I think we've all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically.

I forgot how good PoC: The Curse of the Black Pearl really is.

Today was my First Day of Work in over 4 months! Yay! (Boo!)

So I now work at FOL's daycare, officially. They called me this morning and said that 4 people had called in sick, and they really needed me. Well, who am I to pass up work? (h`e h`e) So I get there and the first thing they put me on is the toddler room. There is only four of them, and one teacher, so I was thinking that it wouldn't be too bad. The teacher then told me that it was nap time, and I was to sit beside the kid's cots and rub thier backs till they fell asleep. Piece of cake. (Interestingly enough, I had never thought about rubbing one's back to soothe them to sleep before, but now that I think of it, I would be willing to pay good money to someone to rub my back till I fell asleep. I think it sounds delightful.) Anyway, so I rub the kids of like 45 seconds each, and they all conk out. The teacher then told me that she was past due for her break and it was my job to just sit there and watch them sleep for two hours. Honestly sit there. And watch them. In a rocking chair. For two hours. I'm done with the non-sentences. Wow, I thought, Robby's job isn't even this easy. (Yes, it is) Unofortunatly, some other teacher came and relieved me of my duties and sent me to help with the bigger kids. Then it just turned into a big babysitting job. The End. I'm really hoping I get paid more than 6 bucks an hour. 8.50 would be great, but I doubt it.

" I thought you were dead...."

"So did I for a while," said Ford, " and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. I kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic."
Authur clears his throat, and then did it again, "Where," he said, "did you...?"
"Find a gin and tonic?" said Ford brightly. "I found a small lake that thought it was a gin and tonic, and jumped in and out of that. At least, I think it thought it was a gin and tonic."

One time, in fifth grade, I had to have surgery.

So I just got back from a fun night of ice blocking. Ice blocking, for those who don't know, is pretty much the opposite of sledding. Instead of having something not ice between you and the snowy ground, you have an ice block for a sled, and no snow on the ground. Its fun, I guess, so long as you aren't terribly overwieght, and you know how to steer an ice block. But towards the end, it stopped being fun, and now I'm sitting here annoyed or in a Deep blue something. There's no cake and no ice cream, Happy Birthday...

Wow, was my Dream Strange last Night.

I don't remember all of it, or more than a few seconds of it for that matter, which automatically means it was a wierd dream. Now, before I tell you what I remember, lemme start with some backround stuff. I'm getting over a cold. My nose is pretty clogged. Not attractivly clogged, but relativly clogged. I have the tissues to prove it. Ok next, just outside my bedroom door is the washer and dryer, hidden behind some folding closet doors. My family LOVES to leave these doors open which means two things for me. First, the sound of the washer and dryer is constantly blasting in my room, and second, with the folding doors open it blocks about half of my door. If I was the size of a preteen female olympic gymnast, it wouldnt be a problem. But Im not, and I constantly have to reach our from inside my room to close the doors before I can get out. Anyway, enough backround. What I remember was this. I was floating in limbo, and it was kind of a deep purplish color. I saw a pair of those folding closet doors floating around, and I hear noises coming from behind them. I drifted over to them, and began to open them to see what was behind them. As I was slinding them open, I guess I sniffed in real life or something, and it made a noise much like a door creaking open. This freaked me out in my dream and scared me so bad that I woke up at 1 in the morning. Ummm, yea, thats my story. It probably is the most interesting thing that is going to happen to me in the next few days, so I thought I would share it. It is now my intention to sit here, and constantly refresh this screen, to see when someone leaves a comment. The End

Tonight I'm gassy, who knows what the morning will bring...

Are any of you guys haunted by a number? I mean, is there a number that you see noticably more than all the others? For me it is 1123. Like, for the time, 11:23. Or my dinner bill, $11.23. Or how many gallons of gas my tank stops at, 11.23 gal. And most noticably, my birthday, 11/23. I have begun to count and on an average day I see the numbers 1123 in that order at least three times a day. Its starting to creep me out. At first I thought it was kinda cool, like they were my lucky numbers or something. But now I see that they are haunting me, mocking me, reminding me, of what? I dont know. But I do know this, if I ever turn up dead, with the numbers 1123 etched in blood on my forehead, tell the police, it was the man in the window.

I feel that I've Come to a Crossroads in my Life...

Like, there is a Denny's on one corner, and an IHOP on the other.



I havent posted in awhile, but that is mainly because I now see everyone who actually reads this on a semi weekly basis. So, yea, I think thats it for now.

Stuck in a Moment

I'm not afraid
Of anything in this world
There's nothing you can throw at me
That I haven't already heard

I'm just trying to find
A decent melody
A song that I can sing
In my own company

I never thought you were a fool
But darling look at you
You gotta stand up straight
Carry your own weight
These tears are going nowhere baby

You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And now you can't get out of it

Don't say that later will be better
Now you're stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

I will not forsake
The colors that you bring
The nights you filled with fireworks
They left you with nothing

I am still enchanted
By the light you brought to me
I listen through your ears
Through your eyes I can see

And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it's tough
And you can never get enough
Of what you don't really need now
My, oh my

You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

Oh love, look at you now
You've got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm 'til you discover how deep

I wasn't jumping, for me it was a fall
It's a long way down to nothing at all

You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

Don't say that later will be better
Now you're stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass

And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if your way should falter
Along this stony pass

It's just a moment
This time will pass

Luke, I am your Father.

So, I cant help it. I WANT to see Star Wars. I think it looks incredible. Kevin Smith, a.k.a. Silent Bob, went to a sneak premire last week and broke the movie down on his website. It sounds incredible. He is a big sci-fi nerd, and was very much against the first two new ones, but he says this movie is so great it redeems all three. But he also says that it is really really dark, and not very funny. (WOW, I am gassy...) I just watched Family Guy, and it was hilarious. I got a new job at Daycare, which should be fun and pretty easy. All in all, a very good week. Ill have to tell you sometime about my dream where my best friend was an alarm clock. Not like Andrew was turned into an alarm clock, but it was just a regular old alarm clock. But it WAS telepathic.

I'm Hub McCann.

"I've fought in two World Wars and countless smaller ones on three continents. I led thousands of men into battle with everything from horses and swords to artillery and tanks. I've seen the headwaters of the Nile, and tribes of natives no white man had ever seen before. I've won and lost a dozen fortunes, killed many men and loved only one woman with a passion a flea like you could never begin to understand. That's who I am. Now, go home, boy! "

It's Pretty Cool Being Dead Like Me

So, I got to Desert on tuesdays and thurdays to help with freshman chorus, and I usually stay for Kurt's NT class. He is a wayyy better teacher than I thought he was. I mean, he is fun, but I never realized how well he knows his stuff and the passion with which he teaches it. Today he did a great job explaining the interworkings of love, sex, and marriage, and I think I was the only person who paid attention. Some of the students were playing with bubbles, some were talking, somewhere studing, and some kept asking inappropreate questions about sex. I found most of the time, Mr. Monroe was just talking to me. It is a completly different feeling going to school becasue I want to and not becasue I have to. If I had been a sophmore today, odds are I would have zoned out like the rest of the class. But today I hung on every word he said, and I came away with a better understanding of the bible and myself. I dont know how his class was before I started sitting in, but it seems like he knows I need to learn the stuff he is teaching, and sets forth explaining it until I understand. Its like he and I are just talking, and the rest of the class just happens to be in the room as well. I like him. If I could, I would follow him to the ends of the earth. Or at least to a U2 concert.

Forget Bob Dylan.

I changed my mind. I dont give up. So take that.

You've got to know where your towel is.

So, this weekend rocked. I mean it really rocked. It started with me seeing The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (which I can now type in less than a second) and it ended with me seeing the new Family Guy. YAY! Its back! Wow, and I thought that they didnt lose any of the original humor they use to employ. I must say I laughed quite a bit this weekend. The only downside was that I watched Ebert & Roper to see what review they gave THHGTTG, and they said it stunk. They bashed the movie for a good 4 minutes, and in that time I got so angry that I almost wrote a letter to them calling them ignoramuses, but instead I decided to just ask all of you to boycott them. The anger subsided when Family Guy came on, and the Suns beat Memphis to sweep them in the playoffs. Well, I think thats about it for now. Please go see THHGTTG again and again in hopes that they will make the rest of the series. The End.

Are you a Mexican, or a Mexican't?

Darn! I had a good title for my next post, but I forgot what it was. Shoot. So, anyone who wants to see The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy is more than welcome to join Andrew and I at 10:30am at Park Place. We are going to be the first people in Tucson the see it, like we use to try for in the good old days. Ha HA! I remembered what the title was going to be! What a great movie. tee hee hee.

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	erotic
Your hugs are...	warm
Your eyes...	burn into my heart
Your touch is...	awakening my heart
Your smell is...	exotic
Your smile is...	amazing
Your love is...	everlasting
Quiz created with MemeGen!

Ha ha ha. I would hope that all of the are correct, especially the smells. I have been told that I create some of the most unique smells ever to enter the nostrils. I dont think my smile is amazing though, unless it is amazing how long I can smile, cause I can smile for like days without stoppng...

The original caption claimed this was a sahuaro cactus. I say it is not. What do you think? 

See? Look at the base, it looks like an organ pipe cactus. Someone has lied to these poor children. 

One More in the Name of Love!

One thing that I feel that has really been on my mind recently is how I can make a difference and help people in need in the world. Mr. Monroe has reminded me that we as christians are called to help the poor, the widows and the orphans, we are to offer help to anyone who needs it. It's not only about spreading the news of what is to come in the next life, but bring as much of heaven as we can here on earth. I recently went to www.one.org to check out what they were all about. All they want is your name added to thier list, they arent asking for your time or money. I want to share with you the statement that they want you to sign your name to: “WE BELIEVE that in the best American tradition of helping others help themselves, now is the time to join with other countries in a historic pact for compassion and justice to help the poorest people of the world overcome AIDS and extreme poverty. WE RECOGNIZE that a pact including such measures as fair trade, debt relief, fighting corruption and directing additional resources for basic needs – education, health, clean water, food, and care for orphans – would transform the futures and hopes of an entire generation in the poorest countries, at a cost equal to just one percent more of the US budget. WE COMMIT ourselves - one person, one voice, one vote at a time - to make a better, safer world for all.” I encourage you that if you agree and support that statement that you go to www.one.org and sign your name to that list. They also have bracelets available if you want to make a donation and if any of you would like a bracelet, let me know, and I will get one for you and send it to you. I encourage you all to show support for some sort of world economic reformation, and remember, all it takes is One Voice.

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

Ha HA! Looks like I'm here to stay!

So, my dad found out that he gets to keep his job, thus meaning we get to keep cable, and a place to live. A great stress has been lifted off of both of our backs, and now life can return to normal. It is now my intention to read for several hours.

An Epic Reaches the End of its Era...

Due to a lack of finances, I guess our cable is going to be shut off for awhile. And possibly our water, heat, electricity, and anything else we have to pay for to use. So, I guess until later, So long, and thanks for all the fish!

What's in a name, or, most more accuratly, whats in my shoe?

I have nothing to post, so, how bout another MAGIC QUESTION. Why does the Platypus lay eggs? Extra credit if you once again mention Volkswagons and strawberries in your answer.

Bono said he likes the desert....

Here is the play list from the concert:
Love and Peace
Vertigo
Elevation
Cry / Electric Co.
An Cat Dubh / Into the Heart
City of Blinding Lights
Beautiful Day
Miracle Drug
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
New Year’s Day
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bullet The Blue Sky
Running to Standstill
Pride in the name of love
Where the Streets Have No Name
One

First Encore:

Zoo Station
The Fly
Mysterious Ways
All Because of You

Second Encore:

Yaweh
"40"

"40" is what they end all of thier concerts with. after the main song is over, the crowd sings the chorus "How long to sing this song? How long to sing this song? How long...how long...how long..." Over and over as the band members leave the stage one by one. It was really cool because even after they were gone and as everyone was walking to thier cars in the parking lot, you could still hear groups of people singing. The second encore was different from the rest of the performance because it was focused on worship. "40" is based on Psalm 40, and Yahweh is a song about offering yourself to God. Though the whole arena certainly wasnt Christian, during those songs I saw quite afew people worshipping. It was really, REALLY cool. If any of you have even the remotest chance of seeing this Vertigo concert, I HIGHLY reccomend you do it. It will be one of the greatest things you will see in your life.

Here is the really cool lit walkway. The entire visual experience was incredible. Lights of every color, dancing around to the music. 

And another. When Bono played the drums he looked like Andrew, dancing around the drum as he hit it. 

And another 

Here's another 

This concert was incredible. They had a lighted walkway that extended into the crowd, as you can see in one of the pics. Bono was so funny and cool. KMo and I had a fabulous time. 

Freedom has a scent Like the top of a new born baby's head

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Indescribably incredible.

You make me feel like I could fly so high, Elevation!

In honor of my getting to go see the greatest rock band of all time with one of my favoritest people of all time, this post is dedicated to all things U2. First a brief history:
In 1976, Larry Mullen Junior posted an advertisement on the notice board at Mount Temple High School for people who were interested in forming a rock band. Out of the group came Bono (Paul Hewson), Adam Clayton and the Evans brothers David (christened by Bono as "The Edge") and Dik. Although the group could not play very well, they nonetheless declared themselves a band. And so Feedback was born. However, the name was not kept very long and they were soon known as "The Hype"In autumn of 1977, the band performed at a talent contest at Mount Temple high school where they were well received. However, after the performance, Dik Evans left the band to join the Virgin Prunes, and the band's name was changed to "the Hype". Dik left citing a difference of opinions in the way the band was heading between him and the members - "They became very intense about it and I wasn't, it was almost a generation gap type of gulf between us. I just didn't fit in, the attitude more than anything".Their first break came in 1978 with a win in the Harp-Lager Talent contest in Limerick, 1978. This came as a shock to the fledgling band as Adam explains "I think at the end of the day, it's because there's a spirit in the band that comes across". The prize was 500 pounds, and a recording session at CBS Sony.In the same year, the band had changed their name again, this time to U2, a name suggested by Steve Averill, the lead singer of The Radiators from space who later designed the band's album covers. Bono commented on the decision of the name - " we called ourselves U2 to take ourselves out of the category of the Sex Pistols, the Clash, even Led Zeppelin- so that people would hear the name and say "What sort of band would that be then?". This unusual name also provided the band with a brilliant marketing tool for promoting themselves.
What they leave out is the part where in the Irish wilderness the band gets confronted by God, who makes them play for Him. And as a reward for thier service, God promised that U2 would never have a bad album and that they would live longer than normal men. And to Bono, in return for a promise to use his fame to help the world, God inspired him with the album The Joshua Tree which would become the greatest album ever composed.
Thats what I think happend. I've also heard good arguments that U2 sold thier souls to the devil for thier success but I refuse to believe that could be possible. WOW, I'm going to get to see U2 LIVE in concert. WITH Mr.. Monroe. If I had gotten a job this week too, this could have been one of the greatest weeks of my life. sigh... Im excited. I need to sleep, cause tomorrow is a big day. Ill take pictures, and until later, Ciao!

A great man once asked " What is considered funny?" The answer; "Ted Kennedy in a dress, a briefcase in the shape of a fish, and words that end with the letter K."
And now, some quotes in which we should all live by.

The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre and that I am therefore excused from saving universes.

One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continuously stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in It's a nice day, or You're very tall, or Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you all right?

Charming man. I wish I had a daughter so I could forbid her to marry him...

He was experiencing the aural equivalent of looking at a picture of two black silhouetted faces and suddenly seeing it as a picture of a white candlestick. Or of looking at a lot of colored dots on a piece of paper which suddenly resolve themselves into the figure six and mean that your optician is going to charge you a lot of money for a new pair of glasses.(this revelation was life changing to me, thats for sure)

Arthur: You know, it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.
Ford: Why, what did she tell you?
Arthur: I don't know, I didn't listen.

"Please relax," said the voice pleasantly, like a stewardess in an airliner with only one wing and two engines, one of which is on fire, "you are perfectly safe."

It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.

Number Two's eyes narrowed and became what are known in the Shouting and Killing People trade as cold slits, the idea presumable being to give your opponent the impression that you have lost your glasses or are having difficulty keeping awake. Why this is frightening is an, as yet, unresolved problem.

He picked up the letter Q and hurled it into a distant privet bush where it hit a young rabbit. The rabbit hurtled off in terror and didn't stop till it was set upon and eaten by a fox which choked on one of its bones and died on the bank of a stream which subsequently washed it away.
During the following weeks Ford Prefect swallowed his pride and struck up a relationship with a girl who had been a personnel officer on Golgafrincham, and he was terribly upset when she suddenly passed away as a result of drinking water from a pool that had been polluted by the body of a dead fox. The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the letter Q into a privet bush.

There's an old cat saying that has particular relevance here, and it goes like this: We are all gonna die!

Sir, I am programmed to relinquish my life. That's why the Mechanoid 4000 series was voted "Android of the Year" five years running! I have as much interest in saving my own life as a chronically-depressed lemming.

THIS is my shiny thing. And if you try and take it off me I may have to eat you.

LISTER: The red, green, and blue alert signs are all flashing! What the smeg is happening?
KRYTEN: Well, either we're under attack, sir, or we're having a disco.

KRYTEN: So, what have you been up to, sir?
ACE: Nothing special. Saved a couple of universes, overthrown a few dictatorships, turned down a heapful of marriage proposals, and had my highlights done.

LISTER: But Rimmer, he asked for you. He obviously feels some sort of bond.
RIMMER: The only 'bonding' I want to do with him involves a tube of superglue and a rabid hamster!

We have lost the finest, the most dedicated vending machine repair man the Space Corps - no, no - the *universe* has ever known. No one ever pressed for a Coke, and got oxtail soup and orange juice by mistake on *his* shift - well, actually, that's not true: we all did but what the smeg, this is his eulogy.

KRYTEN: What about the way you look at him?
KOCHANSKI: What way?
KRYTEN: I've seen the way!
KOCHANSKI: *What way*?
KRYTEN: Like he's a pot of cottage cheese with pineapple chunks in!KOCHANSKI: (aghast) How could you say that..? I have *never* looked at him like he's a pot of cottage cheese with pineapple chunks in! Maybe, once or twice, plain cottage cheese, but never, *ever*, with pineapple chunks in! Never. Never! [beat] Have I??

LISTER: Computer senility. Such a weird condition.
KRYTEN: I know. I had a mechanoid friend once who suffered from the same affliction. His name was Gilbert, but he preferred it if people called him "Rameses Niblick the Third, Kerplunk Kerplunk, Whoops, Where's My Thribble." A sad case.

Rimmer: Since when were you interested in a trouser press? You care less about your appearance than a member of the Dutch royal family.
Lister: No, I was thinking: if we got moved to a cell with a trouser press, we could make cheese toasties.

HA HA HA HA HA HA, wow, I feel alot better now. the first set of quotes was from the book trilogy The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Whoever correctly names what the second source of the quotes are wins all my stuff.

What a day this has been! What a rare mood I'm in! Why, it's almost like being in love! There's a smile on my face for the whole human race! Why, it's almost like being in love!
No, I haven't acutally found a girl, I'm just in a really good mood, and this song best describes it. And it is the song they play at the end of Groundhog Day, which I just finished watching. Well, I think I should end short tonight, becasue I have to get up tomorrow and find a job. I know, I know, thats what I've suppose to have been doing for the past two months, but really, Ive been watching Star trek in my underoos.

Cant think of a title....

I admit it, I'm annoyed a people tonight. Honestly, no one in pacticular, just pretty much the whole human race. No real reason either, maybe I'm just grumpy and looking to pick a fight. If that is the case, Im screwed, cause no one wants to fight me. 'Cept my brother, I can always count on him for an excellent duel. On a completly different note, I am EXTREEMLY ticklish on the front of my neck. Like, I cant let ANYTHING near my neck and sometimes, I'll fall asleep holding my neck in my hands for fear of someone tickling me in the night. Neck tickles and spiders. And Pretzels. If ever you need to torture me, let a spider crawl on my neck, holding a pretzel and Ill tell you whatever you want to know and then, odds are, I'll wet myself and die. I pride myself in staying cool in most situations, but if a spider gets near me, I will flip. And if a hand gets near my neck, I will either bite it, or punch the person it belongs to, reguardless of who it is. Bethany can vouch.
Meanwhile, in freshman chorus, they are learning a song called The Lamentations of Jerimiah and it is way cool. It is all in Latin, and 19 pages. Man, I wish iI was singing it. The guys complain " I cant sing latin" or " its too long" or "you cant play the piano worth beans" and I WISH that they were a choir serious about music. Most of the girls are, but the guys are seriously lacking motivation. Ok, I'm gunna sleep now. I wanna leave you with some good lyrics, so gimme a sec....

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 it 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

Hoy es domingo y es la dia para hablar Esanol.

Me gusta saber otras lenguas. No hablaba espanol para dos anos o mas. Pienso que yo requerdo como hablar espanol. Hablaba es mi palapra favorita. Mi boca esta contenta quando yo digo "hablaba". Ummm, pienso que estoy listo, porque tengo nada mas par dicer, menos que mi corazon tiene dolor. Hasta Luego!

Starting March 29th, Shat happens...

So, there is this AWESOME show in Spike called Invasion Iowa, staring WIlliam Shatner, and i have to tell you, it is by far the funniest show I have ever seen. (Except Red Dwarf) Its probably only funny to me, and anyone else who has ever lived in Iowa, but man, the show is great. For those who dont know what Im talking about, it is a show about Shatner and crew who go to Riverside, Ia to suposedly film a sci-fi flick. Everyone from Hollywood plays some sort of overdone steriotype(?) eg: Ditsy blond starlet, pain in the butt producer, wild womanizing stunt double; you get the idea. So, the show is about how these simple Iowans enteract and deal with the cast and crew of the "movie" they are "trying" "to" fi"lm",., Its great. Its marvelous. Its hilarious.I reccomend everyone watch it, and or dl it off the internet or steal a tv or something, cause it is well worth seeing.
Steph, I would move to MI, but to be honest I know so little about it. The main question I do have though is do you guys hate the people that live on that part that is connected to Wisconsin? I think I would, Id call them Canadien wannabe's, and insult thier butter toast.

Where's the Reset Button?

Would it be considered running from your problems if you just started your adult life over in some place where no one knows you? You know, new place to live, new job, and have to make friends all over again. Its not that I dont like where I live, or who my friends are or anything, its just I feel that I have come to some sort of impass in the growth of those relationships and my own growth. Take Andrew for instance, he has been my best friend since kindergarden(no joke) but now, becasue of school and work, we see each other maybe once a month. When we do hang out we have a great time, and still have a lot in common, but where can the relationship go from there? Relationships are suppose to continue to grow arent they? And what do you do when there is no where left for them to grow? I had a really strange thought today that since I dont care about make huge amounts of money, that maybe I should just work for a church or something. Afterall, working to spread the Gospel is the most important thing we are suppose to do, right? I'm not saying I suddenly want to be a missionary or something, its just I want to do something far more important with my life than deliver flowers, or answer telephones. I really dont know what I'm thinking, its just I have to decide what to do with my life by May 31.
Current desktop image: Lauren Fagan Cray, quite possibly the most attractive female I have ever seen in person. And pretty much all around perfect in all other areas too.
Current song playing: Drunken Lulabies by Floggin Molly

Luke 24:1-12

una autem sabbati valde diluculo venerunt ad monumentum portantes quae paraverant aromata
et invenerunt lapidem revolutum a monumento
et ingressae non invenerunt corpus Domini Iesu
et factum est dum mente consternatae essent de isto ecce duo viri steterunt secus illas in veste fulgenti
cum timerent autem et declinarent vultum in terram dixerunt ad illas quid quaeritis viventem cum mortuis
non est hic sed surrexit recordamini qualiter locutus est vobis cum adhuc in Galilaea esset
dicens quia oportet Filium hominis tradi in manus hominum peccatorum et crucifigi et die tertia resurgere
et recordatae sunt verborum eius
et regressae a monumento nuntiaverunt haec omnia illis undecim et ceteris omnibus
erat autem Maria Magdalene et Iohanna et Maria Iacobi et ceterae quae cum eis erant quae dicebant ad apostolos haec
et visa sunt ante illos sicut deliramentum verba ista et non credebant illis
Petrus autem surgens cucurrit ad monumentum et procumbens videt linteamina sola posita et abiit secum mirans quod factum fuerat

"Reggie's got the ball at the top of the key..."

Oh my goodness. I am very upset about today. VERY UPSET. First West Virgina looses after having an incredible shooting performance. I felt bad for them, because I wanted to see Rick Patino lose, and becasue they shot like 67% from the tree point line. But that I got over. The most horrible thing was the idiotic last play called at the end of the UofA game. Mustafa dribbles around and we rely on an over guarded Hassan to make a three pointer?? I refuse to believe that was the play Lute came up with. I personally wanted to see Salim dribble around, and Frye and Radenovic set screens on Hassan's man to free him up for an alley-oop dunk at the buzzer. THAT would have been cool, and it had a way better chance of working than Hassan's off balance vomit. I'm ALSO upset at the fact that the "neutral" court they played at was in Chicago. I understand giving the best team as much advantage as possible, but why have them THAT close to home? Surely MSU or Indiana's court would have been sufficent. But now I'm just whining. I also got way sick of seeing Bill Murry every ten seconds. I like his acting, he is very funny, but now, he is so old he looks dead and slightly decaying. Where was the shot of Amanda Beard and Jenny Finch cheering on the UofA and gently cuddling with each other? Now thats something everyone would WANT to see. Ugh, I feel terrible. And poor Salim, having a terrible shooting night. But that would have been ok, we did stay in the game without his scoring, if we had just gone to what had been working for us the whole time, INSIDE SCORING. sigh, I have to go. I'm depressed, sad, and slightly gassy, and I have to be presentable for Easter tomorrow.

Salim Stoudimire shoots the game winning shot over two defenders with 2.8 seconds to play. 

Look at the beauty of the desert. how could anyone not want to live here? If you look really hard, you can see me wayyy in the backround, and if you look REALLY hard, you can find Waldo. 

War, It's Fantastic!

I'm baaaaack! So, after not feeling clever in the slightest for the past week, I finally felt I should update ya'll on how everything is going. So, Spring break is just about over, and everyone is leaving again. I guess it is time for me to find a job.(ANDRE IGUODALA JUST GOT A TRIPLE DOUBLE!!) So, not having a job this past month has allowed me to really focus on what I want to do with my life. I found a website that lists just about every goal a person could have to their life, and I will give you guys a few that I want to achieve. 1. act in a movie 2. affect at least one life of a complete stranger for the good 3. assist my wife in developing her dream 4. at lunchtime, sit in your parked car w/sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars 5. attend a concert at carnegie hall 6. attend a final four college basketball game 7. attend oktoberfest in germany 8. attend the birth of my grandchildren 9. backpack europe & america & new zealand 10. be a mad scientist 11. be a regular blood donor 12. become a master swordsmen 13. become fluent in mandarin, french and spanish 14. beg for spare change wearing an ascot 15. be the most wonderful man in the world to my wife 16. build an igloo 17. celebrate my 100th birthday 18. coin a phrase 19. contruct a wax statue of myself 20. convince anyone to get a tattoo of my name on their butt 21. experience weightlessness 22. fight a gorrilla 23. find amilia airharts plane 24. follow u2 around on tour for a month 25. get $100 in ones and watch the bank teller count them as I say random numbers(is that mean?) 26. get a listence to kill 27. get a middle name 28. go a weekend without saying a word 29. kiss the blarney stone 30. sing the national anthem at a major league game. Well, that is a small insight into some things I would like to do before I die. I encourage you to read over the entire list, and see what goals you would like to achieve http://www.colourcountry.net/random/thingstodo.txt.gz And now, I have the horrible task of waiting for the UofA game to start. t-minus 5 hours, 47 minutes, and counting...

No Rest for the Weary

Ugh, I think I over did it this morning. I did laundry, went to freshmen chorus, and stood and sat up too much. Now, my back is killing me. I think I'm just going to lay here, and think about God's Will for my life.

sheesh. Posting pictures on this thing is harder than pulling teeth. And this is the only picture I'm posting, doesn't quite seem worth all this trouble. 

How Much of Human Life is Lost in Waiting?

And so, here I lay, waiting, ever waiting. I'm bound to be able to walk down the stairs sooner or later. I was watching the Truman Show. I forgot that was my favorite movie. Here are some memorable quotes, Truman Burbank: Somebody help me, I'm being spontaneous!
and Christof: Cue the sun! and this one was good Truman Burbank: Was anything real? Christof: You were real. That's what made you so good to watch... This one my freshmen English teacher had a field day with Christof: We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented. But now, I am going to go pee, wish me luck; and in case I dont see ya, Good Afternoon, Good Evening, and Good Night. *throws up arms to form a cross, and exits stage left* (sniff)

I've fallen, and I cant get up.

So, today I went to help a friend of a friend move. It wasnt going to be too much, she was hiring movers for all the furniture, she just wanted help with a few boxes and paintings. My dad and I agreed to help, and we showed up around 11. Well, the very first thing I go to pick up is a Persian rug, and as I am lifting my back suddenly feels like it got stabbed. I freeze. The rug drops, and shooting pain flows up and down the left side of my body. My left ear goes deaf, and my eyes unfocus. Im pretty sure my spire had been ripped out. Well, it wasnt, but the pain didnt go away. My dad had me lay on the floor on my back, to try and rest it. Ugh, I couldnt move it hurt so bad. The most I could move below my belly button was wiggle my toes. I took that as a good sign, and a bad sign all in one. Cause, truthfully, it isnt good when the most you can do is wiggle your toes. So, I laid in this womans living room on my back, stareing at the ceiling for the better part of seven hours. I did alot of thinking in those seven hours, and I began to wonder something. But first, a quick tour of this house. It is a wonderful 4 bedroom house, that sits on the crest of one of the small hills near Sabino Canyon. It is worth over 1 million dollars. It has a wine closet, that has an old bank vault door. It has dozens of paintings from the late fourteen hundreds, some real and some very good copys. EVERYTHING in the house just breathes wealth and possesion. So, as I was slowly becoming the latest throw rug in her living room, I watched her run around fretting as all these thing were packed up and put in a moving truck. And I realized that this house was not the dream I thought it was for me. Since childhood, everyone dreams of having the nicest car(or several), the biggest house, and the most expensive things. Today I truly realized that I dont want any of that. Sure a Jaguar is a great car, but even if I could afford one, I probably would still own a buick, and do something BETTER with my money. Ha, my money. I dont care about money. I only want enough money to pay my rent, and car insurance. I dont want extra. To me, there are far more important things in life than getting the best house. Im not saying I dont like expensive things, or I think they are bad, its just I would rather my money benifit others, than sit on the wall as a painting that no one ever looks at, or be a bunch of bottles of wine that are worth too much to drink. (500 bucks a glass for some of the wine she owns!) Matthew 6:19-21 — “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” And who wants to leave their heart in a Jaguar, that odds are, your kid will crash anyway.
So, Im not laying in bed, incapable of moving. My back still hurts terribly, and I pray I wont have to pee anytime soon, like within the next week. Cause, honestly, I dont think Im going anywhere for awhile.

Like sand in a hour glass, so are the Days of our Lives.

Im really sorry, but I dont have anything to talk about or post or anything. So, Ill just post a question, and let you give your answers and why. If a shark were to fight a bear, who would win? Bonus points to whoever names all the types of bears and sharks they can think of.
Bethany won the question I posted last week. Of the two answers that were given, I laughed at hers more.

How Long Must We Sing This Song?

Today I sat through Mr Monroes New Testament class. I'll give him this, he is suprisingly passionate. Which makes for interesting lessons. One minute he is laughing about baby puke, the next minute he is near tears with concern for the downfall of mankind. He has a much different(and I think better) teaching stype than Mr Walter did, and I think I would have learned more from Kurt.
I wish I was cool. When I have my suede jacket on, and I'm cruzin in my Jeep, I feel cool. Unfortunatly, the second I step out of my Jeep, I become some awkwardly large goof who rambles too much on his web blog.
Robby got a job working at the Coors beer bottling factory. He doesnt know quite what he is going to do yet, but he is training for forklift use, so, probably driving a forklift. He is also working the night shift, so he gets an extra 26% per hour. AND when he turns 21, he gets like 4 cases of beer free a month. Not that Robby would go for Coors, he is more high class than that, but it is still an interesting benifit.
Curret song playing: Sunday Bloody Sunday, by U2

And now, I leave you with a question, If Oklahoma turned into a giant raging volcano, would anyone notice? More importantly, would anyone care? Extra credit to the person who encludes strawberries and a volkswagen in their answer.

T-minus 7 hours and 50 minutes....

9:11am
Good Morning everyone! I think I am just going to leave this blog going all day, and then publish it at the end of the day, so you guys can get a feel for how my day went. So, my dad left for Pheonix this morning. He didnt however, give me the key to lockup. So, I guess Im kinda stuck here, waiting until he gets back. I think I'm going to straighten some papers, Ill be right back.

9:50am
Well, Ive answered the phone twice, its been dad both times. He wanted to apologize because he was really grumpy this morning and yelled at me alot. Its ok, this meeting he is going to is pretty much him begging to keep his job, so I understand he is very stressed. I was smart enough to bring a flashcard with some of my favorite songs on it, so at least I have some tunes. Ive cleaned quite a bit too, so now I just get to sit here and read the paper.

10:12am
Wow, Im bored....

11:25am
Had a few more phone calls, took two payments. Man, I'm tired. I sit right in front of the window, and it is kinda hypnotizing to watch the cars drive by. I suddenly want to eat Eegees. For those of you who dont know what that is, it is a sub sandwich place like Subway, but they also serve wierd slushy stuff that is addicting. AND they have ranch fries.

11:50am
Hungry.... I cant leave cause I dont have the key to lock up. And some guy wanted me to fax him information that dad changed a couple months ago, but it looks like the computer didnt save it, so I have to call him back and re-get all that info from him. I dont think he will be happy.

12:46pm
That was kinda stressful. Since I dont have a key, I asked the secretary next door to watch the office till I got back, she said she would do it, but didnt sound happy about it at all. So, I had to go to two places, and there was alot of construction and traffic, and I was on a time restraint to get some file work done. I got everything done, unfortunatly, the fax number he gave me was incorrect so he is going to call me and complain that I didnt send it. sigh, I hate working here. Ok, I dont HATE it, I actually kinda like it. But it is just so closely entertwined with bad memories, Id rather stay away from it. Which is hard sometimes, casue you can make a BUTT load of money being an insurance salesman. P.S. Eegee's tastes REAL good, mmmmmmm. www.eegees.com if you want to see what they are all about.

1:27pm
Its almost been an hour since I typed something, and I bet you are thinking alot had happend. Well sorry to burst your bubble. I actually have just sat here, staring at the computer screen for the last 45 minutes. My dad had said that my uncle was going to start coming in and working from three to seven everyday, but I hope he doesnt come in today. I dont know what to have him do. I want a nap.

2:29pm
I would lay down on the couch here, but everyone would be able to see me. I would play video games, but everyone would be able to see me. AND BECAUSE OF A REALLY STUPID MIRROR, I WOULD GO TO THE BATHROOM, BUT EVERYONE WOULD SEE ME! yea, thats right, through the magic of mirrors, if you go to the bathroom in the back room, you can be seen plain as day from the lobby.

2:59pm
I have discovered the magic of solitare!

Hamlet Act 5, scene 2 Lines 56-74

You are a fish, not a Cigar, for tis the truth of time that stars eat rocks and other sorts of laminated brine. Mine eyes have seen the comming of the glory of the Lord. He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored. My cousin is not a piece of wire, nor a velvet cow, that one would eat a boulevard as something to endow. In thine own minature cattleprod it doth a greater thing consume, that were it to be made a Gordon, and in all things Be Shiny.

Wow. Tears well up in my eyes everytime I hear that. More insperational words have never be uddered. That is from the lost scene in Hamlet, where he defends himself from the attack of the Irish Pirate. And it works, cause the poor pirate is so confused and scared of this blabbering baffoon that he leaves.
So, Im working at my dads office today, and Im bored to death. There is NOTHING to do. I just sit here and answer the phones. The sad thing is, I dont know what to do once I answer the phones. So, in essance, I am pretty much a human answering machiene. I cant look up policies, I cant give quotes, I cant even give directions. I just write down thier name and number, and what they want and what time they called. I guess my dad doesnt want to have to write all that stuff down himself later when he checks the answering machiene. The REALLY sad thing is, the phone has only rang twice, and it was my dad both times, wondering if anyone had called. I guess I could just put all the papers he has on his desk in different piles, and say that I sorted through them. My dad would never actually look at them, and odds are he would just throw it all together in some box later anyway, but at least it would look like I did something.
Ha! I just had to take a payment. The guy handed me 283.35 and I wrote on a piece of paper that he gave it to me and signed it. whew, I think I desirve a break. The only highlight is my dad bought 16 boxes of Girlscout cookies, so I can just pig out on those.
So, 5 hours down, three to go. I forgot how wierd time feels when I sit here. I may ask dad if I can work like 10 hours a week for him, and then he just not charge me for rent. I think that is a fair exchange. And, it would give me lots of time to work on my Jeep.
Jeep update: Mark and I spent a few hours

WARNING

The post below is not funny, humorus or satirical in any way. It is an extreemly deep and personal post. Read at your own risk.

And Then There Were None...

No jokes tonight. No funny lines, no clever puns, not even a jib or a jab. Tonight Im not in the mood. This is the most depressed I have been in months. Which makes sense because I had been taking my pills regularly up till last week. My bad for deciding not to. (Dont worry, I started taking them again, Ill be right as rain in a few days). My dad is very much agaisnt "modern medicine" so I have to leave the pills in the car and take them in there. I havent drvien anywhere in the past few days, and I never remembered to go out and take them. So, yea, I take pills for depression, bet most of you didnt know that. Not a lot of people know a lot about me, and thats the way I like it. I hide behind others, always changing the focus off of me and onto someone else. But I digress. Everyone has been depressed before, to some sort of degree, and for a variety of reasons. A family member dies, your boyfriend breaks up with you, and other such normal depressing things. It will stay for awhile but eventually it will clear up and go away. Like acne. Gross. I, on the other hand, dont "get' depressed, I AM depressed. Doctors say something in my brain doesnt produce chemicals or something, and the pills give it a boost. So, without the pills, I just am depressed. Let me paint you a picture. Surounded in darkness, no heat, no light. So cold and dark. And yet, it is all inside you, you are an empty shell, void, and full of nothing. Light hurts, so you turn off the lights. Sound hurts, so you close your doors and windows. Food hurts, so you dont eat for days. You dont want to move, moving takes too much energy, and you need all the energy you have to try to warm yourself on the inside. But you cant warm yourself on the inside. You wrap in blankets but you can still feel your core shivering. So cold. Seeing hurts, so you shut your eyes. Talking hurts, so you keep quiet. You want to talk yourself out of it, tell yourself that it is a beautiful day outside, God did great today, so go and embrace life! But you wont believe yourself. Crying hurts, so you stop crying. Thinking hurts, so you stop thinking. Breathing hurts, and you think, If I stop breathing, Ill die. But then you think, it would be better to feel nothing at all, than to be cold... So cold, so dark. The darkness creeps over you, enveloping and swallowing you whole. Your last thought is, I wish I could stop the cold. And then, nothing.

Thats me falling asleep, not sufficating myself. So, for those of you who I have now scared the pants off of, dont worry, I havent killed myself yet, and Im not planning on it anytime in the future. And, so long as I take a stupid pill everyday, my days are perfectly normal, and I really am the happy go lucky guy you all know me as, instead of me putting that on as a charade. Now, Im not looking for pity, or anything like that, I just felt that I had to share this for some reason. Maybe, to help me better understand myself.

The thing we think we think we think....

Ok, People think wayyyyyyy too much. Believe me, I do it too, though I'm trying to stop. Lets say for instance, I start up a conversation with you by saying "I hope I brought my library card, cause I'm checking you out." Would you think I was seriously trying that pickup line on you? Please! First of all, I would NEVER use a pickup line on a girl for real, cause that just isnt the way I roll, and second, wuold ANY guy in his right mind seriously use that line?? I hope not... I want to get one thing clear to anyone who knows and interacts with me, what I say, I mean. If I say I dont like you, then I honestly dont like you. If I say you are my friend, you really are my friend. If I say goodnight, sleep well, that means I acutally hope you have a good night and sleep well. Wow, straight forward honesty, what a concept. Sorry, thats my little rant for the night.
In other news, I have decided to get an iPod, I think. But even now, as I type that, I have just decided against it. So, never mind. Poo. I think iPods look cool, and you get get them laser engraved with whatever you want on the back for free. But I guess they dont work with Napster, which I was planning on subscribing to. Hmm, I seem to have run out of things to say. Well, I will update you on the job search tomorrow, untill then, Carry On, Mr. Bowditch!
Current desktop image: U2 underneath a Joshua tree.
Current Song playing: A Praise Chorus by Jimmy Eat World

Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me.

Is it sad that I check my own blog for updates, hoping that someone else more clever has already written an entry for the day? K, I know it's sad. The title for tonights post is the title of a U2 song that as far as I know, you can only get on the Batman soundtrack. I think it is a fabulous song. I also think Evanescence is under-rated, thier music is REAL good. Wow, I find myself suddenly very tired, so I think I will end this short today (crowd cheers) Who am I kidding, not even enough of a crowd read this.
Current desktop image: Crete in winter, absolutly beautiful. Most certianly my Honeymoon destination.
Current song playing: Celebrity by Barenaked Ladies(another GREAT band)

The Penitent Man Will Kneel

So, girls have PMS and childbirth. What do guys have to deal with? Oversized egos? Now I know that this is how God made us, I just don't quite understand why. I really think guys get off easy in the life department. Of course it isnt a cake walk, Im not saying that, its just males insides dont try and cook itself every month, and the biggest problem we'll ever have pushing anything out of us is if we're constipated. So, I think thats my little rant. Moral is, I just think its kinda unfair, and I feel sorry for all the lady-types out there.

http://www.funpic.hu/swf/numanuma.html go there, please, you will laugh til milk comes out your nose, I promise. The Monroes invited me over for dinner sometime this week, so that is something to look forward to.
I was wondering, if I drive around a cool looking jeep, will I be cooler and get all the ladies I want? I'm thinking yes, but honestly, my views are slightly off the norm.
But now, I had 32 glasses of melonade, and I must pee, Ciao!

Teddy Graham Memories.

Wow, it took me a good 30 minutes to figure out how the heck I write another one of these things. At least it was a good 30 minutes, I dont think I could write if it had been bad. So, tomorrow I'm going to see if I can be hired for a taxi company. Thier ad says I can make up to 1000 bucks a week, whuch is fantastic. They also had a job posting for a dispatcher, and that might be fun. Really, I dont care what I do, so long as it pays more than 8 an hour. Wow, a thousand a week, think of all the things I could do....*Dream bubble* Why yes Mr President, I'd love to loan the US a couple trillion to help us out of debt. *POP* Like I would ever loan anyone a couple trillion... Well, maybe the Monroes. Anyway, I'm wearing a yellow shirt today, which, for those who know how I dress knows that this must indeed be a special day. Well, it is. Today is Valentines Day, the day we celebrate the senseless killing of all those poor people. Its kinda funny, dont you think? Such a violent event leads to the national day of love. And really, today is special only for couples anyway. I mean, what am I suppose to do today? I'm not bitter or anything, I just dont know what to do today. Maybe Ill go for a walk. Or maybe Ill... do nothing,cause there really isnt anything for me to do here by myself. Ohhh, I know. I bought a book the other day. Ill read that.
Oh yea, in case people were surious, which, I dont know why you would be, but, anyway, my current desktop image is: a fake Masters diploma.
And current song that is playing: Stacy's Mom! ha ha ha, I love this song. Ill admit it, when I was younger, I had a crush on someones mom. Not saying who though.
I just noticed that I can change the time and date of when I posted this. Im not sure why this option exists, but I just may have to use it more often. OHH!!! I forgot the most important thing about today! It's my conception day! Thats right, 21 years ago today, my parents made me. And Happy Conception Day to little Iain too. And to anyone else who was born between Nov 5-20th. How do I go about celebrating this? I mean, its a pretty important day, but what in the world to I do to celebrate? I guess just mentioning it here is enough.
So, Robby just called. I guess he is torn between two jobs. He can either join some investing firm thing, or, he can get a job loading kegs into a semi at the Coors factory all night long. I said go with whatever makes you happy.
And on that note, ladies, gentlemen, I bid you to do tonight whatever makes you happy, as long as it doesnt interfere with anyone elses happiness. So long, and thanks for all the fish!

Thus Spake Zarathustra!

So, I thought it might be good if I started writing on one of these things, help me share my ideas, and vent my frustrations, etc.
Hmmm, where to start... well, here is where I am now. I have no job, I'm running out of money, I don't have time to work on my jeep, and I don't know what to do with my life. And believe it or not, I'm the happiest and most focused I have been in years. I want to be a teacher, in fact, I need to be a teacher. This much I know. How I'm gettting there is uncertain. I did find last night a college that awards degrees based on life experience. you say what degree you want and they interview you to see if you would qualify. Now, I know I don't qualify for a Masters in anything, except bad jokes, but I think I might be able to get an Associates in something, lol, plus for an extra 50 bucks, you can have on your diploma Magna Cumme Laude, to make it look more impressive. So, I could always do that, if I get desperate. Or if I want a whole bunch of degrees in different things. Idealy, I would like to move back to Iowa, and go to Dordt part time and have a job part time, but I dont know if they would take me back( Darn you Ron Rynders, DARN YOU!)
So, I have really big shoes. I like my shoes, they are those big black Sketchers. Ive had em for two years now, and they are starting to fall apart. I need to find another pair of them, casue they fit me like no other shoe has. And, as they say, when the shoe fits, wear it.
Wow, that was bad. Umm, I cant really think of anything more to say right now, though Im sure in about five minutes I come up with a whole bunch more boring stuff to talk about. So, Untill next time, Same Bat time, same Bat channel!