So I have officially started the rock band that I have been wanting to for the past two weeks.  We don't have a name yet, and the only two members that have practiced together are Spencer (drummer) and I (vox and guitar).  We don't really have a complete setup, but I've talked to a phenomenal guitarist and an excellent keyboardist/pianist and I think they might be on board.  It should be good.  It will be very nice to have a creative gathering of people.  I can't wait to see what comes out of this. 

I do not know Jesus as I ought.  I think I used to know someone who looked a little bit like Him, but I'm coming to find out that he was more of a figment of my own selfish imagination than the real Christ. 

I know it's a day late, but:

It's New Years Eve and I feel my insecurities,
are haunting me like ghosts, this sinking quicksand.
And then with thunderous praise and lofty adoration,
a second passes by, yet nothing changes.
I hate my skin, this grave I'm standing in.
Another change of years, and I wish I wasn't here.

Good old Five Iron Frenzy.