Thinking. Yup, I just FELT like blogging. My pastime of filling this website with nonsensical, sometimes deep, sometimes dumb, sometimes sad, sometimes happy content. But what's coming next is what you expect a person to blogging on a rainy and overcast day while home alone.
Little windows pop-up, notifying me of my contacts arrival or departure.
I was just thinking thoughts along the lines of love and relationships. It feels like so long ago that I felt deeply in love with someone. It's scary, at first I thought my denial of my need for someone to love was a big drama thing I made up in my mind because I was hurt. My bad for being too flippant when I was younger. But that creep of a feeling has snuck in and effectively made himself at home. The fact that I can't seem to feel relationship type love for any girl, or my unwillingness to enter into a relationship, just plain freaks me out. Maybe the lack of light in this room has clouded my brain. But I guess that during this time of no relationships, I've grown extremely fond of and close to my Lord and Saviour, Jesus. He's never left me. I've always felt His presence near. I think I needed this time of no relationships to get close to Jesus first of all. If I had entered into a relationship without this closeness to Jesus, I may have forgotten Him. But now that I know him so personally, no one could ever take His place. And one day, I know these hurt feelings will go away. That's what I have to believe.
May my heart open once more without fear of being wounded.
27 May 2005
26 May 2005
And May They Live Happily Ever After 6:18 PM
I'd like to take this moment to wish the best to these newlyweds, Nathanael and Amada. I was unfortunate in not being able to attend their wedding, but I pray God's blessings will rain upon them until they need to dig into their closet for an umbrella. I have not yet had the privilege of meeting Amada, but Nat is an old buddy of mine. More than that, he introduced me to many new things and was my basketball supervisor who had to bear with me pulling him out into winter snow to "play basketball!". He was also my tooth brushing guru, who has influenced my brushing habits up to this day. I wish you many and more happy days, Nat. I pray that God will keep and prosper you both. Congratulations!!!
23 May 2005
Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith 7:28 PM
So as it is, I got to see the final installment of the Star Wars Episodes. Now I have seen the complete set from 1-6. This one wasn't so bad, although some of the acting was pretty crummy, and there were too many "special" effects. Although next time I'll probably stick to watching movies at home. It's not that the giant migrane-giving screen or the deafening surround sound was bad, but there was no pause button so that I could quickly run to the loo. Not to mention those ANNOYING Star Wars nerds, all dressed up in sissy robes (which didn't look anything like a Jedi's) , armed with galactic looking squirt guns, telling me to shut up everytime I whispered something into Sonya's ear, and all the while I could hear their goofy laughing and clapping. Back to the movie: it has some good points, although I think it's sad (stupid) how Anakin has to make so many mistakes which lead him to ruin, sorrow, and the Dark Side. Senator Palpatine is ugly as hell, he should consider a face lift...Yoda, as usual, rocks with his force skills. I want a pet just like him, so it can amuse me with tricks when I'm bored and destroy my enemies. The strange thing about this movie, is that when we went to the nearest theater to watch it, they didn't have it. They instead handed us a paper stating the reasons they weren't showing it. Because George Lucas came up with some arrogant conditions to meet:
#1: His movie must be shown in the largest room(s) of the theater.
Does he think his movie is the greatest or what?
#2: All theaters showing his movie must give him 70% of the income they make on his movie for the first two weeks, and 65% the next three weeks.
As if Georgie doesn't make enough money already.
Poor guy.
Bad pun.
#1: His movie must be shown in the largest room(s) of the theater.
Does he think his movie is the greatest or what?
#2: All theaters showing his movie must give him 70% of the income they make on his movie for the first two weeks, and 65% the next three weeks.
As if Georgie doesn't make enough money already.
Poor guy.
Bad pun.
15 May 2005
Climb That Mountain! 5:56 PM
Ok, so it wasn't really a mountain...More like a rock climbing structure. But it had the same thrill points, like cold wind blowing on my face and getting into my t-shirt, these tiny little "rocks" for grip, and tense muscles. I think I made a lovely picture of endurance, gritting my teeth and mumbling random expletives. It felt great to look down and then just jump, giving me a small heart attack until the rope caught on to my decent. All in all, it was the highlight of my week (because I live a quiet life. No, wait, actually it's pretty darn noisy here, I just jumped out of my skin because someone popped a balloon, but you get the point.). The reason I got to engage in the aforementioned thrilling activity is because we all went to some fair. I also got to eat oranges (Hooray!), watch a pretty swell magic trick, and converse with suprisingly bold 11 and 12 year olds (and their special little friend, who would gnash his teeth, mumble gibberish, then blow me up with his dangerous popcorn launcher. I swear, he's a threat to national security!!) Besides that, I can't remember much of what has happened these past few days...Well, Sonya and her small fry sister are here, making my life more interesting. Pleh, I should be writing my memos to a memo pad (suprising, innit?) to transfer to here later. This site is seeing a major lack of fresh content. Lord willing, there'll be more soon.
11 May 2005
Pshaw 10:19 PM
I feel like a delinquent blogger. Maybe because I am. A sweet little gadget should be invented that you could strap around your head. It would read your brain waves and then send your thoughts to your blog where it will then be converted into text and posted. But until then...It's lazy blogging.
Wordstock 2005 has come and gone, I expect we'll be hearing more testimonies about it soon. This fact brought to mind a little trick we used when I was young; if my family had gone out to a special activity, and if for any reason we couldn't bring my peers, when we came home we'd try not to mention it or brag about it, so as not to make others feel bad.
But we'll still be hearing really inspiring testimonies and personal accounts real soon. I think it'd be only then that I'll start to feel bad that I didn't make it. Up until now I didn't mind at all that I hadn't gone, I was content with staying home and feeling good for those who made it. But as I started to look through the exciting testimonies, with all the jazzed up speech, making it sound like the event of the year (which it was, oh, I'm a sorry left-behind), I started to regret staying home. Broadband tells me I wouldn't want to get left behind. Too late for that now.
Wordstock 2005 has come and gone, I expect we'll be hearing more testimonies about it soon. This fact brought to mind a little trick we used when I was young; if my family had gone out to a special activity, and if for any reason we couldn't bring my peers, when we came home we'd try not to mention it or brag about it, so as not to make others feel bad.
But we'll still be hearing really inspiring testimonies and personal accounts real soon. I think it'd be only then that I'll start to feel bad that I didn't make it. Up until now I didn't mind at all that I hadn't gone, I was content with staying home and feeling good for those who made it. But as I started to look through the exciting testimonies, with all the jazzed up speech, making it sound like the event of the year (which it was, oh, I'm a sorry left-behind), I started to regret staying home. Broadband tells me I wouldn't want to get left behind. Too late for that now.
05 May 2005
Wordstock 2005 10:09 PM
I am faced with two choices:
1: I can either create and post a satirical article on how staying home while Wordstock 2005 is in full swing MAJORLY sucks, or,
2: I can mumble "Praise the Lord..." and nod my head at those who are attending and say "Have a good time".
Have a good time.
My newfound (or maybe it was just hiding there all along) optimism and attempt at being edifying in most things brings me to say those four words. I would have liked to attend, maybe next time. But for those of you who are having trials because you couldn't attend, look at it this way: You are now more like Jesus. He was a man of sorrows (don't try to excuse yourself if you're a girl, "man" meaning human being) and acquainted with grief. No, I'm not trying to be comforting. I'm trying to reason with you in a new approach. (Do you want a hug?)
Well, as you can see, staying home while an explosive camp is underway has driven me a little crazy. But I know I have important things to do here...like...clean my room! Oh yeah, very messy...And, uh...practice guitar! Maybe one day I'll make it to Wordstock as a band member (Hey, I can dream, right?). Anyway, I'm off to quietly sneak through the house to the garbage dump which is my room and find my pillow through the pile of books on my bed.
I thought I'd sign off with an encouraging quote for my benefit: Be so...HAPPY! And: Quacky WAS a duck...(that is, he died.) Maybe it's because of that kid who would "...sit besides him, and give him a snack." If Quacky WAS a duck, and a little duck WAS he, I assume he died a not-so-little duck, which could mean death by over-eating. As a mean to combat boredom, I could get to the bottom of this.
1: I can either create and post a satirical article on how staying home while Wordstock 2005 is in full swing MAJORLY sucks, or,
2: I can mumble "Praise the Lord..." and nod my head at those who are attending and say "Have a good time".
Have a good time.
My newfound (or maybe it was just hiding there all along) optimism and attempt at being edifying in most things brings me to say those four words. I would have liked to attend, maybe next time. But for those of you who are having trials because you couldn't attend, look at it this way: You are now more like Jesus. He was a man of sorrows (don't try to excuse yourself if you're a girl, "man" meaning human being) and acquainted with grief. No, I'm not trying to be comforting. I'm trying to reason with you in a new approach. (Do you want a hug?)
Well, as you can see, staying home while an explosive camp is underway has driven me a little crazy. But I know I have important things to do here...like...clean my room! Oh yeah, very messy...And, uh...practice guitar! Maybe one day I'll make it to Wordstock as a band member (Hey, I can dream, right?). Anyway, I'm off to quietly sneak through the house to the garbage dump which is my room and find my pillow through the pile of books on my bed.
I thought I'd sign off with an encouraging quote for my benefit: Be so...HAPPY! And: Quacky WAS a duck...(that is, he died.) Maybe it's because of that kid who would "...sit besides him, and give him a snack." If Quacky WAS a duck, and a little duck WAS he, I assume he died a not-so-little duck, which could mean death by over-eating. As a mean to combat boredom, I could get to the bottom of this.
Wurdstock 2005 10:09 PM
I am faced with two choices:
1: I can either create and post a satirical article on how staying home while Wordstock 2005 is in full swing MAJORLY sucks, or,
2: I can mumble "Praise the Lord..." and nod my head at those who are attending and say "Have a good time".
Have a good time.
My newfound (or maybe it was just hiding there all along) optimism and consequent attempts at being edifying in most things brings me to say those four words. I would have liked to attend; maybe next time. But for those of you who are having trials because you couldn't attend, look at it this way: You are now more like Jesus. He was a man of sorrows (don't try to excuse yourself if you're a girl, "man" meaning human being) and acquainted with grief. No, I'm not trying to be comforting. I'm trying to reason with you in a new approach. (Do you want a hug?)
Well, as you can see, staying home while an explosive camp is underway has driven me a little crazy. But I know I have important things to do here...like...clean my room! Oh yeah, very messy. And, uh...practice guitar! Maybe one day I'll make it to Wordstock as a band member (Hey, I can dream, right?). Anyway, I'm off to quietly sneak through the apartment to the garbage dump that is my room, and find my pillow through the pile of books on my bed.
I thought I'd sign off with an encouraging quote for my benefit: Be so...HAPPY! And: Quacky WAS a duck (that is, he died). Maybe it's because of that kid who would "...sit besides him, and give him a snack." If Quacky was a duck, and a little duck was he, I assume he died a not-so-little duck, which could mean death by over-eating. With all this time on my hands, I could get to the bottom of this.
Remember, spay and neuter you pets. Amen?
1: I can either create and post a satirical article on how staying home while Wordstock 2005 is in full swing MAJORLY sucks, or,
2: I can mumble "Praise the Lord..." and nod my head at those who are attending and say "Have a good time".
Have a good time.
My newfound (or maybe it was just hiding there all along) optimism and consequent attempts at being edifying in most things brings me to say those four words. I would have liked to attend; maybe next time. But for those of you who are having trials because you couldn't attend, look at it this way: You are now more like Jesus. He was a man of sorrows (don't try to excuse yourself if you're a girl, "man" meaning human being) and acquainted with grief. No, I'm not trying to be comforting. I'm trying to reason with you in a new approach. (Do you want a hug?)
Well, as you can see, staying home while an explosive camp is underway has driven me a little crazy. But I know I have important things to do here...like...clean my room! Oh yeah, very messy. And, uh...practice guitar! Maybe one day I'll make it to Wordstock as a band member (Hey, I can dream, right?). Anyway, I'm off to quietly sneak through the apartment to the garbage dump that is my room, and find my pillow through the pile of books on my bed.
I thought I'd sign off with an encouraging quote for my benefit: Be so...HAPPY! And: Quacky WAS a duck (that is, he died). Maybe it's because of that kid who would "...sit besides him, and give him a snack." If Quacky was a duck, and a little duck was he, I assume he died a not-so-little duck, which could mean death by over-eating. With all this time on my hands, I could get to the bottom of this.
Remember, spay and neuter you pets. Amen?
The Crooked Incissors 6:20 PM
Flo has a new blog up. I enjoyed Hemoblogin while it lasted, but this new blog looks quite promising though. I shall link to it. There.