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the title tels all of it. so busy.

gone.s

gone to the usa today. to shop. i don't really like to shop. but oh well. have to do it sometimes.

oh_ finally.

Ok, so this is the long awaited post that I've long been waiting to write.
ummmm......well. The Canadian hoser hockey team finally won another game. It was a close one there at the end, but we pulled through in the end.

I'm eating Ketchup Chips. I don't think there are any in the US. Thankfully we have them here in Canadananada.
It was
a little bit
snowy this morning.
Nothing really stuck on the ground.
It was almost more like rain, but I like it anyways.


Hello, Hello.
Olla.
I'm in a place called vertigo.

I felt like quoting that one even though I haven't listened to it in forever.



I'VE been fairly busy of late which is why I've been unable to post. I've barely even been able to get on the computer. It's crazy because I had a long weekend and I've been home a lot, but have hardly managed to get within ten feet of the comp. crazy.t

Aigh.t I shouldst go. now.


finally a post. I was almost feeling bad.

Thinking of getting a new name for commenting. Some options: Heath.

That's just because Ben is getting old, and Nate is against the rules.

out.s



by.e

I won't.

I won't post about the big adventure because Als said she was going to tell the tale.

Ahh. I just whacked the side of my head on the fireplace mantle a few minutes ago and everything is still spinning. I hope I don't get memory loss...I'm absent minded enough as things are.

There's a big lump there now.

Has anything life changing happened to anyone else in say...the last three days?
Because I've been slightly on the short end of interesting happenings.

But I finally found an idea of what to do in college, so that's nice.
I'll leave it to all of you to guess what. haha.
Don't tell them Als, or all of your chick flicks will disappear.....that goes for you too Pam.


Off to get advil.



I'll fly away,
Oh, glory,
I'll fly away.
When I die hallelujah by and by,
I'll fly away.

_ jars version.

Two hops and a skip away from a big squishy chair.

I have nothing interesting to say. It's horrible!!!!! nothing interesting, nothing exciting, nothing shocking....I guess that's nothing new.

I have a finger that's bleeding all over the place.
Better go make it stop.
I was cutting a box the other day, slipped, the knife went swish, and I cut my wrist about half an inch from the vein. Scary. I was a bit concerned. Not so bad anymore though. Everybody at work thought I was suicidal. It took a while to convince them otherwise. haha.

ok.

outs.

I spent the last two hours playing dad's guitar........


Jealousy rises within me.


I want one right now.


hahaha.

joking.

but wow it's a lot nicer than myne.

the tone is so full and sweet.

Ahhhh........


I'm going to go play it some more.

HAHA!.

Application for Birth.

I need to get a new birth certificate so I can come to the US in March. The sheet that I had to fill out says "Application for Birth". It's pretty cool. If I messed it up, I might end up being someone else.....Ben Sczebel perhaps..... hahahaha. It's funny.

I came upon some other olde (ha) writings in a hymn book that I have...well actually my dad and I share it....it was printed 120 years ago this past January in London, and now it's falling apart, but it's stocked with great stuff. I sometimes just sit down and read large portions of it just because I like the way they worded things.

This particular hymn was written by Horatio Bonar.

(_I preserved the Olde English here because it's a billion gazzillion times better than how we talk now_)

Thy way not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be,
Lead me by Thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me.

Smooth let it be, or rough,
It still will be the best,
Winding or straight it leads,
Right onward to Your rest.

I dare not choose my lot,
I would not if I might,
Choose Thou for me, my God,
So I shall walk aright.

Lord, take my cup and it,
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem,
Choose Thou my good and ill.

Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness and my health,
Choose Thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.

Not mine, not mine the choice,
In all things great or small,
Be Thou my Guide, and Strength,
My Wisdom, and my all.



In ALL things great or small. That's what convicted me. I (think that I) leave the big things up to God, and try to work out the little details on my own. Unfortunately that doesn't work because being sinful, I would never choose the right option, which shows that it really is God still working out the details, because I would be in a scary place if it truly was left to me. And I love how suspicious Horatio is of his heart. He says "I dare not choose my lot, I would not if I might.". Basically he's saying that even if he had the option of being able to direct ever part of his life, he wouldn't dare take that option because He knew (though apparently I don't) that he would quickly go astray. Ahh. Horatio. Good thoughts old boy. Cheerio, Chow and the whole rest of it.

out.

What is gnorw with my blog?? It won't allow me to go to the comments page. Considering there's no comments on it I'm assuming that no one else can get there either.

So now i'm posting to amend that problem.
Hopefully.

I led worship at youth on friday. It was good.....I had four hours notice. It was also my first time. \haha. nothing else to say.

On Saturday Josh and I almost died and went deaf while trying to see all the cool stuff in Vancouver.

Today was church, super bowl, street hockey one-on-one (which I won of course, hahahaha, jeremy hangs his head in shame), and now I'm trying to fix my blog problem.

o. u. t. s.

What is gnorw with my blog?? It won't allow me to go to the comments page. Considering there's no comments on it I'm assuming that no one else can get there either.

So now i'm posting to amend that problem.
Hopefully.

I led worship at youth on friday. It was good.....I had four hours notice. It was also my first time. \haha. nothing else to say.

On Saturday Josh and I almost died and went deaf while trying to see all the cool stuff in Vancouver.

Today was church, super bowl, street hockey one-on-one (which I won of course, hahahaha, jeremy hangs his head in shame), and now I'm trying to fix my blog problem.

o. u. t. s.

What is gnorw with my blog?? It won't allow me to go to the comments page. Considering there's no comments on it I'm assuming that no one else can get there either.

So now i'm posting to amend that problem.
Hopefully.

I led worship at youth on friday. It was good.....I had four hours notice. It was also my first time. \haha. nothing else to say.

On Saturday Josh and I almost died and went deaf while trying to see all the cool stuff in Vancouver.

Today was church, super bowl, street hockey one-on-one (which I won of course, hahahaha, jeremy hangs his head in shame), and now I'm trying to fix my blog problem.

o. u. t. s.

I like this.

I was reading a book called "Contemplations" by Augustus Toplady, and I came upon this little thing at the end.
Before the poem is a little info that he wrote about it.

The following Poetic Essay, was originally inserted in the London Magazine, for March, 1756. It was composed when the writer was fifteen years and twenty-one days old. This was before he had any gracious knowledge of the truth.

To a Friend, asking what God was.

Is there a man whose daring hand,
Can number every grain of sand?
Can count the drops that fill the sea?
And tell how many stars there be?
Who shall presume to comprehend,
Infinity, that knows no end?
Who shall set bounds to boundless power,
Restrain Omnipotence, or lower,
Eternity to one poor hour?
Who shall disclose the Maker's plan,
Or dare His secret will to scan?
Shall feeble, short-lived, sinful man?
Believe me friend, thou canst no more,
The vast designs of God explore,
Than Thy short arm can reach the sky,
Or turn the spacious ocean dry.
None but perfection such as His,
Can know the Almighty as He is,
His searchless glory can't be brought,
Adapted to a moral's thought,
His majesty we can't discern,
His attributes we cannot learn,
Till He removes this earthly glass,
And shows His glory face to face.
Vain is the wisdom, vain the skill,
That strives to take away the veil,
That searches every mystery,
While clouded with morality.
God is a theme too great for thought,
An awful something, who knows what?
Be silent, and submit to show,
Respect what thou can'st not know,
Remember what thou art and fear,
This unknown witness, always near.
Search not into His deep decree,
The subject's too refined for thee,
Thou must not ask, nor wish to see.
Cast each presumptuous doubt away,
Consider thou art best but clay,
Whose only province is to obey.

Augustus Toplady

tuesday nov. 23, 1755.

I find it funny that when he wrote the little header piece he didn't say that he was the writer.
Fifteen. That's crazy. I couldn't rhyme two lines together when I was fifteen. Very good though.

I should have posted before now, but...

Whenever I go on the computer for any length of time I check some blogs and comment. The only problem is that I forget to actually post on my blog, which is why I had that last extremely lame post up for too long.

The other problem is that I have to wake up at 5:00 tomorrow, so I need to sleep really soon.

So I'll do a real post after work tomorrow.