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I am writing an essay on why cars are alive.

Please submit your objections. They would be useful and greatly appreciated.

Riot Gear Comics

You guys wouldn't believe the coolness. Please support them.

I'll be off Woohu for a few days. See ya around.

Well... not much is going on.

:P I've been slacking with prayer lately. God's really awesome and He helps me a ton and then I go and ignore Him. It sucks.

It's like I wrote in that essay this morning. We need to take the initiative to get things done, otherwise what we've been given just rots.

I'd hate to be that kid whose essay just got passed all around Michigan and had a million other kids write about how much it sucks. I hope that some adult made it up or that kid got some sort of royalty for letting them do that. I've been used as a 'bad example' lots of times and it's no fun. You get over it, though, and in the meantime you get built up for facing the criticism.


I think everyone needs to keep this verse in mind. I know I have to all the time.
Matthew 18:15-17

And... Happy b-day, Jackie!

What's a quartile? Does anyone really know?
I heard it had something to do with a quater of a group of statistics or something. They teach you about it in statistics class. Why our state government thinks we all take statistics courses is beyound me.

It snowed today. odd. There must've been a 40 degree jump from 36 degrees to seventy something.

Jackie I had one and a half of your rice balls, they were good. Except the seaweed tasted like spinach. I ate it all though. MMMmmm.

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oooooooo! free stuff!......

I'm back from Toronto. It's a weird city- all spread out over the place, little clumps of big buildings here and there, with grassy embankments everywhere. It was like a difussed Chicago.

Some stuff I did...

We went to Medieval Times Restaurant. That was the coolest restaurant I've ever been to. There was live jousting and contests and a story to go with it... each section of the statium-restaurant had a knight, mine was the blue knight, there were six in all. It was so cool!

Naigara Falls was cool, but a little boring. There's tunnels under em that I went through... it wasn't as exciting as I'd hoped. It was nice to just lean over the cliff railing and watch them.

The CN Tower was cool, I jumped around on the glss floor. Only a bit of the glass floor was open, so there was a huge crowd. I met this Canadian guy there who was about my same age, he was excited because he'd never really met an American before.


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I gotta go, write more later. I've just been informed that some old lady's been walking around my moral fields with a bag.

SHE SHALL NOT PREVAIL!!!!! THEM'S MY SHROOMS!!!!

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6:41 PM

Hmm, no mushrooms are up yet. false alarm. Still, it'd be nice to have some omnius signs to post up around the neighborhood to ward off prospectors.

Anyway.... Toronto. It was cool. We Got first place in clas A, AA, and AAA, plus best band overall. We must have ridden on the bus for 50 hours.

We saw Hairspray, a broadway play. It was cool and really funny, although sometimes the jokes went over the edge or got old. It was about this girl who wanted to be on a local American-Bandstand-esque show, and once she does tries to get the managment to integrate the black kids onto the show.

We went to Planet Hollywood, that was okay... good food, lots to look at. We also went to the Hard Rock Cafe, that was sweet, it was like Planet Hollywood but way better because it was about musicians. Both served suspiciously similar hamburgers and I wonder if they're run by the same company. We had all of our breakfast at Town and Country restaurants. I didn't like them too much. Thay're 'urban trying to be quaintly country' and it wasn't working too well.

I also went to a haunted house, which I told y'all about already. Afterwards we went to an arcade where I played DDR a bit.

We went to Woodbine Mall, which wa actually part of a racino complex. They left us there for three hours and by the end me and my buds were so sick of the place that we decided to weird out all the yuppies there by doing strange stuff. We all got on the escalaters and rode them over and over by sitting on them. This one lady by the look she was giving us you would've thought we'd been streaking thought the mall. :D That was after the arcade where I got all sweaty by playing DDR for half an hour straight.

You'd be surprised by all the diversity in Canada. There must've been thousand of Japanise tourists there... all talking japanise and waving their digital recorders around. This one guy, I don't think he ever even looked straight at Niagara, he was running around looking through his digital camera the whole time. :D The school we went to was perfectly balanced- a third white, a third black, and a third asian. I guess that's just strange to me, living in Rockford, the brainchild of the Great White Flight. :P

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At home things are exciting. I'm going to be job shadowing a family friend at Radio Bible Class who's an editor there. God's blasting all sorts of tunnels for me to crawl through now, with college and careers coming up.

My isssue of HM Magazine came today, it had a sample CD in it! And there were interviews with Eisley, Pedro the Lion and Joy Electric in there, it's the best issue ever (of the four I've gotten so far). I'm getting kindof dissilusioned by Pedro now, I think he's gone off the deep end.

So there's your extra long edition of the Kyle Hourly, hope you enjoyed every paragraph and messpeled werd.

I'm leaving tomorrow for Toronto. I'll see you all Monday!

The Channel
By: Ballydowse

How many mornings lay against their evenings
With nothing worth remembering in between
The last dune rises in the lower glass
One pull would snap these bracelets clean
Walk me to the edge of no returning
Let the hands lead the tongue into unlearning
The likes of which my eyes have never seen

The gates of the Bastille hang from their hinges
No more waiting for the living to begin
Lather me from head to toe in sheep fat
For the cold dark channel I shall swim

What do you offer that we really need
What do you starve- what do you feed?
Artless forms untouched by craft
No potter's breath just industrial craft
Technicians fill our empty feeders
With bits of business from producing theatres
We're consumed and all the junk remains

The gates of the Bastille hang from their hinges
Cut the cords of possessions from my neck
Toss your scepter in mud, Otto of Brunswick
Naked we will walk from this wreck

The chains of shallow solutions
Protect arrogance from the persecutions
Without which Faith will surely die
Look full in the eyes that suffer
The fighter is the only lover
One pull would snap these bracelets clean

The gates of the Bastille hang from their hinges
Run out beyond their swaying pipes so strong
We sleep not with crusaders or cynics
We'll wake tomorrow in the rain where we belong

I kindof messed up last night with what I said; I turned it into something about myself, but what I was trying to say was that I respect you guys so much for what you've been through, and of course for who you are.

Hebrews 12:5-7
And you have forgotten that word of encouragement that addresses you as sons: "My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline, and do not lose heart when he rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, and he punishes everyone he accepts as a son." Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father?

enter Kyle, beating head on wall.

Kyle:

Okay... so I've had a great life. Barely anything's gone wrong. No diseases. No divorces. Great praents. Frustrating but lovable little sister. No deaths. No poverty. No pain. Lots of friends. No huge mistakes (drugs, sex, etc.). Minimal stress.

...

I feel stupid. Unworthy of those around me. All of you have had to deal with crap, and have grown stronger for it... I've just been sitting on life's sidelines. I complain all the time. I'm self-centered. I think all of my little problems are so huge.

I'm sorry. Maybe that's why I'm quiet and crap, is because I can't relate to anyone. I live in Double Happy Super Fairy Dreamland.

Something's wrong with me, obviously.

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[step one:] unlock yourself from the computer.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 36.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions

"Uncle! How did you find us?" Seltan stared, shocked that after our long walk anyone would have tracked us to that distant place.

I've had a lot of fun lately. I've spent time with almost all of you guys for the past four days. Thanks, I was feeling really alone.

Guess what day tomorrow is. I don't want to say much about it. :P I can't beleive it was that long ago.

Toronto, mon amour.

It's a nice day so I'll be lurking around downtown. If anyone wants to meet me down there, that'd be gr8.

I miss Esther. She hasn't updated since Christmas.

Man in the Womb
by Zao

This man sits staring,
Left lost in hand.
You want a real solution.
Well, we're doing the worst we can.
Bodies make the scariest sounds.
As Johnny sings, he sings the blues,
So come on and spread your gospel.
You've got change on your mind,
So get down on me, get down on me.

And then some backwords stuff I can't understand, and then something that sounds like a plunger. I heard this song in a dream once. I love industrial rock.

We had our Mass Band Concert, it was actually pretty cool, it was fun bossing little middle schoolers around. :) I was nice to them.

Not much else, except...

"I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions. Anything you want. Then go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything."

I'm just posting.

I have to write a rhetorical essay but I can't think of what to rhetoric about.

Maybe I'll write about how I'm the only hard rocker in all of Michigan, if not the northeast.




I come from the same state as Madonna and Eminem. Help me.