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2003 7 October :: 3.58 pm
:: Music: Redhands by........... Ballydowse!!!
Man, these letters to the editor in the paper are driving me crazy!!! About twenty people have written in saying basically this: True Christians are tolerant of other's religions (I agree) and therefore realize that their own relgion's arn't the only way to God (definetly don't agree). Then they're all badmouthing people like me who believe Jesus is the only way to heaven, calling us bigots and ignorant. I always used to read the letters because they gave me an interesting perspective on other's views about topics, but now I'm being bashed every time. I hope you guys can see the oxymoron- they're calling me a bigot and ignorant and hate-fulled because I'm 'not being tolerant and respectful' of other's beliefs? But it's my BELEIFS that they're trashing... ah, I'll drop it. Jesus said 'I'm the way, the truth and the life- no one comes to the Father except through me.'
Which means that contrary to what they're suggesting, you can't reach God through Islam or Hinduism or Buddism, no matter how rightiously you've lived, because everyone has been corrupted by evil because of our own individual sinful descisions, and the only way to attone for them is through the blood of Jesus Christ.
*I know you guys know this already, I'm just needing to get this all out, I've been bottling it up for DAYS now, and my mom won't let me write a letter.*
And I'm not being intolerent and hate filled. I've got a lot of friends whose beliefs are different than mine, and I've never let it get in the way of our friendship- but anyway, you all know that.
I'm going to drop this for now, I've gotten most of what I want to say out- this isn't to you guys, it's basically what I would write... ugh I'm so mad.
Anyway, yeah... good day at school, I learned the salsa... researched old US sanctions on Iraq in English, horrible stuff...
Am I getting worse, or am I only beginning to realize how bad I've become?
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2003 6 October :: 9.35 pm
It's just the little, everyday things that are changing me- you think it'd be big things like if you decided to physically murder someone or steal a lot of money. But it's the tiny things- the way I spend my time, where choose to rest my eyes, my first thoughts when I see a person... and I know I'm not making the right desiscions... like now I'm supposed to be spending time with God. I'll write more later.
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2003 6 October :: 5.01 pm
Something's wrong...
It's like I'm being pulled between good and bad, and right now I'm headed to bad.
I don't want to go
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2003 5 October :: 7.36 pm
Unnoticed -- Plumb
Did you ever hear of Carrie
Mother of six
Angel to a thousand
You may have never seen her
But her actions spoke much louder
She changed this place
She changed this place
Did you ever meet a man named Joe
Father to eight
Giver to plenty more
He'd give you his very last dollar
When what he needed cost two
He changed this place
Without you knowing his face
We're so selfish
Self seeking
We're so desperate to be number one
So unworthy
Of what's given
What are we doing here
Have you ever played the martyr
Only for the reason of a prize
Can we ever give up trying
To be something in another's eyes
And change this place
We can change this place
We're so selfish
Self seeking
We're so desperate to be number one
So unworthy
Of what's given
What are we doing here
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2003 5 October :: 5.06 pm
:: Music: Misfortune's Apprentice -- Joy Electric
My week without internet went pretty good, I got things accomplished. I wrote a story but it's crap so I'll throw it to Fiction Press in a while.
I got my Joy Electric CD! They're the best techno group in the world.
I've calmed down a lot, too.
I had a band competition yesterday, we got second to Portage. I thought their show was a little cheap. It was showy and stuff, and it masked the fundimentals like marching and pulse. There were all these distracting props and flags and plus they wore all black so it looked like everyone was together and in step. Or maybe they did really good and I'm just envyous.
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2003 29 September :: 4.37 pm
Yeah, I guess I shouldn't care what other people think.
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2003 28 September :: 10.46 pm
The Coming Night
Anabret
Down on the road following a lifeline
We gather round for the coming night
He turns his head to watch the starlight
Fingerless hands reaching from his eyes
He won’t reach me on this side
Fly down the line
Fly down the line
His brightest aims hover outside
His memory a heavy weight
I cannot breach the empty silence
So he looks at me with a helpless smile
He won’t reach me on this side
Fly down the line
Fly down the line
The walls surrounding us are tightening
Like the plastic shell that’s covering his mouth
A chance to be right
Once more before the light dies down
Once more before he dies
Words can’t replace a lifetime
Fear has replaced the burning anger
Reflecting in the whites of his eyes
We feel his presence slowly dimming
We gather round for the coming night
He won’t reach me on this side
Fly down the line
Fly down the line
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2003 28 September :: 10.36 pm
Hi. Um... a public appology to Rachel, I'm really sorry. I've just been pissed off lately...
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2003 28 September :: 9.40 pm
Hi! I just got back from my grandparent's, I went hunting because it's youth hunting day :). I broke out my muzzleloader and camo and sat in the middle of a soybean feild for a while. Those taste nasty, especially the ones that arn't quite green and arn't quite dry yet. I tried to read Milton's Paradise Lost and was into it for a while but I decided watching for deer would be more fun, so I did. I didn't see any, though. I saw a hawk, it was cool it came within ten feet of me. It kept swooping down at something but didn't get it and moved on. My sister and cousin and uncle went too, they didn't see anything either. It was kindof cold, lazy bugs kept crawling on me to get warm.
When I got back I realized how much my little cousins have grown up. It was kindof sad but I was proud of them. Oh well, I've still got little Sammy, she's only four still.
I went through major mood swings today. Guys shouldn't have to have that happen to them. Right now I'm mellow and hoping I'll stay that way for a while. Although I realised that the stuff I do when I'm mellow affects my reaction when I'm really angry or pity-partying.
Church was great today. I made a friend and we've got this secret underground corperation theme going, we're going to get cards to scan in every morning and we get cool CDs- oh Brett I've got yours from the tent meeting, no wonder you didn't see it (you're doing you're notebook assingments right?). And today we just spent the whole Sunday school hour spending time with God in silence, it was cool. And for big service we had a cool guy remind us stearnly to share our faith with others and not to worry about converting anyone, our job's just to tell what happened.
Y'all have a good night.
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2003 28 September :: 7.33 am
:: Music: The Coming Night -- Anabret
I went to Otsego yesterday for a band competition, as you may recall.
We stole the show.
We won 1st place in class AA marching, best music, best marching, best percussion, best colorguard, best drum majors, best drum majors overall, and the Grand Champion of the whole competition. So yeah, we won everything we could've. Rockford rocks.
And all of it would have been great if I didn't get stuck next to a certain Kim on the bus who recounted everything (and I mean EVERTHING) about what sex with her boyvriend is like. The sad thing is that she's only fifteen. Beleive me, I tried and tried and tried not to listen, but she was right next to me and she's not the quietest person. And then that fag Mark squealed like a squirell whenever she described parts of his physique. It ruined the whole thing. In fact, it's ruined my whole life. It didn't help that i was a little depressed, I found myself wishing for a gun to end it all. Needless to say I moved as soon as I got the chance. We stopped at knot of fast food resturaunts, I went to Long John Silver's by myself because it had the shortest line. Then I got back on the bus and switched seats and sat next to my friend David, he's cool even though he's only a freshman.
Then we won, Mr. Phillips almost cried, we all yelled and cheered our lungs out, and got back on the bus. We got some huge trouphies. Then David got out the glowsticks and we played with them a while, and get back to school and went home.
So yeah, it looks pretty fun as long as I don't focus on the bad stuff.
Maybe I need to learn how to tell people to just callete.
This song's pretty cool, you can get it at www.anabret.com. It's about watching your brother dying. No wonder I was so depressed.
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2003 27 September :: 10.58 am
Boycott Fox
I hate that channel. Don't watch it ever again. Unless for some reason you like devaluing sex and crappy reality shows.
I can't believe they cancelled John Doe! That was the only TV show I could ever stand! It was the only good show they ever had, too. It's not just that, it's all their shows. They're total crap.
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2003 26 September :: 10.53 pm
Man, I think they canceled John Doe. :( Fox is stupid.
I gotta go to somewhere for a band competition. oh it's Otsego or somethin. I'm tired. g'night, God bless.
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2003 26 September :: 9.56 pm
I'm kindof in a bad mood right now, for many reasons. But this cheered me up. It's a poem by Julia A. Moore, an author who grew up in Rockford (in the Plainfeild area), and later moved to Algoma. She wrote poetry for funerals, like this one, and some other poems and eventually published a book. Everyone critized her work because, well, it's awfully written. But she kept pressing on, and insisted that poetry comes from the heart, not the head. Mark Twain himself said she was his favorite poet, and he modeled the characture Emmiline Grangerford in Huck Finn, if you ever read it.
Little Henry
by Julia A. Moore
Oh! come listen to my story
Of a little infant child --
His spirit is in glory --
It has left us for a while.
Death has robbed us of our Henry,
He is with our Savior now,
Where there is no pain or sorrow
Comes to cloud his little brow.
God has took their little treasure,
And his name I'll tell you now,
He has gone from earth forever,
Their little Charles Henry House.
His cheeks were red as roses,
And his eyes were black as coals,
His little lips were red as rubies,
And his little hair it curled.
Oh, they called him little Charley,
He was full of joyful mirth --
Now his little form is lying
'Neath the cold and silent earth.
It was the eleventh of December,
On a cold and windy day,
Just at the close of evening,
When the sunlight fades away;
Little Henry he was dying,
In his little crib he lay,
With soft winds round him sighing
From the morn till close of day.
Parents, brothers, sisters weeping,
For their cup of sorrow's full,
And his little playthings keeping,
That he thought so beautiful --
Tears from parents' eyes were starting
For their little loving one.
Oh! how painful was the parting
From their little infant son.
Oh! how often have they kissed him,
And caressed his little brow --
To his little voice have listened,
But his place is vacant now.
They called him little Charley,
And his loving name they called,
But they could not keep their darling
From the loving Savior's call.
But they must now cease their mourning,
His little soul is at rest,
Where there can no storms of trouble
Roll across his peaceful breast.
Now his little form is sleeping
In the cold and silent tomb,
And his friends are left a weeping,
In his dear and loving home.
It was the eleventh of December,
Eighteen seventy was the year,
Kind friends will all remember --
Silently let fall a tear.
But we must not trouble borrow,
For the God of heaven is just;
No one knows a parent's sorrow,
Till a child some friend have lost.
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2003 25 September :: 9.14 pm
What am I going to do with my life? I'm so sick of being self-centered and not accomplishing anything. All I ever do is waste time. I could accomplish something is I practiced but i'd rather be lazy.
I'm lazy. I'm sick of it.
Only God can change a heart.
I just got the Tick Tock Treasury CD by Joy Electric ordered, I can't wait to get it. The form said 'usually delivers within 24 hours'. I hope they're telling the truth.
I'm giving my radio station a complete overhaul. I banned every single song ever written by Korn, Slipknot, Eminem and Elton John. That took a while. I'm looking for good hard rock groups to add to my station- I found Disciple, they're pretty good. I need something to balance all the pop songs that have taken it over.
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2003 25 September :: 6.03 am
Well, I think I've got my problem with using tooo much computer time- use the computer in the morning! I'm pretty sleepy, though- actually maybe it would help me to wake up more.
My essay on courage turned out bad. It was three pages long, and anything above two pages means I've gone off on a tangent somewhere.
I'll be preforming for the football game friday, I wish you guys would come... and I've got a competition saturday at Otsego. (for marching).
Yeah, I'm pretty tired. But I think this will work out better.
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