Things have changed. No birds today. I'm sure they're still around, they're just not here right now. No animals either. And it's chilly. That perfect kind of chill that doesn't require a sweater. Leaves are changing; it's most definitely Fall. But my favorite part about today? It's raining. Rainy days have always made me extremely happy. Much like snowy days; they both bring me joy. Same goes for any breezy day in Autumn when a walk across campus consists of colored leaves falling all around me. Maybe I just have some sort of weird, deep-seated infatuation with precipitation. I wonder if there's a name for it?

Ok, now that I've successfully written a whole paragraph of nothing but my scattered thought process, I think it's about time to break out my pencil sharpener and start making a point. Fact: My blog is long-overdue for an update. Having said that, I must tell you I feel that this is coming at the perfect time. A time in which I have some things worth saying. Todays topic? Change! Now, this is tangible change. Not the king of change you most likely voted for last November and get's Nobel Prizes based on well-intentioned promises. No, this it the kind where I can compare past and present and see real evidence of diferences being made.

It's been just a hair short of 3 months since you last heard from me. I'll offer some quick back story: At that point I had just started another semester at Morehead and was attempting to finish getting myself together after a rather devastating and rocky summer. I was succeeding quite nicely. Flash forward to present: Since then I've seen my daily routine and life in general quicken in pace and transform into something that only vaguely resembles what it once was. I've taken on a whole new level of responsability, commitment, and general outlook on things. I've been taught that God's love does amazing things when you allow it/ Him to been seen in you. I've been blessed with seeing 2 good friends come to know Christ and it seems we still celebrate about it daily. It's simultaneously exhilarating and humbling.

One thing that has yet to change (and I'll be greatly surprised if it ever does) is that music remains a staple in my life and continues to effect my outlooks, moods, and opinions. Most recently is, of course, Relient K's "Forget and Not Slow Down". After suffering what I'm sure was unfathomable heartbreak, Matt Thiessen has managed to write their most therapeutic and positively uplifting album to date. Now I'm not here to say that a RK album entirely about healing from unexpected heartbreak would have been more helpful back in June but...it couldn't have hurt. At this point it's just more like good advice to keep in mind if I ever need it later but it's epic nonetheless.

Nowadays I'm rarely in a mood that's anything less than exuberantly cheerful. In addition to the plethora of new, close friends that I'm VERY thankful for (here's to you, TNL team and any others, you know who you are), I've recently entered into what is quickly becoming one of the greatest adventures of my life! I'm talking, of course, about a girl. But not just any girl, oh no. Take a look.

We are AWESOME! Her name's Anna by the way. Just look at that cuteness people! I like to describe it as serendipitous. Purely.

Well, if you're reading this part, congratulations. You've reached the end. This is my updated life. If you knew me much in the past, you can see the change I told you I'd be speaking on. Thank you for reading. I'll update more often so I don't have to type novellas to keep you up to scratch on things. Until next time, I'm David Miller, and you're not. Don't forget to tip your waitors and waitresses.

SONGS (woah! 2 this time!) AND LYRICS OF THE DAY-

'Vanilla Twilight'- Owl City
--"I look at my hands and feel sad, cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly."

'Sahara'- Relient K
--"I am not alone, I'll be alright. Just take these bones and breath them back to life"  

     

Ok Xangaphiles. I once again must apologize after an extended absence from my trusty blog. I'm terribly sorry for throwing you into what has probably been a sort of dark ages without the light of my lifes adventures to carry you on through the summer but I have returned. So here I am and though I had intended to just start anew without telling you where I've been (hint: I was looking for horcruxes) I decided to just give the dete's on all that happened.  

I recently had the pleasure of spending a week at my farm and hung out with my little bro Caleb and my little sis Candy. On a quick side note she's now 18 and going to college in a couple weeks and that makes me both very proud and very sad. *Candy, I love ya and we'll make it through this, you will be missed!* ANYWAY, my grandma was also in from New York and my dad was on vacation so it was an amazing week of lots of family time. I was happier than I care to try and describe. Caleb was as energetic as ever and at one point he dissappeared into the bedroom only to reappear as his alter ego- Wolverine.

A super battle of epic proportions ensued, and I of course was no match for his power. He was a merciful victor though and once he was unmasked, we formed an alliance.

Oh yeh. Nothing says "exploiting younger brothers cuteness to get girls" like that picture right there.

The main highlight I wanna mention consisted of going with Candy and her boyfriend, Anthony, to the Jackson County Fair. Jackson County, WV, and this fair in particluar, is found by getting off the highway an hour past Charleston then driving a further 2 hours into the Land That Time Forgot. The dense forest finally opened to reveal a wonderful variety of Red-Neckery. Signs lined the fair grounds such as "Free Live Animal Just For Attending" and "You're Wearing A Shirt?! Whatcha So Dressed Up For?" It was a marvelous place and all kidding aside I truely enjoyed it but for the sake of a fun post I will speak sarcastically of the event. I was riveted as the natives pitted their trucks against one another in a harrowing competition involving pulling heavy objects down a dirt path. This was to be wittily known as a "truck pull" and is surprisingly enjoyable to watch. 
   
As we ventured through the grounds and visited the various livestock auction rooms, I grew hungry. It's a known fact that Carnival food can (and should) be consumed in mass quantities and that when you do so, no bad consequences come of it. Therefore, I enjoyed something along the lines of 2 funnel cakes, 2 hot dogs, a smoked chicken, a slice of pizza, a taco in a bag and various specialty drinks. It was spectacular. *This is the time where I make a few people, namely girls, angry.* After that week of constant food and grilling at the farm, then this day in particular, I got home to find that I have actually LOST weight somehow. Huh...weird. Moving on! As night fell and the trucks continued to pull, we decided to migrate to the carnival rides area. My sister was at some point around this time taken for like 25 bucks from a gypsie that ran a game stand. She walked away with a stuffed dolphin and a red dog. (These prizes were a far cry from the Wizard of Oz scarecrow she had been eyeing). So yeh, she was truely Gyped, THEN we rode rides, as seen here:


 

All in all it was quite a trip and I'll never forget it even if I try. Also, the Taco in a Bag vendor was cute and we struck up a nice conversation seeing as how she was the only person all day to not look at me like an idiot becaused I dared to wear skinny jeans and a TWLOHA shirt. Well I'm sorry Carhart or Mossy Oak fail to make skinny jeans, West Virginia!! Condescending buncha.......



SONG OF THE DAY: "Good News"- The Rocket Summer
LYRIC:  In reference to Christ: 
"So let me get this straight cause I have a question.
You’re saying he’d listen if I were to speak
Yes that’s what I’m saying, in fact I was just thinking
He’s probably thinking of asking you the same very thing"

The weather has most definitely been above me for the better part of the past few days. Where once there was a jovial and energetic youngster, now resides an achey, slightly feverish, and grumpy old man. World weary and tired of being home, I've come to the not-so-difficult conclusion that I need to get out. I've self-diagnosed myself with "maltestoteronitis". Put simply, I need some man-time. Preferably in the woods near a lake, with a fire and fishing poles. You see, after a few days of being cared for by ones grandmother you find that your more masculine  characteristics start to fade. Now, I still pee standing up, it's not THAT bad yet but a red flag went up for me when I found myself wondering when Oprah was coming on. So the current theory is that this wilderness-delivered booster shot of testosterone will kick start my health and I'll fight off my sickness with pure manliness. I also speculate that the original cause of the sickness is due to the EXCESS of such manliness that occured whilst in Louisville on thursday. So the exceptionally manly day, followed by a day of the exact opposite, was just too much of a shock and my body went haywire. I feel I should mention that Saturday was an exception, I did feel sick but seeing as I found myself in the company of a female my body felt nothing as it was too busy putting on a marvelous display of purest awesomeness. But soon after leaving her, I was worse than ever. It occurs to me that there could be something medically wrong with me (hence the multiple days of sickness) and I should maybe get checked. But I ask you, if a night spent outdoors fishing, eating things off sharpened sticks, and losing sleep doesn't heal me then what possibly could?!

SONG OF THE DAY: "The Weekend"- Rookie of the Year
Lyrics: "The places that you go at night are secrets in the back of your mind..."