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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;

仝々〃〆

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.