well it's about time.

Sorry that I haven't posted in awhile. I've been busy.
Now I'm not though. So I'm posting.

1. I saw napoleon dynamite before it was a fad. I saw it when no one knew what it was. I did think it was funny, but now that everybody in the whole world seems to quote it, it's not as funny.
2. Listen to Sigur Ros. Sweet stuff.
3. I want to make a documentary about Big Foot.
4. I'm going to post a longer post later because I really need to eat right now.

I didn't get time to post last night.
Now I have to leave for work in ten minutes.
It's too bad there isn't more time in a day.
haha.

A Boy Named Sue.

hahaha.

what a great song.

If I could post more I would.

I would like to post more. But right now I'm working way too much.


Tired. Later tomorrownight I'll post a good one.

Merry Christmas from the North.

It is unbelievably warm up here in Canada for this time of year.
It's supposed to get up to 58 today.
Last night I wanted to go for a walk.
I didn't because it was raining really hard.]


Merry Christmas.

time for a new post.

I was going to do a post about Christmas, but I'm not going to because everyone else is.

Of teeth and big wrenches.

I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow morning. should be loads of fun. Then again I'll be asleep. but when I wake up it will be even more fun. And there will be lots of blood and and big craters in the back of my mouth.

I just hope that I won't be in pain all weekend, because next week I'm working twelve hour days from monday to saturday, and I probably won't have any rest at all.

But whatever the case, I'm certainly very grateful to just be able to chill out at home for a couple of days with all the fam.

But now I must turn my attention to more important matters as the Canucks are going to beat the Oilers.

yes.

Mint Madly

Mint Madly is really a complex fellow. He grew up in the classic rock era, but had something entirely futuristic about him. He played bass guitar, first in a heavy metal band when he was sixteen, but later switched to softer rock because he wanted to play solos with his bass like an electric guitar, and between the drummer (who was deaf from hitting the symbols so hard and broke from having to replace all the dented ones) and the lead guitar player (who was deaf from having his amp-which went up to eleven instead of just ten-turned all the way up, and broke because he had to get a new one every couple of weeks), he decided metal was not the place for him. But soft rock was really no better, and after attempting country, punk, latin, and swedish pop, he decided to make a solo album with classical bass guitar, then three bonus tracks with a distinct flavour of the seventies rock scene in them. This was the breakthrough. It was so different. No one ever thought off playing a classical bass solo before, not to mention mixing it with rock. Mint went huge, his first record- Mint Madly and the Metamorphosing Monarchs went platinum (and yes, he definitely had a thing for alliteration) within it's first week of being released.

Suddenly Mint was a star, and he lived like one. He bought a new car every few months, had houses in several different countries, and got his hair permed every three days (just to make sure it was still looking Madly Mintish-which was mint's version of saying something looked cool). Unfortunately Mint had a rare chemical disorder which he acquired from is youngling days as a redneck in the Florida swamps. He loved steak. In fact he loved steak so much that it got to the point of it being detrimental to his health. With lot's of money come lot's of steak, and mint couldn't get enough. He had steak at least twice a day, and sometimes even for breakfast. His health quickly slid into slump that was beyond either his money or his incredible bass playing talents to fix, and he died at the young age of 43.

His dying wish was that his logo (a mint leaf) would be put on Tic Tac mint containers, and that on his tombstone there would be an engraving that would say " Mint Madly and the Metamorphosing Monarchs was of a madly mintish make, and LONG LIVE STEAK!!!!!!!!!!"


Mint Madly is a fictional character concocted by the brains of Doug Gough, Josh Sczebel, and I.


LONG LIVE STEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

................

There will be a full post on Mint Madly, the disgruntled, retro-modern bass guitarsist tonight when I get home.

haha. this should be good.

Stuck up a tree.

Not really because I have to go to work in a few moments, then I'll be stuck on a power jack.

oh well. As long as there's a big sugary coke waiting for me at the vending machine I'll be fine.

wow I'm really tired. that's not the best way to go to work. it's bad enough coming home like that.


out.

want to post, need to sleep.

tomorrow's comin' faster than i would prefer.

Forget it.

Tonight was really good. Got to just sit and watch the concert rather than filming it, then got to go out and eat food (ahh thank goodness for food-I was really hungry), and create the official response to ranch dressing- Bungalow. A mix of sour cream, lemon juices, and honey. I didn't taste it because I don't like ranch or sour cream, but it was me who suggested that some sweetener be used. Now I have very little time to sleep before I have to get up tomorning, have a guitar lesson, help my cousins move, head downtown to do something (I can't officially recall what...), and somehow manage to also do some christmas shopping. Soooooooooo......

It's time for sleep.

Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth,
You who sang creations story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth.

out.

Well, well...

Just went and saw King Kong. It was incredible. Some pretty freakishly large bugs and bats and creepy people in it though. yeah. If you were at all creeped out by the spider in Return of the King, this was a lot worse. And I really don't mind bugs. wow though. It was still really good. Kind of reminded me of Jurassic Park....not sure why. hahaha. But it was a lot better.

Now it's quarter after one, and I have WAY too much going on today. Here's the plan for the day, remembering that my plans are futile, and only His plan always works out the way it's supposed to....

1. Sleep for hopefully a few hours.
2. Wake up.
3. Be at work by 10:00AM ( I'm usually there at 1:00, but I need to get off early today so I'm starting early.)
4. Get off work at 6:00PM.
5. Get to Crossway Community Church's annual christmas concert by 8:00PM.
6. Film the concert.
7. Hopefully eat something. (haha)
8. Go home and sleep more.

then saturday....

1. Wake up.
2. Guitar lesson at 9:00AM.
3. (hopefully) chill out for the rest of the day.

then sunday....

1. Wake up.
2. At church from 7:30-1:00.
3. Work (yes I have to work on this one sunday. I'm really not looking forward to losing part of my weekend.) from 2:00-10:00PM.
4. Sleep.

then the rest of the week...(haha this is getting boring and I'm not even reading it.)

1. Sleep.
2. Work.

and so on.

But I'm off on wednesday to get some orthodontical ( I think that's not a word) surgery in my mouth. not fun. Actually....Anything can be great fun if you just have the right attitude!!!!!!!!!! (please imagine a very fake looking smile plastered across my face here.) No. I don't really think it'll be fun but I shouldn't whine.

Then I also get thursday....wait. No, I actually get my teeth out on thursday. I guess wednesday is just work. but I get friday off too. Then of course the weekend and christmas. it's amazing how soon it is.

I really need to shop.
for christmas presents.

and I need to sleep. I think this is the first couple of weeks in my life to possibly be called busy. ( on a very unbusyish scale )

I'm making no sense now.

Goodnight.

Couldn't think of a title. oh. can't think at all. I just need to sleep.

I will post in the morning.

Goodnight.

???

What am I doing sitting with a laptop on my lap right now? I really should sleep. But I have a bunch of stuff I need to do before I can go to sleep. So why don't I go do my stuff? I don't know. I guess it's because there's a laptop on my lap and because I'm typing. Dumb. I'm going to do something else. If anyone actually reads this before they comment, for your first comment, include some random thought about christmas, or a christmas memory or something like that. I like christmas. I'm going to have a new christmas memory this year because I'm getting my wisdom teeth out two or three days before. Fun. One year I was sick on Christmas day, and stayed in bed all day. And when I was ten I used to wake up at about five on the morning of. and one year we got snowed in. there was about three feet of snow. (that's a lot for Vancouver) We couldn't drive anywhere for a few days.

I want a robotic pet that I can turn off when I get tired of it. hahahaha. not for chrismas. just in general.

Out.

pst...I just registered for NA.

hahaha. Got that done. \\

It would be really nice if they now said, "oh by the way, you won that 30G Ipod."
I would be pleased.

haha. Out.

I don't think I'm going to do any posts on my blog for a couple of days.

I'll still comment though.

Probably mostly about breakdancing hedgehogs.

it'll be a nice break.

outters.

¿ sdrawkcab kool siht seod yhw

The big cat, the scary lady, and the large awkward piece of furniture.

Tonight. Actually in a few minutes.

outters.

I think I would dislike being a cat.

Sorry. Random thought. People are really this time of year aren't they? I don't know the meaning of the word busy. One day it'll happen. hahha. right now I have a lot more time than I need. But all of you commentors are busy aren't you? Haven't been many comments of late. Not that that's not alright. It's alright to be busy and have better things to do than sit on the computer. In fact it's a good thing. out.

good times at Festevus.

Festevus was a blast. Good food, good people, and really bad kareoke (two things here. I have no idea if that's how it's spelt, and I really don't know that it is possible for kareoke to be good so....). There were also games, prizes, and a really corny movie made by a couple of hosers who happen to be extremely random.

Yikes it's late. better head for dreamland, because 8;00's gonna come fast.

by the way, if anyone had absolutely no idea what Festevus is, it's our C4 Christmas party. There. Fairly easily explained.
it was supposed to be "quasi-formal" and was random from start to finish. That made it a big hit with me. Josh managed to find himself a black velvet blazer from some thrift store for the occasion, but I had to make do with a mohawk. In fact that gel-glue stuff pam told me to use is still going strong, and I doubt that I'll get my hair down for a week. hahahaha.

out. sleep. and for old times sake, look at the stars.

I know, I know, I don't post enough about anything interesting anyways.

Ahhh. just started to post and now I have to do something else. why does that always seem to happen. it's like people wait for when you sit down and begin to type and then wham!!!!! They remind you of something you should have already done that you didn't do because you're lazy and you don't have enough time. Then as you continue to type you realize that those are both lame excuses and maybe you're just a hoser. whatever the case, I must go. hahahahahaha.

better post later, or else tonight.

dang....I forgot, Festevus tonight. good times.

cheers.

But I'll still try and do a better post.

A Newish Post.

I would like to first off say that I stole that title directly from dams. I randomly like to steal other people's ideas because I can't come up with any good ones on my own. hahahaha/.

Yesterday I was sick. I had a fever at work and was shivering and aching. I wasn't too sure if I was going to live or not. hahaha.
Today I was much better because as is always the case with me, I am never sick for more than a day. If I remain sick longer it is always a cough, and they aren't frequent visitors.

Today was slow at work, so I drew a big R in a circle on my hand that looks something like this: Ⓡ. I also stuck a big bright orange sticker around my wrist for no reason at all. I was feeling very random.

Thank goodness the world spins. It would be a pain if we had to travel to india for day, and australia for summer.

And thank goodness I don't live any further north otherwise the days would be even shorter than they are now.

Right now it's dark at about 4:30 in the afternoon.

But in the summer it stays light so late.

Sorry that I have nothing real to talk about.
I haven't really done anything lately.

Au revior et bon nuit.

back in the day....

I just wrote a really long post and now have just gone and deleted it. I wasn't feeling it. I wasn't even thinking while I was typing, so I don't even recall much of what I wrote. It's too bad I have nothing interesting to say. I did not go skydiving today, nor did I fight a grizzly bear. I didn't invent a world altering new energy source, nor did I write a best selling book. I didn't make any knew friends, I didn't almost die at work (not that I would have wanted to or anything like that), I didn't get promoted, I haven't dunked yet, I haven't gone to that crepe place downtown lately, I haven't gone to White Rock lately, I don't have any great thoughts filling up my head, I don't even have anything left to add to this major run-on sentence. hahahaha. I'm not grumbling. God is good. And I wouldn't necessarily even want to do any of those things which I listed there, they were just the things that I could think of that I didn't do, thus making this post less interesting and harder to write. It's definitely harder to write when you have no ideas. But I'll keep limping along and see what comes......

Beavers are scary. don't make the mistake of thinking they're cute. that's what they want you to think.

Muffins are really good. but they make me feel gross. like when I eat McDonalds.

Why do cafeterias serve such nasty things?

Why did marty call me chris martin on sunday?

What in the world is "The importance of being Earnest'?

Wow those little gel mint thingys that josh spoke of on his blog were good. He's lucky he hid them. I would have ate them all in on bite.

AAAAAAAHH> I'm hungry but I can't eat until probably 8:30AM tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have a lot of rubber bands on my wrists right now.

Three pink, two brown, and one fat yellow one.

I like rubber bands.

Hence the name of this blog.

But THE rubber bands have long been decomposing.

Can rubber decompose?

Doesn't rubber come from rubber trees?

If it does, then why couldn't it decompose?

Maybe it just takes a long time.

I am feeling very thankful that God made heat.

What if there was only cold.

And if we were used to it.

But we didn't even know what heat was.

Guitar is so much better than piano. Sorry jake whoever-you-are-oh-yeah-phillips.

But I very much appreciate piano.

Second to guitar I would place it, and I don't even play.

I used to play flute.

Josh used to laugh at me.

Other people used to laugh at me.

I like how flutes sound.

Remember about the beavers. Don't trust them whatever you do. They have their long, sharp rodent teeth that'll rip you to shreds. Yes, they're really vicious.

La soleil monte au-dessus de la mer, et je souhaite pourrais la voir.

Goodmorning!!

That's how bilbo tries to end an increasingly unpleasant conversation with gandalf at the beginning of "the hobbit'. If you've read the book you'll know it didn't work. hahaha.

out.

Weheehehehehe.

I played guitar for four hours straight this afternoon. Dang. It was a long time. I played U2 and Coldplay, and a bunch of others, I played accoustic and electric, and I played with josh (on the bass) a bit too. then we set up our christmas tree. then pa, josh, josh hedder, and I went to Fatburger for a burger, and now we're going to watch some film. I wanted to get War of the Worlds, but nobody else wanted to. War of the Worlds was really good if anyone hasn't seen it. I totally digged it. hahaha. well it was pretty good at least. Tom Cruise was good. I actually don't think I've seen a him in a movie that I didn't like. I actually think he's in the movie we're watching tonight.

here's some more of the foto session we had at the aeroport.

ok. it's not working. darn. ahh. technology is not easy.

it's really cold. it was a little depressing watching my sisters desert video footage. white sand and cacti. it's hard stuff.
hahahaha. Watching hockey right now as well. ok. I think we're going to watch the movie. church tomorrow. can't wait. goodnight.

if I had more time I'd:

Write a much longer post, go play "Beautiful Day" by U2, take a nap, go out in the snow, write a song, write a book, watch a Vancouver Canucks game, go play soccer, study India in the 1800's, make a long gory movie about WW2, make a long nongory movie about nothingness, make a long funny movie about a road trip, take a road trip, visit my gallos, visit my floridian friends, visit my texan friends, and go to New York and try not to get rolled.

That's what I'd do if I had a bit more time. As it is, I think I have to go somewhere right now. Ah, here's something to throw out there to anyone who reads this: Is there a person in any of your families who rarely knows what's going on until right as it's happening? In my family that's me. they say get in the car, I get in, we drive for a bit, then I rather hesitantly, and shamefully (because I realize that I should know what's going on) ask where we are going. Then the rest of the family informs me that it is something that has been planned for months, and when I ask why I didn't know about it they just laugh, and there's that awkward silence. I then resign myself to looking out the window at the tall pointy mountains, still being very confused.

Look out, I look out at night,
Planets are movin at the speed of light,
Climb up, up in the trees,
Every chance that you get is a chance you seize,

Speed of Sound_ Coldplay

ok. I actually don't have to go anywhere. hahahahaha. So when I think I have to go somewhere I really don't. So confusing. but when I think i have nothing to do I really have something to do.

It seems like everyone is sick. Kayla has some throat issue, and now is covered in spots. I don't know if they're chicken pocks. I'm even starting to feel sick. That's not rare for me, but what's rare is that I feel sort of run down. When I usually get sick I keep doing things the way I always would, and the fact that I might not feel well really doesn't bother me. But right now I am not actually sick yet, but I feel tired and sleepy and really worn out.

oh well.

outers.

snow, hills, tigers, forests, and mountains.

I was going to take some pictures in the snow today. Instead I took sam out in the snow. The snow stopped, but then started again, and was lightly falling all the time we were out. First we climbed this big hill, the we hunted this huge tiger in the woods. We followed the tracks forever, but as soon as we got close we kinda got stuck in a little stream. sam was running across and got stuck then I had to save him. his foot was stuck, so I got it out. hjahahahaha.. not like I really saved him. I just felt like saying that. hahaha. what a hoser. I am. So then we kept going, found that the trail we were following had a dead end, then we had to back track back to this open field in the middle of the woods. So basically after about two hours of running around and getting lost in the woods, we got back out, climbed this other hill (which sam called a mountain) and then came home. Now I've got to go soon. oh well. haha. such a funny morning. and for any of you who didn't already catch it, the tiger was imaginary. So we were hunting an imaginary thing and getting lost and tired for two hours.

nicenice

Snow is nice. It makes the night seem brighter. I think it has something to do with the light reflecting off the white snow. ]]
"..........(drumroll).....It's a beautiful daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, don't let it get away"- I like that song. I especially like playing it on guitar and strumming way too hard and breaking strings while I play it. fun. haha. Today has been a beautiful day. Sunny until it got dark at 4:00, then it started snowing, and has been doing that ever since. I skipped half my lunch break just so I could go and run around in the parking lot with all the snow swirling around. Then I came home and hung out with josh, als, pam, and josh hedder for a bit. i would like to go for a walk right now, but with everyone working and so on, it's hard to find anyone with the motivation to go for a nice night walk in the snow. hosers. It's not like half an hour of missed sleep is worse than missing a truly wonderful time of a snowy walk. they don't get it. Oh well. I plan to go for a good walk first thing in the morning. I also plan to take some photos of the snow. and maybe me and the snow. then (if I have time) I'll post them on here. ok?



You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of the imagination

You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you

It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away

hahaha. I'm diggin that song for the moment. outers.

A new post. After a long time.

it hasn't really been that long. It feels like longer. ahhhh. why is no one on AIM? Come on. hahahaahahahaha.
I've wanted to post, but have been a little short on time. same thing going down today.......



my brain really isn't working right now. everything I'm thinking just kinda appears for a second, the blurs. I can't think of anything to write. aaah. oh well. ask me some interesting, then I'll answer all the questions in a new post tonight after work.

sorry. i know it's lame. I can't rattle off nice long posts every time like dams.

Gueeeeeeeees What.

Snow. I love it. Perhaps it doesn't love me considering how infrequently it visits Vancouver. But tonight it's snowing here. ahhhhh. The smell of it that you can't really smell, the noise it makes as it falls that you can't really hear. wow. I just took a look out the window. it's falling really hard now. I was just thinking as i looked out that in a way the snow is kind of like life. Small incidents, accidents, joys, sorrows, victories, and defeats, that to look out at are utterly disorienting and confusing. it looks like chaos the way they swirl and twist, sometimes here, sometimes there, sometimes looking as if they will finally stop, but then coming down with even greater force. And in the midst of it there is very little that I can typically appreciate. In fact I might even be questioning why things must be so confusing, as I actually did to myself today, but then to look back after it stops, and see that that "disorganized, confusion" from my point of view, was actually God's sovereign plan, forming and shaping my life into something to bring Him greater glory.... then I just sit back and stay silent. perhaps that's the way I should be more often. Kinda like how it's easier to watch the bigger picture come together than the individual brush strokes. Because when I watch the brush strokes I wonder "why that colour?" or "why did that way?" when I don't see the vision for the final painting. It's better to wait I suppose. And speaking of waiting, I can't wait to go for a walk tomorrow morning.

Bon nuit mes amis.

Hoa haaahaaa.

SNOW>

it snowed for about twenty minutes this morning while we were doing set up at church. It was wet. More like slush falling from the sky, but it was still snow. Makes me want to go up to the mountains. now the sky has cleared and it is a mostly nice day.
church was good. seattle on wednesday. maybe jim butler tonight (a good preacher at a church an hour away).

Sounds.

READ IT. for once. it' s good. because I didn't write it.

"What, therefore, is my God? What, I ask, but the Lord God? "For who is Lord but the Lord himself, or who is God besides our God?"[13] Most high, most excellent, most potent, most omnipotent; most merciful and most just; most secret and most truly present; most beautiful and most strong; stable, yet not supported; unchangeable, yet changing all things; never new, never old; making all things new, yet bringing old age upon the proud, and they know it not; always working, ever at rest; gathering, yet needing nothing; sustaining, pervading, and protecting; creating, nourishing, and developing; seeking, and yet possessing all things. Thou dost love, but without passion; art jealous, yet free from care; dost repent without remorse; art angry, yet remainest serene. Thou changest thy ways, leaving thy plans unchanged; thou recoverest what thou hast never really lost. Thou art never in need but still thou dost rejoice at thy gains; art never greedy, yet demandest dividends. Men pay more than is required so that thou dost become a debtor; yet who can possess anything at all which is not already thine? Thou owest men nothing, yet payest out to them as if in debt to thy creature, and when thou dost cancel debts thou losest nothing thereby. Yet, O my God, my life, my holy Joy, what is this that I have said? What can any man say when he speaks of thee? But woe to them that keep silence--since even those who say most are dumb."- Augustine

If you got all the way through that good job. It took me awhile. good stuff. wow.

not a depressing post.

Whatever to that. the fog is still here. but I get a day off work next week to go to seattle to pick up my sister and have a look at the Mecca of all guitar shops in the Northwest ( I'm mostly looking forward to the guitars. hahahah. Joke als. sorry. Ahh. now I feel bad. dang. oh stink. whatever. stink. no. i am looking forward to seeing als too.) hahhahahaha.

So that's not depressing. In fact it's quite a joyous thing.

And I'm listening to an instrumental cd by guitarist Brian Thiessen right now, which is not depressing at all. There's a song on it called My Father's World which is based off an old hymn. dang. good stuff.

I wish I had a camera right now. I would go take pictures of the fog. It looks sweet. so thick. and we still have a few more days of it.

It came upon a midnight clear,
that glorious song of old.
From angels bending near the earth,
to touch their harps of gold.
Still through the cloven sky they come
with peaceful wings unfurled,
and still their heavenly music flows,
on all the weary world.

Peace on earth goodwill to men,
From heaven's gracious King,

hush the noise you men of strife,
and hear the angels siiiiiing!!!!!

Peace on earth goodwill to men,
from heaven's gracious King.


There. does that sound depressing?

hahahahaha.

I was listening to Mercyme's version of that song. good stuff.

ok outer.

not to be overkillish on the fog subject but....

The fog isn't supposed to lift until Thursday. Which means it will have been almost a week without seeing the sun. Ouch. I'm getting sick of the fog now. I almost forgot what a blue sky looks like today, then I started to panic. I started sweating and getting all freaked out wondering if the sky would ever clear again, or if I would ever see those wonderfully "pointy mountians" (as dams calls them) again. I wondered if I would ever be able to see across the street again. I wondered if I would ever.....OK .. this is getting boring and overly dramatic. I'll simply put it this way: it was weird.

"Lights go out and I can't be saved, tides that I tried to swim against, have brought me down upon my knees"_ clocks . coldplay

So I waited for you
What wouldn't I do
And I'm covered it's true
I'm covered in you

And if I ever want proof
I find it in you
Yeah I honestly do
In you I find proof

Light and dark
Bright spark
Light and dark
And then light

So I waited all day
What wouldn't I say
And are there things in your way
Things happen that way

Oh and if I ever want proof
Then I find it in you
Oh, yeah I honestly do
In you I find proof

Light and dark
Bright spark
Light and dark
And then light

Light, light, light, light

proof . coldplay

I don't get what this song is about. It sounds cool though. It is basically all on the acoustic guitar which explains why I like it.
I want to write. Dang. I haven't had any time to write lately. I actually want to try to start writing music as well, not like for lyrical songs, but for instrumental pieces. Hard stuff though. And I really am not very good so that doesn't help either.

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go in alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go in alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can you hear me when I
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...

Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

U2 . Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own

Bono wrote this one after his dad died. I dig it. Really cool sounding song.

ok. long. gotta run.

as thick as pea soup

Yeah. that's how thick the fog is. I went to sleep last night, and there was fog. I woke up this morning (very very very early) and there was fog. I walked into church and there was fog. I walked out of church and there was fog. I came home and there was fog. I went to a cemetery and a few other freaky places with josh to film and there was fog ( the combo between fog and dark was rather unsettling). I came home again and there was still fog. I am now about to leave for a Brian Doerkson/Kathryn Scott concert and there is still fog. hahahaha. I hope none of you read all of that. It would have been really tedious. hahaha. But I felt like telling you all a little about the fog. Fog is an interesting thing. For some reason it feels like snow. I really have no idea why. it just does. short and lame post. hahaha. oh well. not much else I can do yet anyway.

Heylo.

going to Brian Dork and Kat Scott concert tomorrow. nice.

Wow. It is really foggy. Extremely foggy. You can hardly see across the street. Fog is a common thing in Vancouver in the winter. At night it rolls in, and doesn't clear until almost the afternoon. but not on rainy days. just sunny days. sometimes you can't even tell it's sunny because of the fog. that was the cause of sam's predicament this morning. hahaha. I laughed rather loudly.

in quotation

"What the heck is going on???? There's sunshine outside and I can't even see it!!!!!!!"
-Samuel Sczebel-this very morn.

good times.

Well today i went out in the morning. (for the second morning in a row.) wow. I got back ( without being almost hit by several cars). Oh yeah, nobody knows about all that. hahahaha. Hmmm. I'll put it this way: waiting for a light to turn red so that I can cross means absolutely nothing to me. My law is J-walk. Across highways or any other road, that's how I do it. I don't know why. just impatient about waiting for the light I guess. So yesterday I was doing that and just about got an express ticket up to glory. hahahaha. good fun though. Anyways, today that didn't happen, and I got back home all in one piece. After a lunch of grilled cheese (the same lunch I've had for the last three days. I don't know why, I just get on a role with some things) I headed off to work. Work was interesting today. On the shift that I'm apart of, there are only ten people. Our regular forklift driver gave his notice the other day that next monday would be his last day. This of course through all the supervisors and bosses into a confused frenzy and they decided they should train a new forklift guy. They didn't pick me. I wish they did, but they didn't. So they trained this guy called Lorne who has been working there for a week or two longer than I have. Well yesterday was his first day on the Fork alone. And he crashed it. He was going too fast, and still a little uncomfortable with the controls, and he crashed. Not hurt, but they suspended his license. So today we had our regular forklifter (the guy that is quitting) and today around 5:30 he thought it would be funny to leave. so he left. just left. didn't say anything, didn't tell anyone, just left. This really ticked off my boss, and he was a bit heated for the rest of the day. I don't know what they're gonna do tomorrow. Maybe they'll train me now. hahahahaha. forklift is intense. scary. I would be sweating. hahahaha. ok. I need to sleep. that's all the has happened lately. klafkssfkvgre. random type.

I'm going out.

ahahahaha. I'm sick of being a basement hermit.

I'm doing something this fine, cloudy-about-to-rain morning..

nicenice. Something out of doors. out. in the rain.

oh wernmsheinder

AAAhhhhhh. how the time flies. I've hardly even seen the computer in the last few days so posting (or commenting) has been difficult. But now here I am. Posting. Again. But I have nothing interesting to say. I'm heading off to work in half an hour. I'll work until late. I'll get home. Check my email. Eat. then sleep. Hopefully if I work OT I won't fall asleep on the bus and miss my stop again. hahahahaha. Ok. that was interesting. I was bussing (nice)(hahahahah) home at midnight last week, and I was so tired that i dozed off and awoke a few minutes later to find that I missed my stop, and was now about a good hour and a half (walking time) from home, and steadily getting further. Feeling slightly stupid, and slightly weary of the day I asked the bus driver what I should do. He said there was another bus heading back in the direction I needed to go that was leaving a stop two streets over in about three minutes. Luckily I know my way around so I ran over past a few freaky people, and a Country Mussic club (scary), and shortly reached my destination, hopped on that bus, barely had enough cash on me to pay, then had a fifteen minute drive, and a half hour walk home. I can't remember if I slept on the floor or if I made it to a couch or my bed, but I don't remember much after I got home. HAHAHA. Good stuff. Anyways. I hope it doesn't happen again. Although it would sorta be fun to walk home from far away in the middle of the night. haha. Something I would do. walking through the ghetto with an exacto knife in either hand ready to stick anybody who would try to mug me. hahahaha. aaaaaaaaaaaah.
well I should go. And someone should tell L to post on her blog ***soon***.

gungsger

"Wow you are all very short."
"Well you probably were too."
"I was never as short as you are."
"I bet you were."
"No, actually I distinctly remember putting a hat on my head. You could never do that, your arms are so short you could never reach."

"What do you use the hair cream for?"
"To lock in the moisture."

hahahaha.

I don't know why. I like this movie.

"MUMBLER!!!!!!!!!!!"

yeah. I am. sorry. more talkative on the computer. a wee bit mumblish. EEEEEEEY> I'll do a good post tomorrow. nice.

evening comes when the sun goes down.

I thought it was about time for another post even though hardly anyone has been reading them. But it's funny. I went to some random blog the other day and this guy had tons of posts, and not just dumb posts, long thought out posts. I went all the way down to the bottom of the page and he had no comments. No just on one post. On all of them. There were probably thirty posts. And this guy was writing like there were tons of people reading. hahaha. If I ever put up three posts in a row, and over the course of the week no one comments, I will delete my blog. It's just a waste of time if no one reads anyways. I think that will happen eventually, but perhaps not for a while yet.

OOOOOh. While I do have a blog what to talk about?

DVD menus?
Homemade music videos?
The thrice repeated word "no"?
Good songs?
Good books?
Bad books?
Interesting rodents doing dance moves?
Beavers?
Gators?
Moose?
Cameras?
Work?
Life?
Sleep?
The lack of sleep?
Sickness?
Dead goldfish?
Live psychotic five inch tall dogs?
Office Chairs?
Three pink rubber bands?
One brown rubber band?
One black rubber band?
LUNCH??????
BREAKFAST?????
FOOD IN GENERAL??????
DARK CHOCOLATE????
Oh I could go on. Role, roll. they're the same thing really. haha

for all who just fell off the curb.

I fall off curbs on a regular basis. Nothing wrong with it.
Probably cause I'm trying to do a stiff legged jump off them.
I remember when I was in D.C. last winter, we just got off the subway (or Metro or whatever it was) and we (josh, his friend andrew, and myself) were waiting for a ride to andrew's house. With nothing else to do we began doing TU combos and tried to do a stiff legged jump of the curb. I kept falling. hahahaha. But it was even more fun doing them on the Metro the next day. Tons of people, and here we are standing in the middle of the train doing TUs. Then we started looking for seats, and that's a whole other story that I'll tell another time. But here's one quotation from it: "Seats!!!!!Let's get em.!!!!!!!!!" It began with searching and ended with much laughter. good times.

Sorry. I have nothing else to say. But anyone reads this do me a favour ( I know, Canadian spelling) and do a TU on a public transportation system. I guarantee much fun.

oh. I feel sick.

sleep. weeeeeeeeeeeeewaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyereeeeeerrrrrr!!!!!!!! a group of hedgehogs breakdancing.

were?

Not meaning where. were. Er. re. or in the french:etaient. Excellent. ok. I'm going to post again later.


were.

whether I like it or not. it is. and i can't do anything about that.

I thought since Dams was willing to throw some lyrics of hers on her blog, I'd make an attempt to do the same here. I heard a rumor that SGM wanted Christmas songs and I'd never written one, so I thought I'd chance it. Here it is.

The Love of God came down,
To make His home with men,
Upon a starry night,
He left his glorious throne,
And with His coming here,
The Hope of all these years,
Was born to us this night.

O awake my soul and sing,
What amazing love,
What amazing love,
Arise and shout His praise,
What amazing love,
What amazing love this is.

Look in this manger He,
Humbles Himself to lie,
The One who cast the stars,
Into the black of night,
And angels sweetly sing,
To Him, the ageless King,
As heaven stands in awe.

The only crown He’ll wear,
Is still to come ahead,
Upon the bloodstained cross,
He’ll suffer for my sins,
But now in peace He lies,
Born that He may soon die,
To ransom souls to God.

Tells me whats you think. I don't mind the lyrics. The melody is a bit lacking at the present time, but I wrote it in an hour (roughly) so I have time to fix it up. Hey. Maybe if I send it to SGM and they dig it, they'll let me come to the Songwriters Retreat in Orlando. Sweet. hahahahahaha. Most likely not. Oh well. wow. coughing fit. ok. I need sleep. not enough sleep all week.

outtuu. as in the hockey player jarko ruutu. but outuu instead.

all of these fields are optional.

I worked pretty late again. More OT. More cashers. More lame posts. It's weird I can think, but not really. I know everything that i usually know, but at night it's like the switches are loose. Ahhh. Still coughing my head off, still working, still writing, still guitaring. hahaha. I think there's a time to write serious and a time to write funny, and it is a skill to be able to do both. I thinks that this should be a reflective, yet funny post. so here she goes. or blows. or blows her nose or whatever.-----cut that.

I infrequently post this early in the morning so this is really a new experience for me. well. I personally want to remind myself of some things, and if they apply to you and you think they're interesting, great. if you don't, get your own blog.

Ok. first of all, because I don't think it has been mentioned since the summer, and in honor of TC who (i think) got his hand operated on today, I would like to recall the weeding incident at the school a few days before the FF.

I believe it was Chris, Stephen, Josh, Taylor, and I. We were sent on a mission to remove all the weeds from the front of the school. the only problem was that these weren't normal weeds. These were killer cactus weeds, and they were stabbing us. I think it was one of the funniest moments ever to see Stephen and Taylor going "Ahhhhhh....ouch!!!!........eey!!!!!......these are the craziest weeds I've ever seen......OUCH,.........why didn't we bring a shovel........ow.l........or at least gloves or something.....OH STINK!!!!!!!! (that was just for embellishment. I don't think oh stink was cool yet.). I don't think any of the girls were there. I think you were all sign making. Well at the end of it all we took out all the weeds, but our hands had loads of little prickles in them, and we were whining for the rest of the day.


Then there was the car wash. I don't remember much of it unfortunately. Too many cartwheel TU's. everything was spinning and then it would be like: whoa there;s George Bush getting mobbed by a bunch of canadians. then everything would spin again then it would be: whoa there's andrew ming ballin around with a crazy camera in a rental truck.. then everything would spin again. yeah. I don't remember too much about the car wash.

And then there was the crazy italian joint in Lonsdale. The Key or Quay or whatever it is. And the chef guy kept making these really lame jokes that I felt obligated to laugh at because he was a nice guy and he seemed to be trying really hard.

There was also the crepe place. to this day whenever I hear techno music I want to do the weedwacker. no joke. honestly. In fact I think I would pay money to watch Joby wash the car again. that was amazing.

Ahh.. then there was Stanley Park and the raccoons, lights, and huge hollow trees.

Then White Rock. but I'm not going to say anything about White Rock.
White Rock was nice. It's been a while since I've been there.

Blue slurpees.

yum.

Icecream.

Orange bananas.

and green corn.

"cause in a bullet proof vest,
with the windows all closed,
I'll be doin my best and I'll see you soon.?

Such a nice song. Oh to better play it's TAB> hahaha. Oh to be a better guitarist. hahaha. Hoser that I am.
Trying to change the subject and it's not working. hahah.
they were good times.

wow. guess what I just realized. ( I know you really can't guess, and you're all probably asleep anyhow). I realized that I haven't even seen Josh in like two days. And I won't see him till tomorrow late i would guess. Wow. Dang. I really should sleep. Man. I think that was lame. Lame like a dog with two legs that walks upright and imitates me. Lamer in fact. but sleep, not writing is what I need right now. goodnight.

I suppose I should post.

Not that you could really call this a post, for it will contain nothing of interest.
I worked yesterday till 11:00PM came home wrote a few emails, didn't blog because blogger wasn't working, then fell to sleep.
Now I just woke up. If anything interesting happened to you, say it.
That's all for now. Maybe there will be a better entry, "****soon****" hahahahahahahhahaahaHAHAHAjajajajajajHAHAHAAH.

outers.

a big shot is just a small shot away from home.

hahaha. no comment. quotable from PJS.
.....oh.......excuse me.........
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I was having a bit of a coughing fit. I am slightly sick. Just a wee cold. it's really interesting that when I was in fifth or sixth grade I had a cough that was so bad that I couldn't go to school for about a month and a half. By the end of that time, and after destroying about a quarter of my lungs (literally), the doctors figured out that it a very common illness relating to the common cold. If I ever am short of breath, that's why. Funny stuff. Everybody thought I was dying a slow death from some undiscovered disease, and it was really nothing that cool at all. But at least I got to skip school for a month and a half, and get caught up with all the great old Dukes of Hazard tv show. hahahaa. I watched it a lot. there wasn't much else to do. Watch tv.....cough, cough,cough,cough.........go on watching tv. that was life. sad. hahahahahahahah. but in hindsight it is funny. whenever I have a cough I am reminded of those months. Well, nothing interesting happened to me today. I didn't nearly get killed. I didn't win car. I will never get Boardwalk and Park Place on the same cup. and I will never have Pizza Hut at 11:00PM again. hahaha. I wish I could say something funny. Or something smart. Or just something new. But alas, it is not only the body that tires after too many continuous hours of wakefulness, but the mind as well. How about you all tell me the interesting things that happen to you. ohhh.. stink........sleep.......frying pan..............................WHACK!!!!!!!!!!!

E

there will be a new post *****SOON*****

ok. I shouldn't have, but I had to.
Lorraine said that just a while ago on her blog, but she never actually posts soon after. hhahahahah. I really don't know the definition of soon.

anyhow, I will post after work if anyone cares.

OOOOOOEEER<

AAAAAAH!!!! I am so tired. Tired of being thought of as a Socialist, and tired of thinking excessively. Tired of cloudy days and stormy nights, tired of dumb holidays, tired of dumb movies, tired when I think of my fish who is now rejoicing in glory (if fish do that sort of thing). Tired of climbing mountains and falling back down them, tired of unknowingly bugging people I don't know, tired of lifting boxes and being thrown around by jacks. Tired of headaches and dizziness, tired of sore throats and sore necks. Tired of broken guitar strings, and gimpy tuners. Yeah. I'm tired. "I wanna go hooooooooooooooome." Thanks Bubbly. I don't know what home you were thinkin about there, but I know where mine is, and I can't wait to get there. I'm not discontent with life. It's so much better than it should be. But when you look straight at the sun it makes everything else look dark and grey, and dull.

eh?

Prelude-William Wordsworth

Imagination-here the Power so called,
Through sad incompetence of human speech,
That awful Power rose from the mind's abyss,
Like an unfathered vapor that enwraps,
At once, some lonely traveler. I was lost;
Halted without an effort to break through;
But to my concious soul I now can say-
"I recognize your glory": in such strength
Of usurpation, when the light of sense
Goes out, but with a flash that has revealed
The invisible world, does greatness make abode,
There harbours; whether we be young or old,
Our destiny, our being's heart and home,
Is with infitude, and only there;
With hope it is, hope that can never die,
Effort, and expectation, and desire,
And something evermore about to be.
Under such banners militant, the soul
Seeks no trophies, struggles for no spoils
That may attest her prowess, blest in thoughts
That are their own perfection and reward.

Wow. Good poet. Dang. C.S. Lewis actually took the title of his book, Surprised By Joy, out of one of Wordsworth's poems. I can't say I necessarily agree with everything in this poem, but it was exceptionally written, and I find it quite enjoyable to read.

Errr...ummmm....well......whatever.

Today is Saturday. Well, was Saturday. The day is pretty much gone by now. It was a good day. Indeed all days are good, it's generally our outlook that changes, but today was especially good, and here;s why:

I forgot, but the goodness actually started last night when Josh and I watched the Blair Witch Project. It wasn't a great movie, unless you happen to be a filmmaker, but if you aren't a filmmaker, all the shaky cameras in the woods will most likely just make you sick. Not to mention after running screaming (and swearing) around the woods for days, being chased by "something" they all end up dead or something, and you don't even see 'it'. But I kinda liked it. It was weird. And a very good idea, because it was so underproduced that you really could have mistaken it for a bunch of footage filmed by a bunch of really freaked out kids in the woods. But it wasn't really scary at all. I mean nothing ever even happened. You never see anything. It's all implied. Which I also kinda liked. ok. On to the next morning. I had to be at my guitar lesson at 8:30, so I didn't post after watching the movie, but it ended kinda late so I was wiped out anyways. After my lesson (which was good) I was sitting on the floor in our house, and I said, "I feel like climbing the Chief". Then Josh agreed, and after an hour or so we set out. Now the Chief is a mountain about an hour and forty minutes from our house, and you have to climb around the back because the entire front is a cliff. We reached the town at the foot of the mountain around lunch, and decided that we were hungry, so we randomly bought a pizza, a 2 liter(I don't know how you americans measure it, probably oz. but I'll just say it was a big one) bottle of Coke, and some garlic bread. We ate the pizza in the Festiva, and put the garlic bread and pop in our already full backpack (for a snack at the top) and started out. Here now is why I am really sore right now, the backpack must have been fifteen pounds, and all the way up, the trail was stairs. Big stairs. the high steps that make your legs burn, and the rest of your body go numb. We switched carrying the backpack every once in a while, and in about forty minutes (which is really fast for that mountain) we reached the top. We sat down near the edge, above the clouds, above the little town of Squamish, where you could see way down the inlet, or as the Scandinavians would say, Fjord, that comes snaking up through the mountains from near Horseshoe Bay. We happily ate our cold garlic bread, and drank our bottle of pop (or most of it), then began our decent. We decided that in light of the fact that God created this beautiful place, it would be a horrible thing to leave our pop bottle, so Josh took the backpack, and my charge was the bottle. I was to not let it go of it until I was dropping it into a garbage can. We ran most of the way down, which is dangerous with only one free hand with which to save yourself from plunging over some random cliff that so quickly looms up ahead. So after a few near death experiences, a decision that running really fast down really steep mountains should be a sport, and a few falls that have rendered my knee more gimped, and my thumb rather swollen (I really usually have better balance), we reached the bottom. Then we walked over to a near by waterfall, dunked our heads, and walked back to the Festy, and drove home. Yes. Today was good. The sky was blue, the mountain was steep, josh and I had good fellowship, and these were all gifts. "All gifts from God are intended to direct our attention to God, and create fresh affection for God." thanks C.J., that hammer hit me a good one today.-Joe.

Yes, I agree with all of that.-Josh.

Undoubtedly

I think if the sun was gone (like literally gone, not just partially gone or hiding or anything) it would be very cold.

...LJINKS:

Listen to this:

Is this the New Year or just another night?
Is this the new fear or just another fright?
Is this the new tear or just another desperation?

Is this the finger or just another fist?
Is this the kingdom or just a hit n' miss?
I miss direction, most in all this desperation

Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?

It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in

I'm singing this one like a broken piece of glass
From broken hearts and broken noses in the back
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

You push until you're shoving
You bend until you break
Do you stand on the broken fields where our fathers lay?

It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in

There's nothing here worth saving?
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?

It'll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hungry and poor and deserted are found
Are you discontented? Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been throwing down this broken house of cards?

It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in
When the world caves in

Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing
Are there any left who haven't kissed the enemy?
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

Does justice never find you? Do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues?

And nothing is okay
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in
Until the world caves in

Switchfoot-The Blues.

I don't know what you think, but I think this guy sounds a bit depressed. HAHAHA. But I kinda like how the song sounds. Great.

That's all.

I guess this will be a post where I write very little./\
Because I'm tired. And sore. And......

"I'm singin this one like a broken piece of glass,
For broken hearts and broken noses in the past."

Although I can't recall breaking either.
Aighty,

outfunkshun>

ugly weeds and pumpkin seeds.

:no comment on the title:
Only one very interesting thing happened to me today.....I almost got killed. By a power jack. Exciting. Yes. Very. In fact extremely. But scary too. Here's how it was.

I was driving along, and began to reverse so that I could get into a proper angle to pick up this pallet that I needed to bring somewhere else. well the moment I hit reverse something snapped. not literally. i think maybe the jack was a little offended at the reckless way I was driving it (not) so it decided to have a little fun of it's own. It suddenly jerked the control handle all the way sideways, throwing me off, but having a good grip and being a little determined not to lose to this 7000 pound hunk of metal I hung on and was dragged in circles for a while until I decided that it wasn't worth the effort, and God would really have to intervene before my 150 pounds could stop this thing. So I released my grip crumbled to the floor and rolled out of the way to avoid being crunched. After regaining my feet I watched as the jack went crazy for a few more turns then abruptly stopped, almost flipping itself in the process. Well to say I was stunned would not be an exaggeration. I stood there and stared at the thing in wonder (and fear) and looked around to see if anyone else saw the event. One guy did, because he was staring in wonder and awe as well. So having a credible witness I went to my Supervisor and told him. It was clear he didn't believe me but came to check it out. Now I was praying that it would do it again just so I wouldn't look like a complete idiot, so as we approached I gave the jack a good bit of space. The Supervisor walked confidently up and laid his hand on the control bar, gave a yell, did a jump, leapt out of the way, and the jack was off again, doing circles and flipping out. After a moment in stopped again. And this time (after some interesting language) he decided everyone should leave it alone. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA>

Wonderful. It's funny. If I hadn't got out of the way once I fell off, I could have gotten crushed, but all I thought at the time was: wow. this is really messed up. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. The brain panics much less when it has no time to sleep. That must be why scary scenes in movies are so drawn out. oh well. Maybe it'll happen again tomorrow, and maybe next time it catch my leg and break it clean in two, but it'll have to be a conspiracy, because though I'm not superstitious, I'll never ride on L12 again.

if I run into a wall a thousand times, my guess is that it will hurt every time.

wow. fun stuff happened last night. I got off work at 9:45 feeling very worn out. I walked through the parking lot to where my dad was waiting to pick me up, and as I got into the van, the first good thing happened. We finally got the new cd. So happily listened all the way home, and when I got home the second good thing happened. The power went out. I'm sure having the power out for a long time isn't cool at all, but it gets back on pretty quick here so I was fairly excited. I hung around and chatted with the fam for a while, until they all went to sleep, then i took a candle and got a blanket, a pillow, my IPod, and a History textbook, and laid in front of the fireplace enoying facts about the Spanish conquest of America, and the Voyage of Magellan until somewhere around 2:00, then I drifted off into dreamland until about 3:00 when the power came back on. now I was in the middle of the house, and I guess all of the lights were on when the power went off, so they all popped on blinding me, and the TV was also on, so it turned on and told me of some sort of new baking product. Needless to say I was kinda dazed, but after a few moments, and repeated attempts by the infomercial people to get me to dial the number, I got up and turned them off, then collapsed back into a deep sleep. I was awakened next by Josh who was getting up for work at 6:30. Knowing that soon there would be much activity upstairs, I removed myself downstairs, and once again had some repose. I finally awoke to find that it was about 8:30, then I went upstairs and discovered that our internet wasn't working, so I had a quite time. Ahhh. It's been a good fourteen hours.

Mangez le sort de chocolat fonce.
Eat lot's of dark chocolate.


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in explantation of what is not known...

Of what all of you seemed not to understand. My explanation is this. I was posting right before working. After working I hoped to post something better (this post). After posting this I plan to sleep. Then I plan to wake before posting again sometime tomorrow. And after posting tomorrow I plan to chat before I work if anyone is on. See? I actually wrote the whole thing down there. But it's harder to see when you're on the other side. And I don't think any of you gave it deep thought. here's another one to munch on, but if you have read the Hobbit it will be easy.

Voiceless cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.

What is it? HAHAha. I would never have gotten it if the answer was not on the next page. I don't think I will personally take up writing riddles.

without a doubt......there can only be one explanation........the only right answer.......the only proper conclusion......the final course of action.......the bee's knees......the bomb.com............the ultimate playlist.............the most groovaliceous groove.......the type of all type......the writ of all writ.......the wit of the witless.......the wisdom of the wise..........






I don't really know where I'm going here. Just random thoughts popping into my head for no apparent reason. Ah, but indeed reason is slowly slipping away itself, and now the only two things that can remedy it (sleep or a frying pan) are far away. Well, I must go seek them and ask their counsel, for I have found it helpful in the past. Bon nuit, et au revior. Pouvons nous reunissons encore l'autre cote de cette nuit.

Encore, au revoir.

a new post.

Posting before working. Working before posting. Posting before sleeping. Sleeping before waking. Waking before posting. Posting before chatting. Chatting before working.>

try and figure out that one. give your interpretation in the comments.
WhooHooo!!!!!!!
that was for taylor. BEP style.

N.

Pointless is a funny word. In the end everything that we do has a point; the question is whether what we do accomplishes anything of any personal value, or if in the end the the action we took based on the point we were being driven by was utterly useless to ourselves or anyone else. There's a thought to gnaw on. Well today Josh and I took a pointless drive that took almost three hours. We set out to take pictures, and we took some. So technically our drive wasn't pointless, because we had a point (to take pictures) and we accomplished that point. But the fact that we took pictures didn't really benefit us or all the people we drove by. So was our drive pointless? I guess it's just the scale you weigh it on.

I feel like writing a song. I've had some thoughts lately, but every time I try to write them they just don't come out right. It's like there's a limit to where words can go, and beyond that it's more just feeling. Like I know what I want to write, but the words can't express it.

"there's a song that's inside of my soul,
it's the one that I've tried to write over and over again," -Switchfoot.

Ok. I have to learn the tab for that song right now. Good stuff. Not too hard. Please don't associate it with the movie though, because that's what most people do and I very much dislike it. HAHAHa. I want to go jump into some really cold water. I saw so much of it today. Or else hike the Chief. If any of you ever come here then we'll have to hike the Chief. So much better than jogging, but you'll be dying halfway up. HAHa. Actually it only takes about an hour to an hour and a half to get up, but it's really steep and all stairs. Most of you went up Grouse I think......so you know the right height at least. Now imagine walking up it. The difference between Grouse and the Chief is that the entire front face of the chief is a cliff. It's a good 1500ft straight down, so when you hike it you go up the side. then you get to the top and you can look over the edge. Or else if that doesn't sound like smooth jazz to you, you can just enjoy the wide panoramic view. It's crazy. then going down is just nice. I went down in 15 minutes once, running full speed all the way. That was REALLY bad for the knee. But if you stick to a nice brisk walk it's lovely. Aight. I should skip off.

Sing to me through Your stars,
That soar throughout the skies up above,
Singing clear from afar,
Of Your unchanging infinite love.
In the night You tell more,
Of that measureless ocean you filled,
Without boundary or shore,
In the depths of the waves I am still.

out.

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why might be a good question to ask

Sometimes we do things that we enjoy, but then pay for later on. Like me going for a jog this morning. I found (happily) that I wasn't as out of shape as I had assumed, but (sadly) found that my knee was in far worse shape (still) than the rest of me. I don't know exactly when it began, or how it happened, but I have a gimped left knee that gets sharp pains in strange places, and gets weak and stuff. But this morning I decided to push past the pain and see how far I could go. To my surprise I went for probably about 2 kilometers or about 1.2 miles, and I really didn't get winded until the last little bit (That must have something to do with playing soccer all summer), and the knee pain faded after the first eight minutes, so I thought the jog was a good idea......... but it wasn't. Even as I stumbled into the house there was a sharp pain right behind my knee. Then a bit later it was in the side. Then in the other side. Then in the front. ouch. So for the rest of the day I have been sporadically limping, Even just now as I walked the dog with Josh, it was really bad. And I don't even know what it is. I think it has to do with all the crazy things I did in my younger (and not so long ago....maybe a month ago) days. HAHAHa. So I enjoyed the jog, but now I'm paying for it. You always do. And then earlier today. I was talking to dams on the blogs. It was nice. We had a good conversation. But we posted about a billion times (purposeful exaggeration there) and now I can't comment on my blog or her blog. It was nice. But now I'm paying. ERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! Can someone email me? HAHA. that was random. but I wouldn't mind. I like responding to emails.
And how is everyone? Are you all still alive? If not, why didn't I get invited to your funerals? Haha. grim humor. Not that I expect any of you to be dead, but it could happen. Ok. Stop. seriously. honestly? Seriously! Honestly? actually...


ok. I want a Strawberry Blended Lemonade. RIGHT NOW>

Goodnight,

"the shadow proves the sunshine."

"Somewhere past this setting sun"

"But then I look at the STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sure.
Out.
Mail me.
OUt.
OUT>
OOUUTT=))

Dumb blogger.

Dumb blog. Stop disabling comments.

"the shadow proves the sunshine"

Hee. I just posted that with nothing on it;.HEFHEFHEFHEHEFHEHFEHF> That's a bit of a strange laugh, but I think I have some sort of illness. I throat feels really thick, and my voice sounds raspy. I have a few suspicions. There's a guy I work with that has some kind of virus, and it's so bad now that he can't talk. He just tells me what to do by writing things on paper. Soon maybe there will be two mutes. AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh well. can't help it.

the friendly beep

I am slowly becoming a master at this rare art. At work while I'm driving machinery there are several other people driving machinery. Because of this it is at many instances necessary to give a friendly beep on the horn to let them know you are there. But as I'm sure you know, the line between a friendly beep, and an angry beep is a thin one, so it is imperative to master the "Yo! Heads up! I'm right behind you, but have a nice day." beep. That's all I wanted to say.

If I could jump across the sea, or step aross the mountain tops, to see the land where tootsie pops hang swinging in the trees

I wasn't even going to mention the title, but I thought I should warn you all that even if you try, you won't get any deep theological message out of it. HAHA. Somewhere between sanity and a hard place is where I am right now. And I have no idea what that meant, so maybe the hard place has something to do with insanity. It very easily could. But maybe I should explain my day, so that you can all see that this temporary loss of about a quarter of my thinking skills should not come as a surprise.
This morning I went to the USA {(blaine)plain blain|very plain blaine} with my father to pick up some mail, and possibly the long expected new SMG cd, which somehow dams already has. To our extreme disappointment it was not there. Then I came home, hung around a bit, and headed off to work around 1:00. Now this was the first day that I am on afternoon shift, so when I came outside on "lunch break" (which was at 6:30) it was already dark!!!! This frazzled me just a little more than a little, and I curled up in a little ball on the cold wet grass and cried for five minutes. HAHAHA. Well, maybe it wasn't that extreme but it was certainly a strange feeling. Well I walked (in the dark and in the rain) a few blocks over to a gas station to get some kind of sugary drink (intended to keep me awake), then headed back to the lunch room to watch some baseball for the remaining fifteen minutes of my break. Then sometime about 8:45 (about an hour before I got off) I became suddenly dizzy, and everything was spinning and strange things were happening. Somehow I made it through the last hour, and then zig-zagged my way back through the rain and the dark to the gas station where I was picked up. The dizzyness has now completely faded, but I am still a bit confused about what caused it. And now the final brick to break the flea's back was this: Twelve emails. And not one of them had anything to do with me. Not that I wanted them to do with me, but I was so confused that emails were coming to me even though they were apart of a conversation that was completely outside of my knowledge. So then I just broke down and cried. HAHAHA. It was an emotional day. Just joking. I didn't cry. In fact I'm not going to tell any of you the last time I cried because you will all think I'm a heartless hoser. ooooooo. Alliteration. Cool. So yeah, that was my day, and those are the reasons why i so badly want to go to the land where tootsie pops hang from trees. At least for a vacation. I mean if you stayed to long your teeth would rot because the dentists there just prescribe more candy to fix cavities, but it would be nice for a day or two. I hope you people know what tootsie pops are, because if you don't, you are both deprived and confused right about now, and I am not going to change that. Sorryness.

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(if any of you actually read this whole post, tell me and I will be very impressed.)
HAHAHa/⅋

Hee hee! I am posting on Joe's blog now!!! He asked me to because he now has a job and is doing the afternoon shift which is 1:30 to 10:00 ish meaning he doesn't have a lot of time to post.

Well I had a scare today..... My dad and Joe went over the boarder to pick up the new C.D (which wasn't there!) meaning that my mom had to go find Joe's Birth Certificate (she keeeps all of ours in one place.) And when she came downstairs she happened to mention....."Hey aly.... do you your Birth Certificate?.... because I don't! Well I replied, "No! I don't have it. I haven't seen it since the eteam." Well that started the panic. We searched and searched and it was not to be found. (I wouldn't have cared except that I am going to El Paso Texas in four weeks and I kinda NEED a Birth Certificate to get across the boarder.) Well we went online were we found out that it takes six to eight weeks to get a new one. You also cannot get a passport with out having a Birth Certificate. Well I did the thing that I believe anyone would in that situation... i cried. ALOT!

And well, after tears and paper work and alot of attitude ajustments, I am getting my new Birth Certificate in 10-11 days. My trip is still on and God is good..... except I think I failed the test. God's grace is amazing.

I know that everythings not lost

I was just thinking (and this is going to be at least a slightly serious post) that what is the gain of living if we aren't going to live for the glory of God? I'm not saying that if you're not completely living for His glory you should go suicidal, but I'm just saying that there is no gain in it. None. I was just thinking that I could sit here for an hour playing guitar, and that isn't bad, but what is it's use? In the end it's an hour of this life (the only life I'm going to get until eternity) wasted doing something that will have little benefit for this life, no benefit for my eternal life, and no benefit to the majesty of God's name in heaven or on earth. Or I could go to my job every day and just go mindlessly about for 8 hours, absolutely squandering time that He has given me to bring Him glory. And the excuse that " I am working so I can't really bring him glory, I mean maybe I could do my job well which might eventually honor him, but beyond that I'm kinda stuck here for eight hours, maybe I'll live for Him when I get home" doesn't work. In fact that excuse isn't even close to working, but i have often (whether I actually thought it or just did it) used it. All the people I work with-I don't even know if they're saved, I would guess that 99% of them aren't considering how they talk, and the saddest part is I'm comfortable with it. they could well be headed for Hell, and I hang around them everyday and don't bother to tell them the way out. But if I did tell them, what would that accomplish? it would bring the One who is supremely worthy of all glory the glory that He deserves. And this doesn't just apply to work: how many times do I think "I just got home, I'm ridicuously tired, I'm just going to sit around, go one the computer and rest"? SO MANY TIMES!!!! and it's not that it's wrong, but it should be done wit the mindset of how can I do this for Him? How can I write a post that may affect someone who in turn will seek to bring Him praise by their life? AHHHHHH. But the mindset is so hard to find when I'm stuck on myself, when all I can think about is how to please joe. C.S. Lewis once said (and I'm paraphrasing from memory here) : If you meet a truly humble person, you will not find them trying to look humble, or acting all lowly (for that would be someone trying to LOOK humble, which is pride), but all you would notice after talking to them was that they mostly talked about you." In other words, a humble person is not someone walks around trying to lower themselves, a humble person is someone who begins more and more to forget themselves and think about others. another guy who's name I can't remember said: If we only had a true knowledge of ourselves, we would be truly humble." Or if we could just get past our coats and coats of self-love and see the depth of our sin, and the price that was paid to pardon it, we would truly be humble. and how could we not be? Could I stand beside the cross where my Saviour died, and say "I didn't need it"? NO!!
never. The fact that He came down is in itself the greatest pointer to the fact that we really did need it. We could never have escaped any other way. We were dead meat. dang I kinda went off topic there. well what I was thinking is that I really need to cultivate humility, not just the groveling on the floor kind, but the kind where I forget myself. For if I forget myself, and remember the cross, i will be in a more aware state of mind to be living every moment for Him. If I forget MY awkwardness or fear, I will be in a much more willing state to share the gospel, because it will be all I can think of, and I will be so grateful that it cannot help but overflow.
A life lived 90% for oneself and 10% for God may sadly be the standard in many self professing Christian's lives, but the things that they do for themselves, and the sacrifices that they do to achieve them are worthless in the long run. Why build up a treasure horde of things of this Earth, which are but tastes (and faint ones) of the treasures of Heaven? Why live as if this life were all that there is? because there is more. So much more. But maybe there is a small group who would maybe not live 100% for His glory (for i don't believe that's possible this side of the grave), but their one goal, and their greatest delight is to honor His name on this earth. And maybe their crowning achievement in this life would not be the job they got, or the house they lived in, or how good of a guitar player they became, but maybe it would be that they lived for something more worth while, maybe it will be that they lived for something Eternal. I want to be in that group.

fish

Today after doing a band rehearsal for Sunday, my father, Sam, Josh, and I went fishing for Salmon in a river somewhere about an hour east of Vancouver. Not fishing rod fishing. We just ran all through the river ( the really cold river) trying to jump on them or bash them with large stones. we were basically unsuccessful except Josh managed to grab one that was three quarters dead already. It was large. Probably 20 or 30 pounds. big. and that was the end of the fishing.

On the way home we were driving through the valley (the Fraser Valley) and it is all surrounded my mountains. Not big mountains like the pointy kind, but a lot bigger than hills. And usually they are all dark and green, but right now they were more yellow. And there were big puffy white clouds floating all around, and as I looked at one of the bigger mountains, the puffy white clouds surrounded it until you could only see half way up. It looked sweet. I wish I had a camera. DANG!!!!

That was the most interesting thing I could think of to post.

brown cows make chocolate milk.

I am not sure if that's a proven fact, but I like to believe it. And I'm not a farmer or anything so i also don't really care if it's true or not, but.....who cares. aye. BLAH BLAH BLAH. that's all I do on these posts. Monologuing. Not cool.

So I watched "The Interpreter" tonight, and it was a pretty sweet film. I really enjoyed it. Very well made, very well acted, very well shot, and very well thought through.

Hhhhhhm.... anything else of interest? (that was a question posed to myself)

NO.

ok

I'll post again tomorrow and try to give it some thought.

I truly am a nerd

But at least I have a good excuse for not posting. I wasn't home.

Well.

What to talk about. I could talk about horses. Or about the strange way that our dog is sitting on the floor. Or about driving a powered pallet jack. Or about............ Oh I don't know. I have been writing a song over the last few days. Not too complete as of yet. I like to write but I haven't really had time.

Random thought:
have you ever wished you could just hop into a picture, or a painting?... There is a painting on our wall of either a sunrise or sunset (not sure which) with some trees and a little stream running through a little meadow. I would like to jump in there and just sit down in the grass and rest.

cloudy skies.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, It is not sunny. It's cloudy and rainy. Nobody has been blogging lately, eh? it's too bad, but all things slowly fade away. I knew the whole blog bit would eventually, and it has actually lasted longer than I thought, but I think it will soon end. Hardly anyone comments anymore, not that I blame you all, people have lives, and most likely busier ones than mine. But even mine is busy now, and I find it hard to post frequently. Ah yes, the blogging is dying out. It's sad. Too bad.

(By the way, this post was not written with the intention of making everyone post like postaholics again. It was just noting a sad fackt. {hahahahahaha})

sunny skies.

Yeah. The title pretty much explains the weather here. At least right now. It was nasty earlier today. But nice right now. Little kids are at the park, swinging, running, and trying to rip each other's hair out. Dogs are chasing (wicked) cats, and I am sitting inside looking out at it all. Nice. But it is still cold. A little too cold in the morning, but nice in the afternoon......that's all I have to say. For right now. Will post again later.

Snow.

I here someone has only seen snow once in her entire life. Well this is to refresh your memory.




I hope this doesn't make you jealous.

I smell it coming.

Tonight I went outside for a moment and guess what I smelt? hahahaha. I don't expect you to know. But.... I smelt snow. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Have any of you southern americans ever smelt it? HAha. I say it smells like snow, but I think it's just the smell of really cold air. It usually smells like that before it snows because the air is really cold. HAHa. I just restated the same thing. The air is cold. the air is cold. HAHAHA> that was extraordinarily random. beautifully random. HAHAHAHA. Aye. true enough.

Well I might just have to go away and fly to the moon, then visit an Irish Pub in Ireland, go see the White Cliffs of Dover, then swim the Channel, head over to France, visit Brother Lawrence, sky dive off the Eiffel Tower, then hop on a boat and head over to Columbia, get shot at by some Guerrilla's, grow some coffee beans, then up to Mexico, then up to El Paso, see the hosers there, then over east to Florida and see all the hosers there, then up to Virginia, see andrew, then up to Thunder Bay Ontario, then I'll walk all the way up through Ontario until I get to either Nunavit, or the Northwest Territories, where there will surely be snow, then I'll make a snow angel, get on a bush plane and go into the bush, shoot a moose, eat the meat raw, then walk forty miles, almost die of frost bite, fall in a river and almost freeze to death, make it to the nearest indian village, become friends with the chief, shoot enough wolverines to earn enough cash to get a plane ticket back to Vancouver, then take a nice long nap.

If any of you read that whole thing, kudos. I have no idea what that means. I think it means props, or something like that, but not in ghetto language. HAHAHa;

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Bloslke

I have no idea what the title means. I hope it isn't something bad in a different language. I just like how it sounds. HAHah.a

sorry that there has been no post over the last two days. i haven't really had a chance.

not really any interesting news except:

Tomorrow is Canadian Thanksgiving- so an automatic day off.
I might have to get glasses for night driving and reading.
Today in church I got to have a day off from mixing-last one I had was when the e-team was here.
And a bit off a sad thing-The Vancouver Canucks (our hockey team) lost in a shoot out last night to the Edmonton Oilers (Edmonton's hockey team), so I propose a moment of silence......................................... Ok. that was sufficient.

That is pretty much it.
I also have to say that Lauren needs to post on her blog because I have no time now either, but I still am posting. HAHAHa.
Actually, don't worry about it. Just post when you want......... HAHAHAH HEE HEE HAHAHA JAJAJA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok. there. I posted.

before the sky falls......I need to get some kind of helm.

hahaha. helm. hee hee (dang that's scary.)
sorryness about the fact that there was no post earlier. I wasn't busy. I was just distracted. a very applish styled whirly ball was rotating ominously before my eyes, and it was extremely difficult to focus on much else. haha. that's my lame excuse.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!!!!!!!!!!!


YES!!!!!!!
..........
oh
I mean,
YESH!!!!!!!!!!
hahaha

IT"S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!! no getting up early tomorrow.
ahh. but I forgot....it's almost tomorrow right now. in fact, by the time I post this post, it will probably be saturday.

"in a bullet proof vest.
with the window's all closed
i'll be doing my best, and I'll see you soon"

I'm sorry, but that still has to be my all time favorite Coldplay song.
I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow. actually, I don't know what I'm doing right now. AH! eek! the whirlly ball is back!!!!!!

dizzyness. sorry. I have to go. I need sleep. I need ....... oh well. I can't remember.

this post isn't good, or creative, but you'll all have to live with that until at least tomorrow morning.
sleep tight .

I couldn't think of a title.

I was just thinking about the night some of the eteamers went to Stanley Park after the crepe's. I had never been to Stanley Park at night. Even after living here so long. I quite clearly recall the way the lights of all the buildings reflected across the harbor. It was incredible. I don't really know why, as but I sat on the edge of the sea wall just staring out at it all. then everybody began to run back to the van, and it had to be one of the most, not sad, but kind of wearying moments that I have ever felt. Anybody else know that feeling? Like when you are jerked from a deep sleep back into reality. I took one more glance, then hopped up and did a flying TU over a bench. It helped a little. But I haven't been back there since then, and I really felt like seeing it again, so I found some pictures....... none of the night, but they will have to do. here.






Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh/....

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random title.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel slightly strange. weird and tired. like i could just drift into a nice sleep................
.......

......

Ok. I'm trying to wake myself up. AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! it's so hard. ok. I'm awake.

"Come Awake, from sleep arise...."

ok. awake. thinking.......no.
the thinking part isn't working yet.

...........................

ok.


there it is.

Here it comes now.....................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

well hi anyone who reads this sad excuse for a blog. I can't believe I didn't post last night. I meant to, then when I remembered I was too tired thinking about getting up at 5:10 the next morn. well today was nice. After work I walked a few blocks in the rain drinking a Coke to get to the place where Josh works so that I could get a ride home. it was raining REALLY hard. I was soaked by the time I got there, and the Coke didn't improve my warmth. So now that I'm home, warm, and relaxed, I feel a bit sleepy. I don't know what I'm gonna do tonight. Something. HAHAHAHA. maybe I'll write a song a hundred miles long. Or maybe I'll finish the Hobbit. I meant to read it in one sitting, but I got interrupted so many times it wasn't worth trying to finish. I like to read books in one sitting. I feel that I appreciate the story more, if it isn't all interrupted, or spread over weeks and months of reading. well. that's it. that's all.

I want to post something of importance, but I only barely even remembered how to spell the word, so writing a long "important" post would be difficult. You'll all have to live with this random, and most likely boring post until then. At least I'm not a Nazi about staying on topic, so you can all just have conversations on my blog, and not even look at the post. I don't mind that much. hahahaha.

ok.

maybe i'll post again later when I'm more awake.

then the spiders crawled all over the roof.

speaking of roofs, I saw a small dog on the top of a house being constructed today. very random. I hope it didn't decide to jump. hahahahahaha. well, I was working earlier today, and that was alright, although it was a bit of a struggle getting up at 5:20. Oh yeah, I thought I should mention that the only reason that I'm posting right now is because I was told to by a very rushy person on my blog, who was talking in a very un-betty like manner. I believe it was either early today, or late yesterday that I last posted, and that means I am still going hard with a post a day, which does not seem to bad to me. tomorrow i have to get up early again, but I am off at 2:15, so I'll be around later on.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!
.................................gwapes?
yesh!
....................pierre?
...............................matthew?
..............................................Les Paul?
.........................hello?
I just got a hat that has a clover on it, and says "Ireland" hahahaha. I like Irish stuff. It's green. That seems to make sense. aight.
to sleep I must go........oh yeah. it's only about 7:00. I am tired though, I won't sleep yet. I'll wait till at least ten.ok.ok.ok.ok.ok.







Look out, I look out at night,
Planets are moving at the speed of light,"

coldplay.


Big bright stars here. and we got snow on some of the mountains surrounding Vancouver the other day. Pretty cool looking. I wonder how long till it comes down here.

EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!

Sorry I didn't really post today. I was pretty much out of the house all day. I will try to post a good one tomorrow afternoon, and if anyone wants to chat come on then. haha. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! the screen's going blurry because I'm tired, and I need to get all the sleep that I can cause I have to get up early tomorning (haha stealing peter's word. at least I am giving him the credit for it). sometime before six to be vaguely precise. hahahahahaha. ok.

sleep. yesh.
I just walked the dog and the stars are incredibly bright tonight. wonderful.
Once again, I apologize for the lame post, but time does not allow more, so goodnight.

mac

mac is my sister's dog. I don't really like him. I like pierre. But pierre lives in Virginia, so I can't see him very often, but we video chat sometimes. In fact, andrew, I want to see him again. hahaha. I've heard some rumors that pierre might be getting a friend? Or is he being replaced? He can't be replaced. He is far too good at spinning to be replaced. And he can sit happily in one place for longer than I've ever seen any dog sit. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH pierre. Such a troubled mind. Such a sad little dog. He shivered all the time. Hey.....I didn't think of it before......Is pierre dead? Is that why he's being replaced? poor pierre.

.................OH STINK!!!!!!!! IT'S SO COLD!!!!!!!!

Today I was shivering when I awoke, I was shivering on the way to church, I was shivering throughout church, I was shivering when I got home from church, and I would be shivering right now but I am sitting with my back no more than two inches from the fireplace in our living room. Ahhhhh... It's the first time I've been warm all day. I love how if you get really used to living in a place, you can almost feel when the weather is going to change. Par example, this morning I could feel that it was going to rain. Not a physical feeling, more of a sense. There was a sort of tenseness in the air, like everything is pulled so tight it could all just break loose, and that's the way it always feels when it's going to rain. Now some might say that's no feat, because obviously one could look up and see the sky covered in grey for as far as the eye could see and predict rain, but in Vancouver it could be cloudy for weeks and not rain. I predicted that it would rain when I got to church, and it broke loose right as I walked out. HAHAHAHAHa. Probably just really random.

Then later I went and played basketball, and I think I dunked it, although the fellows who played with me will deny it. So I still have to get one that everybody agrees on, but they're tough critics.

That is really all I have to say for now. I won't be around tomorrow morning, but in the afternoon you may see a new post. Or maybe another one later tonight. Aight? ok.

If you can see the stars from where you are, look at them for me, because the clouds here are going to hide them for a while.

to appease my eastern friend.

"time is the cube to which I try to fit my life."

Andrew Gallo.

quote session three

andrew: I'm posting something spantastic."

And I'm the liar.

this post is for postaholics...

I have posted a lot. Dang. I might be a postaholic. except that it's not like I look forward to posting, or get peeved if I can't post, I just have a bunch of time on my hands. hahaha. I want to do school. Somebody ask me a history question. Or here's one you should all know: Who was defeated in the battle of Waterloo? I know. Extremely easy. HAHA. now if any of you don't know it, you'll feel all awkward and not want to admit it. hahaha. I'm joking. haha. Some people might not look for history text books to read for fun. HAHAHA> please someone ask me a question. a good obscure one. please.... come on.

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hahaha. whatever. good times.ummm....... HERE IT COMES NOW!!!!!!!! hahahaha. random thoughts are whirling through my head faster than a fat kid on a roller coaster who has consumed far too many hot dogs. it's making me dizzy. haha. what is everyone doing? enjoying your day? yesh? no? maybe so? hey I'm a poet and I didn't even know it. truthfully i am quite enjoying mine even though I haven't really done anything. hahahaha. for all of you who have not looked at Lorraine's blog, I stayed up too late last night playing guitar and posting on peoples blogs. i posted, went downstairs to play some electric guitar, then came back up a couple hours later (somewhere around 1:00), posted again, then went back downstairs again, played some acoustic guitar, played some classical tabs, wrote a strange song, then finally went to bed at 2:00 or around there. I got up this morning at 8:00, and actually had breakfast for the first time this week. that's pretty huge for me. hahaaha. But now I'm not hungry and will skip lunch. I don't know how, but suddenly I only like to eat two meals in a day. strange. ahahahaha. but i would most certainly eat gwapes any time. by the way....... you got any? hahahahahaha!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! quite good. only because of the randomness. I don't think anyone can tell the whole joke again. it should just be "gwapes?". HAHAHAHAHAHAHA that's funny. very funny. darn funny. ok. I've said enough. hahahaha. I should stop. I'm dizzy. where's that frying pan gotten to.

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I changed my template again, because betty stole my green, and I wanted to be different.

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"Come awake, open your eyes,
You were dead, become alive,
Wake up, wake up, open your eyes,
Climb from your grave into the light.
Bring us back to life."

Davy Crowder-Come Awake.

OH, DAVY!!!!!! That's gotta be my song of the hour. YOU WERE DEAD, BECOME ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!! DEAD PEOPLE DON'T JUST DECIDE NOT TO BE DEAD ANY MORE!!!!!!!!! THEY HAVE TO BE AWAKENED!!!!!!!!!!! THEY CAN"T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR CURRENT POSITION!!!!!!!!!!!!!..............I WAS DEAD IN SIN!!!!!!! AND I COULDN"T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT HE CAME AND LIFTED ME OUT OF THE MIRY CLAY, SET MY FEET UPON THE ROCK, AND NOW I CAN LIVE TO BRING HIM GLORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHING ELSE MATTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA!!!!!!!! NOTHING!!!!!!!!!! NOT THE DUMB TROUBLES AND TRIALS OF LIFE, NOT THE SITUATIONS WE FIND OURSELVES IN EVERY DAY, NOT EVEN DEATH ITSELF, FOR NOW IT IS BUT A BITTER DOOR TO ENTER A MORE GLORIOUS REALM!!!!!!!!!! HAHA!!!!!!! DANG!!!!!!!!! OH WHY DO I CONSTANTLY COMPLAIN AND GRUMBLE??? WHY DO I THINK THINGS SHOULD WORK OUT BETTER, OR ALWAYS TURN OUT THE WAY I WANT THEM TO???? WHY SHOULD I WONDER, OR WORRY ABOUT THE FUTURE????? MY GREATEST NEED HAS ALREADY BEEN MET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW THIS TIME THAT I HAVE LEFT IS FOR HIM, AND HIS GLORY!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA. TO LIVE IS CHRIST. TO DIE IS GAIN. THE ENTIRE EXISTENCE OF MY SOUL IS CENTERED ON HIM!!!!!!!!! IF I LIVE, HE IS TO BE MY OBSESSION, MY GOAL, MY GLORY, AND MY BOAST. AND IF I DIE, HE WILL BE THE ONE THAT I WILL ETERNALLY EXIST TO FURTHER ENJOY, PRAISE, GLORIFY, AND HONOR!!!!!!!! HAHA. HE IS THE REASON WHY I LIVE, AND THE REASON FOR ME TO LIVE. BIG DIFFERENCE THERE. FIRST, HE AWAKENED ME FROM BEING DEAD, AND SECOND, HE NOW IS THE TREASURE, AND GREATEST DELIGHT OF MY SOUL, THE LIVING FOUNTAIN, WHERE I MUST COME TO DRINK. NOT HOPING TO GIVE BACK( INDEED AS IF I EVER COULD), BUT JUST TO RECEIVE, AND RECEIVE, AND RECEIVE SOME MORE, AND THAT BRINGS HIM GLORY, BECAUSE IT SAYS, "LOOK, HERE WAS ONE WHO ONCE SOUGHT AFTER ALL MANNER OF THINGS, HOPING TO SATISFY HIMSELF, AND NOW HE DRINKS FROM THE TRUE FOUNTAIN, THE EVERLASTING CUP OF JOY. HOW DID HE COME TO FIND IT? ONE MIGHT THEN ASK, AND THE ANSWER IS: "HE DIDN'T. HE WAS DEAD. HE COULDN'T EVEN LOOK FOR THE FOUNTAIN, LET ALONE DRINK FROM IT. HE WAS AWAKENED." AND THAT BRINGS GLORY TO CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!! I AM HIS FOREVER!!!! NOT LIFE NOR DEATH NOR ANYTHING, CAN EVER SEPARATE ME. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wow. it's crazy how easily something can really affect you. dang. crazy.
well, if I can, I should at least try to go to sleep.

quite an outburst.

but He is worthy of it!!

to proclaim His excellencies in all the earth is the greatest Joy.

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

ok

goodnight.

three blind mice

I just want to say.....

I wanna fly like an eagle, to the sea"

hahahahaha!!!!!

there's darkness in my skin,
my covers wearing thin, I believe.
I'd love to start again,
go back to innocent, and never leave.

don't give up now,
a break in the clouds,
we could be found.

and there's nothing wrong with me,
it's just that I believe things could get better,
and there's nothing wrong with love,
I think it's just enough to believe.

don't give up now
a break in the clouds
we could be found

rescue is coming
rescue is coming
rescue is coming

and there's nothing wrong with you,
and there's nothing left to do, but believe in something bigger.
and there's nothing wrong with love,
i know it's just enough to believe.

don't give up now
a break in the clouds
we could be found

rescue is coming
rescue is coming
rescue is coming

David Crowder-Rescue is Coming


ahahaha. I don't officially have songs of the week, but if I did, this would be the one.
I diggst it. haha.

Ok.

Hahaha.

"I saw sparks"

haha.

I must stop for now.