Where in the world is....

Whatever happened to my dream child friend?

And Esther! Where'd she go?

Ach, I'm losing people again.

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I got a kick out of this. It's hours worth of entertainment.

The Snow Globe

Jesus


I've been focusing on myself too much lately, so I supposed that I'd write about somebody else.

Where to start... he's patient. Very patient. With me, especially :). He forgives the junk I do even when I can't forgive myself. Even when I do dumb stuff, like... leave rude comments on other people's journals.

Wait, too much about me. He's... awsome. Everyone thinks he's some lame weird guy. We all have these weird presuppositions (bonus word) about who he is. What counts is actually knowing him. I think that most of the time, when we see someone we really admire, or admire some quality about about them, we love it because it reminds us about him. Like when we see bravery and courage and determination and just plain coolness (like cool coolness... ah, I'll give my definitions for it later)...

We've lost sight of those qualities. I think 'the Lord of the Rings' displays them well, though.

ANYWAY... Yeah. I'm too distracted. More later.

War Paint and Past Stuff and No One Caring
So... boring...

I shouldn't complain.

Still, in starving third world countries, at least there's an element of suspense over your survival. Here we get fed plastic all day and we'll live forever. Or 80 years. "The young perish, and the old linger."

No action. I just sit here all day, doing nothing. Or this.

That's why this summer I'm expecting to spend all my free time climbing around in trees wearing nothing but pants and war paint and threaten our Rouge River Trail users with wooden sword, seemingly gaurding some treasure that doesn't actually exist.

Or sit right where I am and make pointless blog entries.


On the seriouser side...

It's been one of those days where my brain just pulls up all the dumb, idiodic stuff I did in the past. Some of it makes me cringe, some makes me angry at myself, some of it makes me want to cry.

I think about myself too much.

I'm too self-critical.

Read more..

Our House and Sen.

This is wierd. "Expressing the sense of Congress regarding the primary author and the official home of 'Yankee Doodle'"? "Recognizing the importance of blues music"? "To designate the facility of the United States Postal Service located at 1502 East Kiest Boulevard in Dallas, Texas, as the "Dr. Caesar A.W. Clark, Sr. Post Office Building"? Nice to know our government is giving us our money's worth. :)

I wonder what they do in there. Why do they need pay raises? Are all the branches of government utilizing the system of checks and blances correctly? I know the legislative branch was meant to do all the talking, but it seems like they could be talking about better things.

Granted, I just picked out the weird ones, and there are a few good ones in there... but there are still homeless people here, there's still elderly people who can't afford their doctor's medicines, and there are millions of people outside our country who are in trouble with hunger and oppression. Who's supposed to help them? The government? Or maybe the common people? It seems like it should be both, and neither are cooperating...

Oh well. I'll try to do my part, I guess.

Proto's back!

Yes! He used to be my favorite for a while, but then he dropped out of existance, and I gave up.

the coolness


I had my Christmas collage concert today. We were great, I guess. I'm trying to be more positive about my accomplishments.

Oh yeah, they captured Saddam Insane if you didn't hear. Joy upon joyous joy.

I called two people the 'a' word today, and I didn't mean it in the Old English sense. :( I feel awful about it. "And now you must rid yourselves of things such as these: anger, rage, malace, slander, and filthy language from your lips. (Collosians something:or:other). Yeah. I need to get my anger under control.

Such Beauty


Kelly and I met and made some progress on our band. Sortof. It would've been better if there'd've been more people there.

We decided to write a song about an ice queen who wants it to be Christmas every day. So, she doesn't let her subjects eat unless they bring her a present every day, and with every present she gets, she wants more and is never satisfied.


I can't exactly say what I've been feeling lately. It's a longing for something that will never be totally fufilled in my life.

I've been ignoring God lately- I feel awful about it. Why don't I stop that right now.

Brett's back from getting his wisdom teeth yanked. He called me and Kelly up and talked, so I guess he's feeling okay. Thanks to God for answering my prayers about that.

Remember to pray all the time. Especially right now about Jackie's grandma.

I think I'll take a leaf outta Rachel's book and say I love y'all.

WHY DO I HAVE TO BE STUCK BEHIND THESE PRISON WALLS DOING POINTLESS STUFF LIKE HOMEWORK????!!!!

I'M A WARRIOR!!! MY BLOOD DOES NOT REST FOR THIS!!!!

Home Room


Yeah, I'm in homeroom right now. Fun stuff.

Well, that's about it.

Exciting, huh?

Syndromas y dolares


I found the weirdest internet radio station. It's from London. I'm getting London news in Spanish. I don't know the link, sorry. But it's so cool.

They're translating clips from speechs from President Bush and others into English. A little annoying.

It's called BBC Spanish. Hm.

Finally



done.

Man, I'll tell ya, I'm stupid.

It's a pretty good character analysis, though.

Eisley has their music on their site, if you'd like to hear it.

Hope God Squad was as cool as it always is.

And there you have it.

The Oracle Advises...

Smelling the air

Ask the Oracle a Question

Not coming
Ahh, Eisley- it's like listening in on heaven through the wall of reality. They're definitely going on my top ten list.

Sorry, I can't come to God Squad tonight. I've got way too much homework. I really wanted to come, too, and hear that guy talk. :(

Oh, well. I suppose I'm getting what I deserve for putting it off.

@ Los abuelos


My and my parents tried to go to Maggie's Kitchen for breakfast, but it was closed. Instead we went to Big Boy's. I had the best pancakes I've ever had.

Then I went to Family Christian Bookstores while my parent went to that store with the phones taped to the wall. They had these L337 deals on demo discs from these really obscure bands for only $4.95, but... the lady's cash register crashed and my parents dragged me away from there before it 'finished downloading' or something. On the way out I saw a rack with HM Magazine on it. Weird, I thought no one around here carried it. But I've got a subscription.

Later Rachel and KT came over, and we had fun with the needle magnet thing. I forced them to read some of my manuscripts and got Rachel hooked on the Flaming Lips.

Then I went to my Grandparent's for my cousins Jason and Sammy's birthday party. I had a great time. Jason got a muzzleloader that's almost exactly the same as mine. Sammy got a Strawberry Shortcake doll set, which I think is the only doll girls these days should be allowed to have. Barbie and the Bratz are a bit on the slutty side.

Then me, Jason, Audra and my sister played a game of Uno. We added two decks and didn't shuffle them. It took forever. We all had about twenty cards at a time because we played the 'take cards until you get one you can play' rule. Then we changed the rules a bit and I won.

As I was leaving, I was looking up at the stars and at the bushes with lights all over em and I thought, wow, God is amazing. He's given me a great family, all this stuff, fun times... even when I am the way I am, so discusting. And I stood expecting this big wave of guilt to pour over me, and the sudden, overpowering realization of how unworthy I was... but it didn't come. I was just happy, and I knew I was unworthy, but still I realized how much God loved me and that He'd forgiven everything I've done... I guess He just wanted me to enjoy that moment.

Maybe I'm just a little hard on myself. Yeah, I'm a failure, but God loves me anyway.

Spanish Soap Operas


I just watched part of one. They're interesting. What I'm interested in the most though is the language. I noticed that Mexican Spanish has a lot of hard consonants, which is why I can't understand it that well. English is very soft. So is Spanish Spanish.

Yesterday was a little boring. I did homework and read through HM magazine a little. Then I got online and wasted an hour, then worked out, then took a shower and got in bed.

Today in my English class it was our turn to empty the recycling tubs. It was fun because my group got to use the elevator. Then we got the shredded parking tickets from the security office and had a fight with them while waiting for the elevator to get to the first floor. Good times.

You guys should check out this editorial by Cal Thomas in the GR Press today. It's on the second to last page of the first section and it's about the commercialization of Christmas. I couldn't have put it into better words.