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.