I have a blog!

Restating the obvious can be very funny.

Today was an interesting sunday. I woke up a bit late (6:45am), then went to Tim Horten's for a bagel on the way to church. I arrived at the building and chilled out (that's unusual) while everyone else set up because I can't carry much with my crutches, until the sound board was out. When they finally got the Board out, I plugged everything in and then went and was hanging out on the stage when my dad walked up and said "So......you want to play electric guitar this morning?" I laughed and said sure, but I didn't think that he was serious until he came back and told me to hitch a ride home with my cousin Marty to get my guitar. It was cool, considering it was my first time ever playing in the band. Then we had a guest speaker named Bill Farley who spoke about God's passion to bless. One thing that stood out to me was when He talked out our generally inaccurate views of what God's blessing is. We tend to think of God's blessing as material things, when in fact His blessing is Himself. It's funny to think about how I could be the poorest, most sick, and most persecuted person in the world, but be blessed far more than some that lived comfortable lives. That's because trials bring us closer to God, they make us rely on Him with a trust that is much less easy to have when we are comfortable in our current position. It made me think about my ankle and how God is blessing my life through the injury. True I might not be able to walk on it for several months, but those are several months that I will be able to spend unfettered by a regular job and mostly at home where I'll have lots of time to spend with Him, and that is a blessing.

"The cross is the Mount Everest of God's blessing. All His other blessings are just mole hills in comparison"

Bill Farley
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out.

P.S.

"But the legend of the rent was WAY HARD COOORRRRRRRRRREEEE!!!!!!!!!"

"Now raise your goblet of rock."

School of Rock.

hahaha.

Big escalators are fun.

Not good at all.

This is how things stand: today I went to the doctor to see if my foot was broken.....it isn't broken, but it is a severe sprain, which needs to be immobilized for at least another week (meaning the splint and the crutches remain), and possibly for up to a month, before I can even begin to try to walk on it again. That's pretty bad, considering that it means I can't work for at least 4 weeks, and probably more realistically 6. And then as if that wasn't fun enough, the doctor and his students told me he was also referring me to some other doc because he thinks that I might have muscle damage which will need some repairing (meaning surgery).


There it is.

Ugly.

out.

I miss travelling

Maybe it's the warmer climes or maybe it's just breaking the normal routine.

out.

Good night, and Good luck.

watching it tonight.

A very good movie.

Directed and co-written by George Clooney.

Based on a true story about a news anchor in the fifties who spoke out against the Mcarthy trials.

Very good story, and a good message in the end about our motives for even watching TV.

out.

I CAN"T WAIT FOR THIS WEEKEND TO BE OVER!!!










I"M GOING CRAZY!!!!!!!




oh yeah, I forgot....I was always crazy, this week/weekend is just bringing it out.


out.

Still Crutching.

Easter Production to film tonight. I had to end up training an apprentice to shoot the moving shots because I'm gimped and can't get around much faster than a turtle who's torn his ACL. Then I have a wedding to shoot saturday. Then church on Sunday.
Then hopefully on monday I'll get back to the doc to see what's going on. I should have taken a picture of it when i took the splint off this morning. It was huge. Kind of like when Joby was blowing up those rubber gloves, except my foot isn't rubber.

It's crazy how hard it is to just get around. I don't really like it. for instance, if am in my room (in the basement), and I want to get something upstairs, it takes a good ten minutes. AAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


oh well. I have to chill today. I've been working it too hard.

outs.

Propped up.

Yesterday began as any typical day does with an early morning ride to work, 8 hours of work, and a warmer ride home in the afternoon. I played my guitar for a bit, as usual, went to a rehearsal for a wedding we're shooting saturday afternoon, and prepared for the first exhibition game of the soccer season. We were playing our arch nemesis team (the other team from our church) FC International, and it promised to have some intense action, and a very lopsided victory for FC Inter. The game began with an early goal by Danny Woelders for Inter, but then the Red Army began to fight back, controlling the ball and having some quality chances against Inter's goal keep Mike Woelders. As the first half was winding down I switched up to midfield from defense because Doug was getting tired out. being full of fresh energy I chased down Inter players and stole the ball, and passed and what not until about two minutes before halftime. I was chasing an Inter player who had the ball. The ball bounced up in the air and we both jumped and tried to kick it. As I was flying through the air, I seem to recall seeing my right foot go flying out from under me, then I hit the ground and heard "crack". That is never good to begin with, but it's often the pain that comes after which is really tough to deal with. So basically my ankle was messed up, and the prognosis on the field was that it was most likely a sprain, though later on when I went to thee hospital, someone said it's possible that it could be a break. After getting X-rayed and waiting a very (very) long time to see a doc, he basically said that he couldn't see an obvious break, but couldn't rule out the possibility of it, so he put a splint on me that runs from my toes to just below my knee, and told me to see another doctor today. I went to see that doctor this morning, and he basically said the same thing, thinking it was a sprain, but not ruling out the possibility of a break. He told me to prop it up lots this week to bring down the swelling, and to see him again in a week. He said if it's still really bad after a week, then he said he'll probably have to cast it whatever it is.


So there's a few things I have to work out now, like how long I'll have to be off work, and how I'm going to film a wedding reception by myself on Saturday night, and stuff like that.

But God is good, and unfortunate things like this don't change that at all. If anything I need to adjust my point of view to see that anything apart from hell is grace, and this isn't less than I deserve, it is in fact far more.

off to get some Ibuprofen.
out.

WHAT'S wrong WITH me.

I don't know why I haven't posted of late.
I've been commenting but posting never really entered my extreemly (haha) distracted brain.
I'm headed off to a rehearsal for Crossway Community Church's Easter play "The Look". www.whatsthelook.com.
It's our biggest production yet, with almost fifty actors/background people. I'm not really doing anything because I have to miss the first showing of it filming a wedding reception, then the second night I'm filming the play.

so I need to run.

check out the site.

Ba Ba Ti Ki Di Do.

sigur ros.

the EP.

.........

Actually I'm supposed to be fixing something for Als, so I won't post right now.

sor
e.

Summer is in the air.

I smell it coming....
haha.

Three good David Gray songs that I've been listening to:
Shine
Babylon
Please Forgive Me

He sounds very irish.
But he's from Wales.
not Ireland.

sorry that this is so short.
out
u u
tuo

mdg)).

my dream guitar.
I'm jealous davie.



custom made just for the hoser.
it's called "the crowdster".

dang.

p-a-n-a-s-o-n-i-c

that's the type of fone we have, and it's sitting right beside me right now.
I almost feel like writing a song about the phone just being there on the counter, not ringing or doing anything interesting...but I'm not going to.

I feel like finally I've caught up on sleep and recovered from snowboarding. It's a good feeling. haha. it's been a couple days of pain from the snowboarding, and a few weeks of sleep depravation, so it really does feel nice to be back to having some enerG. (that was lame, but it was a bit of a joke on the EmergenC that we had in el paso (which was supposed to make you healthy, but I was sick the whole time I was there.).).


Hmm.... I don't particularly know what else to write.

Ah yes, I have to find some kind of career and go to school for it, or else things aren't going to be very cool..
Here are some of the suggestions I've had so far:

Architect (crazy amount of schooling involved)
Mechanical Engineer (??)
Teacher (I would be bored way too fast)
Lawyer (I do happen to be good at arguing a point, but there's tons of school, and paperwork involved there too.)Jack Bauer's replacement on 24 (I think this one has the most going for it)
Forensic Scientist (gross I would think)
Flight Attendant (HAHAHAHA!!! actually I just made that one up for a good laugh...for myself.)
Rock Star (errrrr...."it's like this....RAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH.......and then raise your Goblet of Rock")
Film Director (most likely won't happen)



As you see, I'm in the doghouse so to speak.
More suggestions are always welcome.

A day in the life of a rhetorical question about whether or not flying squirrels really fly.

In case you were wondering (and if you read it I presume you are) the title has nothing to do with this post. and thank goodness too, because it would take me a year to write something that made sense about that.

Today my father and I went snowboarding/skiing.

I don't ski, he does.

He doesn't fall, I do.

I think I fell about ten times all day ( ok I'm minimizing it a bit-maybe twenty ) which was good for me considering that last time I fell about two hundred times. But he didn't fall once. Crazy.

I took a bunch of jumps and proceeded to have a full serving of snow up my nose, but I landed a few and was so stoked (I'm using snowboarder language because I feel like one right now) that I would fall about a hundred feet from where I landed, get another nose full of snow, then jump up with a rather large smile on my face and want to go back and do it again.

now i'm sore and tired.

and my arms feel really weak and floppy.

I don't know why.

What happened in old El Dusto.....

Well there were several things that happened.
We went to White Sands and pioneered a new form of having fun there.
We got ID'd almost every place we went.
We slept very little.
We filmed a wedding.
We danced (or try to) to a wide variety of musical styles.
We were almost both recruited to the local worship team.
And...

We got delayed in Dallas twice.


That's the short of it.

Internet is slow right now so I'll give more exact details later tonight or tomorrow.

Off to El Dusto

Won't be posting till Monday because (thankfully) I'll be somewhere warmer than Vancouver.


Au Revior.

Irish Folk Songs, Scotish Party Songs, Nandos, Pubs, and messed up films.

hanging out with Steven. I don't know why I always get the jobs that include walking on glass roofs. Not cool at all. But the movie will be.


Bjorn.

a new blogging name.

I found an icelandic name for myself.


Bjorn Patsson.


I have no idea what it means though.

It's funny how they do the names in Iceland. Like my last name would be Patsson because I'm Bjorn, Pat's son. then if I had a kid named Eustace, he would be Eustace Bjornsson. Hahahahahaha.

good fu.n.

One other funny thing I found-

sigurour is the most popular name for boys in Iceland, and the second most popular name for girls.

it would be really weird if people named their kids after themselves.

Sigur Sigursson.

Sounds like an Icelandic super hero.

Snow.

snow_ is_ cold.

ha.

I just found my old house on Google Earth.

I wonder what my name means in Icelandic.

An obligatory, and long awaited post.

I didn't say that the post was obligatory because I didn't want to post it, but because I really don't have two buckets full of time to spend writing it.

Now with that over...

This is what I've been up to_

I have previously shot down the band "Relient K" as a bunch of hosers imitating their secular soundalikes "Blink 182" but this week I learned their song "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been" and I'm kind of softening my former criticisms. I like the hectic punkish/popish style of guitar playing. fun stuff.

Work. Nothing interesting there.

El paso Next week. Thank goodness a break from this cold and rain. consider the forecast in Vancouver for today and tomorrow: Rain/snow with 70-90 kph winds. not nice weather at all. it makes one want to sleep in front of a fireplace all day. Personally I hope that it's 100 degrees there.

Sam says hi.
Kayla is ill.
Josh is working.
Pam is working.
Als is working.
Dad says he's working but he's probably having a meeting at Starbucks and I have a hard time calling that work. (joke).

Ok.

Should go.

Sam says he's tried really hard, but he can't be patient waiting for me to go play hide and seek with him.

outs/

a movie night.

Just watched the newest P and P, then Unbreakable. Both really good.
I was sick last night and only got about three hours of sleep before I had to get up at five, so today has been a very long day, and now I need to go sleep.

too little time.

sorry.
very.
indeed.

two lyttle tyme/

work/hockey/band/music/stuff

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.

%.

I have no comment about Josh's post about boarding today.

σut.

Some by me, some by others who've been dead for a few hundred years-

No wrath that I can share,
For you have borne it all,
Suffered each grief and care,
To save me from my fall,
And on Your thorn-crowned head,
And on Your sinless soul,
My sin and all it's guilt was laid,
That You might make me whole.

In perfect love You died,
For me! You died for me,
The Lamb's one precious sacrifice,
That sets the guilty free,
So in each time of need,
Before Your holy throne,
Your works, O Lamb of God, I'll plead,
Your merits not my own.

I like it. Probably because it has other people's thoughts in there. I don't think I've ever really liked anything that I've written all the way through. I like bits and pieces, but not the whole thing. That's why I like co-writing. Co-Writing with dead people is good too. Except that they need to work on giving input. Even if you trash their work, they don't say anything......

ok, that's probably a good thing.

I wouldn't want Isaac Watts coming after me.

haha.

YOUR WORKS!!!!

NOT MINE!!!!!

YOUR MERITS!!!!

ahh. I love that. that's one of the parts I didn't write. thank goodness too, because I would have been overly proud of it, and then the goodness of it would be greatly lessened.

Friday tomorrow,

an early morning, but it's the end of the week so I don't kare.

goodnight.

Tooooooooomorrow, I love ya!

I didn't watch that movie.....ever......really........ok I might have.......but it was a long time ago.
I'm getting up to take my Dad to the airport tomorrow morning BEFORE work, meaning I will get up at three thirty or some insane time like that, drive with him there, drop him off, the drive back to work. It will be killer fun.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, you heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Another day to (attempt) to bring Him glory.

CHOCOLATE MILK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'd rather fly.

I tried to make wings. Not many years ago. Maybe two. For any Eteamers who happen to recall Marty's house where the barbecue and sundae night was held, you might remember a large shed in the corner of the backyard. I made wings. And I jumped off the shed. My feet began hurting soon afterwards. Never give up, I said, and attempted the feat a few more times. It was fun in a sort of painful way. I knew it would never work, but it was nice to now be able to say that I've tried. That must be why my knee is so gimped.

I think I'm going to resurrect the experiments on wireless electricity. I give up far too easily to ever create something good.

out.

A good day.

I passed a drivers test today. B.C. has dumb driving laws, and I wasn't able to drive all that much. Now I can drive all I want. Niceness. After that I drove down to work and had a nice short day. Sweet.

In the words of Russel James Miles Bergman-Oh Bother.

I had to take the bus home from work. It took longer to come than I expected. Then I got off a couple of stops too early because I was thinking about something in my head, and not really thinking about reality, which is something I do sometimes. So then it was a decision between waiting an hour for another bus or walking three times as far as I would have normally had to. I chose walking, so I set off down the street saying such things like "Why are you so stupid?" and "Idiot!" and "Hoser!" and such things. But it was more in a joking mood than in a angry mood. I was actually quite chipper. But I don't want to do it again in the near future.

out.

A 30 second trip to the USA.

On saturday Josh and I went for a random drive hoping to find some randomly interesting thing. We headed to one of our favourite routes-0 Avenue. 0 Avenue is the street that runs directly beside the border into the US. There's no fence, because most of the time there's just forest on the US side, but we went further along then we usually do, and we came to a spot where there was a US road, a ditch, then the Canadian road that we were driving on. The american road was paved different. It had a mph speed limit. There were little farm houses with American flags on one side, and there were little houses without Canadian flags (we're not quite as patriotic.) on our side. Being rather intrigued, we puller over. We decided that we would run, jump the ditch, and take a picture of each of us on the other side. It was a bit intense. We were a bit worried that some border patrollers might jump out of the water in the ditch, shoot us with some tranquilizer darts, and that we'd wake up in an American prison.









Some random pics of a random trip.

26 days of rain.

If it rains for two more days we'll break a record that has held since the early fifties. It has rained for 26 straight days. Every day. In North Vancouver there are suburbs on evacuation alert because they are built on a hillside that might decide to turn into mud any time. It's strange. Maybe it's how long I've lived here, but I really like the rain. Every morning when I go into work it's raining (really hard), then when I get off it's raining. If we do break the record, I think I'm going to start celebrating the 29th day as a random Vancouver holiday. I'm going to call it Rain Day.

Out.

A slight bit of creepishness.

I just finished watching the movie titled "The Others". Creepy. It was actually really well made, and the acting was great, and although I'm not a huge fan of creepy ghost movies, I thought this one was pretty good.

Well, another day tomorrow, another 5:20 morning, a Canucks game (and hopefully some pizza to go along with it) in the evening, then the weekend. I like the weekend. It makes me laugh to think that I should still be a student with half a year of school left, and tests, and exams, and homework to do. Another funny thing that I just thought of was that I think I learned more in grade 5 then I did in all of highschool. At least in terms of usefulness that is. In highschool they just repeat the things you already knew with small variations.

Dang! I have an fairly intense pain in my right leg right now. I don't really know what it is, it just came suddenly. Owww!!!! It feels like a muscle cramp except that it's not going away and it's running all the way down my leg. Actually it aches more than a muscle cramp. Cramps are more of a sharp pain that comes and goes quickly. This is more dull and achy.

oh well.

I'm going ot peels.

Listening to Sigur Ros-Rokklagi> / The Rock Song [Live in Reykjavik 1999]

Sweet.

I think you can download it free from their website.

Scales.

I just had a guitar lesson tonight, and I am going to try to be more disciplined in practicing scales. I hate scales. It's not that I dislike what you can do with them, but to just go up and down monotonously drives me half insane. Oh yeah, I'm already half insane. So if you add another half of insanity, that makes me go completely insane while doing scales. I was just doing them for the last half hour. After a while I don't think at all, and it's just my fingers moving, and my brain trying to drive the noise away. But I'm horribly undisciplined when it comes to practicing what I should practice, so I'm going to fight through it.

hahaha.

Tomorrow will start at 5:30, so I'm going to head off to dreamland. Then after work.......-........more scales.

goodnight.

The Man in Black

Man In Black - Johnny Cash

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

All right Johnny.
Sweet.

Ok, who likes Johnny Cash's music?
I've heard some don't like it, but I can't understand that.HAHA.

He has a hymns CD out.
It was his last before he died.
All the songs sound the same, but it's good.

I keep forgetting that I've already checked my email. I've checked three times while I've been on the computer. Not because i'm expecting emails, but I keep forgetting that I've already checked.

What a hoser.

I make time to post on other blogs, just not my own.

HOSER!!!!!!!!!

Think of an army guy yelling and pointing his finger at me. Not a Canadian Army guy though, because Canada has no army.

Why don't you USAers just take us over. Less hassle with conversions and borders.

As long as we could still be Canadians though.
I don't mind being in the US as long as I'm still a hoser.

out.

I had a bad morning.

I woke up and painfully turned over to see the alarm clock.....

7:20.

My brain took a few moments to figure it out.

7:30.....wasn't I supposed to be at work at 6:00?

........AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah. Badness. Lets just say that I woke up at 7:20 and was at work by 7:30.
I didn't eat breakfast. And I couldn't eat anything all day because I had a blood test after work.
So I didn't eat anything for 20 hours straight. So I was hungry. And because I was late I didn't take any breaks. So the day seemed to take a long time.

But it was a good day.


hahaha.

goodnight.

it's a new year.

Yes, 2006 is finally here. 2005 has officially been kicked out of the office that it dominated for, well, the last year, and has been replaced by a newer model. I'm not generally one who cares much about the New Year, because I'm really not one who thinks about it. Usually when this time of year comes and goes I think very little about the fact, which sometimes leads to what happened tonight at my cousin marty's house as it became 2006:

Marty-well, now it's 2006.
Joe-what?......I thought it was 2007.

yeah. I don't pay much attention. and it really doesn't help that all the car companies put out commercials that show "2006" cars before 2006 even comes around. hosers. So because there's 2006 cars driving around in Vancouver, I thought that at the new year it would be 2007. dumb or dumber? I can't decide.

But because I have a blog, and because I haven't done any well thought out posts on it lately, I think I'll try to think about it a little this year, and write down what I think. Hopefully it won't be frightening. haha.



I guess the place to start would be a quick look back on 2005.
First of all, as often as I hear it, and as often as I think of it, I'm still amazed that Christ would die for me. And then not only that, but that He would guide me all the way home. Looking back, it is incredible to see that sure 2005 had it's bumpy patches, but through thick and thin, even when I gave up, Christ never let go. Not only did He not let go, but he used my occasional letting go as an example to further prove His strength. His love inspires my will. If I was following something that had no desire to guide me, then my will to follow would be greatly lessened. But the fact that I know (and He has proven) that He has a far greater will to guide me even than mine to follow Him, that creates a greater desire to follow. I love to look back and see that. It's like walking up the stairs of a skyscraper. every few floors you turn and look out the window and every time you see a bit more of the city. You know you've been there, but you couldn't see it all until you got further up. And when you see it it turns your attention to what is more important than what you were doing when you were there.

Hmmmm....let's see. other good 2005 things....ok. here's a few.

1. Virginia trip in february. Good times. Andrew, Peter John, the metro, spaghetti at 4:00am, Worship God Live, Steven, Duke, White Lip, the cattle, Rope, Attachment, Steven Altrogges, really grossly seasoned fries, and Covenant Life. Yeah, good times definitely.

2. Vacation on Vancouver Island. Also good times. Two weeks of blowin' cash on golf and hanging with the family.

3. Soccer. I probably shouldn't mention this. It wasn't life changing or anything. But i sure enjoyed the season even though we didn't win a single game, and I can't wait till next season.

4. The Eteam. I decided before I got to this point that I wouldn't go into details about all the crazy/good things that happened while you hosers were here because they have been stated on this blog before, and it would take a long time to recite them again. Basically I'll let it suffice to say that I've had few weeks in my life that would rival that one. few. not none. just so you don't all think I've never done anything. the VA trip might have been another. But it's harder to have weeks like that without even leaving town. AH I can't leave without at least pulling one joke from the grave-HOLY CREPE!!!!!

5. CrossWay Cup. THE YOUNG PEOPLE FINALLY WON!!!!!!!!!!!!! And despite having several breakaways and good chances I failed to score. DANG!!!! hahaha. there's always next year.

6. Forgot to mention this earlier, but graduating high school was cool too. Wasn't a major deal though. Mostly all I cared about was passing my French final. With that out of the way it was smooth sailing.

That's not all, nor even most of the interesting things that came about this year, but that's as far as my brain is willing to go right about now.



now for 2006.

I don't make New Year's Resolutions. I don't think I ever had. Mostly because even though I try not to be, deep down I'm wretchedly cynical and I don't think that anyone who ever made a NYR ever actually went through with it.
But things I'd like to do this year, and things already planned are:

1. New Attitude. Already registered. will be incredible.

2. El Paso in march. Tickets booked. But it's all business. hahaha. well hopefully I'll at least get to go to Chico's Tacos. and maybe Chick Fila.

3. Possibly filming a Live CD/DVD for cousin Greg Sczebel in March as well. Who knows, nothing set in stone yet.

4. I want to go to Ireland. If I get a big raise (unlikely) Maybe I'll get a ticket and go there for like three days.

5. All you Floridians know if I could get down south I would. we'll see.

6. Need a car.

7. I don't know what to put here. I just wanted 7 points. hahahaha.

8. Want to write a screenplay and make a full length film.

9. Want to write a really long poem. REALLY long. Like 20 pages. About the history of redemption.


once again not an exhaustive list, but those are some of the main ones that quickly jump to mind.

A few shout outs-

eerrrrr.... maybe not. It's too late. hahahahaha.


well Happy New Year.

And Goodnight.

Or Good morning I guess.

out.

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.