I am about to scream!


i feel like merde

Hi. I want to say so much…however, the night is furiously turning old.

I am very tired, weary, jaded. As you like it. Being my friend this week involves maddening prayer for me. I need it; Jesus is the only one capable. To everyone that reads this, be you have xanga or not, I really would like to have a one-on-one conversation with you. Presently, I am terrified of so many things…

Do you know how it blessed me that so many people asked about Spring Concert? In the past, no one has known. Thank you.


Hi world. Je m’appelle Morgan.

When I know that people hear me; I am happy. When I know that I don’t talk to walls, to silence, to deaf ears, to people that do nothing; when I realize that my words are making a difference…I have joy. Joy.

I am up over myself in everything in the next 10 days. really. Not to mention the Season Finale of LOST. Oh the simple pleasures of a TV show.

Pray for me. God hears you. Pray that I will read my Bible not only to finish my Bible Summaries in Awana, but so that he will give me his direction, will and strength. Pray that I can make some responsible and God honoring decisions this summer. Pray that he will make me an instrument of his peace. For it is only in dying to ourselves that we will truly live. It goes back to wanting the cross.

As a side note, the stuff in the above italics is from the prayer of St. Francis. I memorized it in Spanish and it epitomizes our Christian walk. Lord work in my life, make me, change me, help me, guide me. The prayer implores God to change us.

Awana All-Nighter, heads up world its in less than 20 days!

i love everyone who reads this, God bless you all.


all about death

confession: i’ve been out of it lately. and lately, its been all about death. all about death.

LOST: Michael betrays the gang and shoots Ana Lucia (b**** though she maybe) and Hurley’s girl Libby. Yes, its only a TV show, I was not prepared. It kind of shocked me and I’m a little shaken up still.

Wikipedia/Live Journal: As I was supposed to be studying last night I explored my new fascination with Wikipedia. I read everything there is to know about MySpace.com, the history of Xanga, (pretty silly section on how people pronounce Xanga,) and then LiveJournal. Wow. so they have all these links on here to notorious and signifacnt people that use LiveJournal. So yeah, they had a couple from murderers and one from a girl, that was murdered. It was TERRIBLE. EERIE.
It was as if I knew something that she didn’t. It wasn’t that deep, it didn’t mention anything like that. But I had something over her, I knew the end and she didn’t until it happened. It made me sick with humanity. it was AWFUL.

Have you ever thought about the last seconds of someone’s life just before they die? Where they’re at the mercy of everyone else, begging for their life, pleading with their captor, being brutilessly attacked, raped, tortured, and FOR WHAT? people are worth so much more than that.

Alias: Thanks Alias for letting me turn on the TV just as the other  Sydney slit some girls throat. Wow. I’ve had enough for violence for the week.

Dinner table: My mom tells me that some friend of her friend went downstairs one night to take a shower and was found later strangled there.

Yes this post is morbid. I’m sorry. I bruise easily.

Lord be with us all, some one will die in a dark alley tonight, all-alone and the killer will disappear. why?