yep. mhmm.

So I have gotten to the point where my evaluations of my life and my surroundings have changed. I have changed. And so I read through all of my old journal entries that are full of ideas and thoughts that seem so foreign to me, obsure yet narrow minded views on practically every aspect of my life. Long prose entries detailing certain events and ideas that were really only made interesting with words. I think that maybe I have moved on. I worry that maybe everything is changing, again. That maybe this life I have made in this town a million miles from home is really changing me and how I see the world. I suppose it is. And really, I think it is a good thing.

There is this guy that preaches at pioneer square downtown on weekends. He screams stories from the bible to a group who, for the most part, don't really think he should be there. He yells at the top of his lungs for everyone to repent, or they shall burn. The people who hang out at pioneer square at night on weekends are pretty predictable, misfits mostly. Leatherclad punks, thrift store advocating indie kids, artsy kids with bohemian haircuts, the minority is the normal (what?) people. Anyways, the last time I was there this guy really had this preacher on his shitlist. He screamed in his face as he tried to preach. Telling him to fuck off and go away, stuff like that.

But the preacher didn't stop. He did not even seem to notice this guy who was screaming in his face at point blank range. He just kept preaching.