I want to be a spy.

Well, I'm a blogger now. I was thinking, yesterday, as I walked around the Kingfisher Trail. Just thinking. I had just ran a mile, and as I am unable to think whilst running, I have to wait until I walk. After I thought about stuff for a while, I thought about blogging and why people blog their thoughts. THEN I began to think of my thoughts, and what I thought I was doing, blogging them. Here are a few of the thoughts that I had yesterday:
- You know what? I don't like Chili's and everybody else does.
- I really do think that purple is my favorite color. I wonder why.
- Tanning has to be addicting.
- Why am I outside right now?
- My knee kinda hurts.
- I wish my dog was with me.
That's just a few of them. Here are some thoughts that are reoccurring for several years in my head:
- I want to be a spy so bad.
- I would be an awesome spy.
- I hope that when I'm a spy, I can all of a sudden know about 30 languages and be a bad A fighter.
- There are so many people I don't like that don't know I don't like them. That's a sign of a good spy, I think.

I don't really understand why I'm into that spy thing, but all of this to say, that my everyday thoughts aren't beautiful. They are weird, and they weird me out, and as this is the pattern, it is a real exciting time when God intervenes into my ugly, preposterous thought life and enlightens or convicts or is simply there. He is beautiful, and what thoughts He gives me I would like to share to encourage any and gain advice and what have you. Anyways, I will never be a spy, so thinking upon Him is probably a much better use of my time.