Return of the Conference Posting

Today was a groundbreaking day. Before today I had doubts about whether or not this conference would change me. I am now happy to report that I am leaving this conference a changed person. We heard the president of Campus Crusade for Christ speak about a number of topics: his history, crusade movements, bigwig Christian plotting pow-wows and other really huge news about what they see God doing on a global scale. For example, The Passion of Christ. Most of us have seen it and most of us know that Jews left the movie theatre saying Mel Gibson is the most anti-Semitic destroyer of Jewish faith since Hitler. So what good could come of this? Anything? Guess who started watching this movie as a result of all their bickering? The entire Muslim faith! They started it in 1 theatre, the line for the movie went around the block, and so they eventually had to open all 10 theatres only showing The Passion of Christ all day. Why in the world could this be? Because if the Jews hated it, they wanted to know more about it! That was just one little piece about what God is doing in the lives of us as a nation. So today Drew took a picture of a rent-a-cop and me at the mall...who was on a Segue (the scooter you stand on)...wearing a shiny silver helmet. Please excuse the temporary absence of pictures; they will be posted when the camera, cables and Internet are all in the same room (the internet is only free in the lounge. Yeah, annoying). Hot stuff. Word to the late nightness, I just had 2 cups of espresso. I'm going to regret that tomorrow morning.

Christmas Conference Continues

Well I have officially finished the second main session and one other workshop on “Dating by Faith”. I really liked the speaker from the Dating by Faith, I didn’t really hear anything new, but the guy was really funny. I suppose it’s a good thing to have the really important stuff beat into my thick skull as much as possible. I must say the main sessions are really very good, but mental memo for tomorrow morning: brew the coffee that they give you for free. You need it for the 9:00 AM session. I also greatly enjoy just taking part in a conference and not attending the ever productive and informative staff meetings. To be quite honest, there are parts of the worship that I really enjoy and parts that I do not. The drummer is this 60 year old Arnold Schwarzenegger look-alike with nearly perfect rhythm and an endless amount of fills. The rest of the group is great, but the leader just lacks something. He seems nervous sometimes. That really makes me uncomfortable. He should take some lessons from Todd Proctor. Makes me miss the BNYC worship, I really think they do a better job. We’ll see how that goes. Little bit of drama within our group, SB went up against the staff in protesting a $13 mandatory dinner and sort of got told her opinion didn’t matter. We shall see how that unfolds. So far the experience has been great and I’m looking forward to what God will be doing in my life. I wish I had pictures for you all, but I gave my 512 MB card to my little brother for a Christmas gift, so I am without. Rock on.

Arriving on the Scene

We just arrived on the scene of Christmas Conference and only after 1 run around the complicated 1 way streets and a 3 block run in the mild rain from parking we are safe in the lounge of the Westin Hotel. We may yet see signs of life here in Indianapolis. There are tons of people from all over north eastern USA, so that’s exciting for people who have done breaks and stuff like that. However, I haven’t yet had the pleasure. Right now Chris is talking to Sarabeth and I don’t like it.

Chinese Men...and snow

First of all, this is too funny for words. Hannah, I think you especially will get a kick out of this. In my dorm room, I'm the guy in the background. All I have to say is I hurt after watching this.


The show is falling in Berea and the finals a wrapping up. I feel pretty confident about them personally. Guess what? Sarabeth and I took this picture from the second story window of my dorm. Funny story that goes with. My camera has only a 10 second timer, so after I focused it, I booked it down the stairs. I heard something but didn't think anything of it as I flew into the blustery cold. We looked up at the camera, saw the flash and I immediately dashed back to the door thinking, "I bet I dropped my keys." Alas, I must improve my dashing skills. For inside the door sat my keys until I called my roomy who let us in. It's the small stuff that makes a night.

7 Of Everything

OK Guys, It's not my fault, Allyson made me do it.

1. Seven things to do before I die:

Parachuting (hopefully not the last thing I do before I die)
Eat steak for 1 day all day
Get married
Understand at least 15% of female emotion
Become the best at something
Beat Chad in racquetball and chess (racquetball BEFORE he gets older..er.)
Get a new cell phone

2. Seven things I cannot do:

Throw left handed
Become pregnant
understand my roomy's taste in music
explain God
Remember my dad's birthday, How awful is that? I went to the pharmacy today and they asked me and i felt like an idiot.
Read military time in an orderly fashion
touch a doorknob or metal without getting a static shock

3. Seven things that attract me to my girlfriend
(in no particular order)
The way her voice sounds when I'm feeling sad
Her passion for Godliness
Her amazing sense of commitment and perseverance
Do I say she is incredibly hot, beautiful or cute? I'll just say all three and be safe.
She actually thinks I'm funny
The way our hands fit together
Her smile

4. Seven things I say Most often

"Oh Gonnesssss"
"Robby..you girl..why you sleeping"
"FIDDLESTICKS THIS STUPID JUNK BW CRAP CONNECTION GET ME A DIAL UP MODEM BLAHHHHHHH...GAAAHHHH!!! if i was a swearing man right now it'd be bad" (This is usually said on the hour every hour after BW's incredibly pitiful network causes me to die on the field of battle.)
"Oh wow"
"That's true"
"oofah"
"BW IT help desk, this is Joe"

5. Seven books/series I love

The Lord of the Rings
Chronicles of Narnia
The Scarlet Letter
The Sun Also Rises
The Great Gatsby
Curious George Goes to the Zoo
Boy meets Girl

6. Seven movies I'd watch over and over again:

The Count of Monte Cristo
Napolean Dynamite
The Star Wars trilogy
Beauty and the Beast
The Emperor's New Groove
Finding Nemo
The Princess Bride

7. I'm only going to tag 3 people, hopefully they'll do it.
Sarabeth
Luke
Kevin (i'm pretty positive he won't do it, but he may prove me wrong)

Awkward IM Moment of the Week

I returned to my room to find:

[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: i love you!
[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: ooops
[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: lol
[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: sorry
[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: wrong window
[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: meant that for my boyfriend
[12:41] Kelsey Pyne: haha

Another weekend of life

What a great time. Friday, I spent some awesome time hanging out with oh, the coolest people in the universe. Tim, Kev, Claire, Terry, Diana, the marvelous and talented Sarabeth and I watched Sin City. I must confess, it was a pleasure having Tim on board because he was able to cue us in for the “avert-alerts” for the 2 nud scenes. We had originally planned to watch it at Tim’s house but since there were so many of us, Tim’s dad got kind of scared and told us all to go away. This is acceptable, because it was his birthday. This brought to mind a fabulous idea. Throw a surprise party for someone and arrange for all the party guests to be people that the birthday boy doesn’t know. That would be a true surprise party. We then went to Claire’s house, because she lives right down the street.

Saturday morning I spent in my bed, till about noon when I went swimming with my little bro. Afterwards we went to Applebees with some friends. From here I ventured to the house of the Vollerman. After a few well matched (Chad never loses) chess games and painting some window sills, we eventually made our way over to the Andrews. We were going to watch a movie but we just ended up talking and playing with the dog. After Chad left at 9:00 for his old man bedtime and Hannah had passed out on the floor cuddled up with Rory, the men went to work. Oh yes, working till late into the morning were Joe and Luke, slaving like madmen over the BNYC video. We discovered by way of pictures that Luke needs to be more adament about posture while editing video. Pretty smelling candles...mmmm....saving grace...

This weekend I said goodbye to my little brother for the first time ever, really if you think about it. He’s in the air force right now and is at this moment actually traveling towards Texas for his basic training. He is going into the linguistics program, so he’ll know how to speak either Korean or Arabic. Probably Arabic he thinks. So Sunday morning in church was a touching time, as he said goodbye to friends, church family and real family. I salute you brother.

Then Sunday night came which meant the first A Cappella Fellas gig of the year. We actually had about 60 people show up, which was amazing seeing as how the Browns Steelers game was on. I thought we had a great gig, especially since I got to embarrass and sing to Sarabeth in front of everyone. After the applause and teardown, myself, SB, Chris and Reggie retreated to Euchre. This was followed by a late showing of Groundhog Day which Sarabeth has now seen.








It’s weekends like these that let you know you’re alive.

Stared and startled

As usual this morning I was woken by my roommate kicking the bottom of my bed (as opposed to normal humans that have the luxury of actually hearing their alarm clock). Normally I would snooze the alarm clock, roll over and enjoy the next 10 minutes of peace. This morning was different. Something absolutely amazed me about the alarm clock. I hit the snooze, turned over and stared at the electronic waking device. I marveled at its purpose and thanked it for every moment it granted me silence. I stared at the impossibly slow changing digital numbers until the sound it emitted startled me beyond understanding, as only a true non-morning person can understand. Quite interesting is the human mind. Makes me wonder if mine is broken.


Random Quote left on my voicemail:
"Three is gay, so just remember, technology in the hands of the human race is like a barrel of wine in the hands of an alcoholic." -Probably Intoxicated Chris Brown

A Weekend for Visits

This weekend wasn’t intended to be a weekend completely spent at home, but it was a very good weekend. I got to spend time with the family from Pittsburgh which was awesome. Jim is leaving for the Air Force in 2 weeks, so I am pretty much trying to hang out with him as much as possible. Saturday afternoon I also got the chance to meet Sarabeth's grandparents, who affectionately wish to be known as "Gran and Gramps". Fine by me, they're really nice people. They gave me some danish to bring back to school, unfortunately it made a detour to my house never to return. We played some wicked games of Quibble, which is like a combination of rummy and scrabble. I think I'm still preferential to scrabble actully, but I took 2nd once, and then 1st, so apparently I have a knack for it.

There’s my crazy Uncle Mike. Also my Brother and Pittsburgh family. Then Sunday night Sarabeth and I hung out and watched some movie who’s title escapes me at the moment. Then we watched part of Young Frankenstein and basically stayed up till like 5. Good times for the night owls.

The License

This is a much requested blog, so I hope that you all enjoy this.

It was a nice warm October morning, and I was driving illegally. I was on the way to get my license renewed. Immediately after I arrived at the license bureau, I was thoroughly bored with the people and surroundings I was presented with. It was at this time I decided to make my day a little better and possibly increase my chances of being ticketed in the future. Therefore I did this.

The lady's words were, "Uhhh..are you sure?" "I like to smile big" was my reply.

When she handed me the license, she tried not to laugh and failed.

A Weekend To Rule Them All

So I decided to clean the room due to the entrance of the grand futon in my life. This included vacuuming of the wonderful carpet. I always knew that the cleaning equipment in Findley hall was less than standard but I didn’t know that it went to this point. Just look..at the vacuum. This is what happened when I first thrust it forwards, the end just broke off and flew ahead of the vacuum. I then stood there in absolute astonishment of this college and the pitiful age and level of craftsman ship put into the repair of this cleaning utensil.

This past weekend was incredible, I got to hang out with so many old friends, not to mention the ever-wonderful Sarabeth. Thursday night Chris, Regina, Sarabeth and I went to see Flight Plan, which I completely recommend that everyone see. It was very suspenseful and was accompanied by a very well thought out plot and all star acting. After this we went to Findley hall where we picked up Diana, Becky, Tim and Kevin. We then played some wicked Scattergories, which is a game I refuse to play henceforth. My brain just doesn’t work that way. After that we drove over to Drew’s apartment for Wicked followed by a 2AM showing of Elf. Friday was composed of sleep, catching a ride home, a quick talk with the parents and off to Jim’s going away party. We carved a many pumpkins. Sarabeth and I did the best one in my opinion, a very tricky spider.

After this we went to an incredible bonfire with Faith, Luke, Hannah, Chad, Allyson, Billy and Julie. We hung out and had a few drinks, had the cops called on us for being obnoxiously loud and slept under the stars. After I drove Sarabeth back, I
slept in the van at Luke’s property and then had an amazing breakfast of smoked bacon, scrambled eggs and Coca-Cola. Then after an amazing lunch with Chad at the On-Tap, Luke and I worked on the BNYC video for a good solid 3 hours and got the entire intro and second scene closed away. After that Sarabeth and Wes came over to Luke’s house and we watched GATTACA. Afterwards, Sarabeth drove us back to BW. It was an incredible weekend and I hope there are many like it to come.



Luke made the quote of the weekend. This is what we were looking at when he said it: "I'm going to get a cup so I can have some ginger ale."

Done Indeed

Let me tell you...I am just about done with this week. Thank the good Lord there is no class tomorrow because I'm not sure that I would survive. I knew that the conservatory life was pretty difficult and blows this life out of the water as far as difficulty goes. I've got to say there is definite light at the end of the tunnel, I'm really looking forward to the weekend. Movies, games, lunches, parties, video editing and battleday? Heck, sounds like a weekend to me.

Obtaining Ranks

Fall Retreat was absolutely awesome people. The worship and fellowship was just incredible. Not only that but getting away was just what I needed; to have some time to myself that I could escape and get alone with God in the wilderness (Camp Carl is definitely in the middle of nowhere, so that part was covered head to toe).

So bored were we at about 1am that we climbed into the rafters of Camp Carl’s dining facility. As most of you know, there are major benefits of rising through societies’ age ranks, such as the ability to drive and make decisions independent from the consultation of the parentals. Some not so intelligent abilities are to drink yourself retarded or smoke. However it is these years of life that define the difference between youth camps and college students with an empty weekend. You see, when you gain age people trust you not to do the stuff you’re not supposed to be doing, which therefore opens the grand window of opportunity to do exactly that.

One thing I’ll take with me forever is the memory of the incredible catch. Picture this: The weather was cold, wet, dark and worst of all the grass was impossibly slippery. And yet the Ultimate Frisbee enthusiasts were outfitted and ready to engage in battle despite the dismal playing conditions. None of us had foreseen the need for cleats, and even if we had brought them we probably would have done without due to the number of people playing barefoot. I will never be on the same team as Adam Anderson, (a leader on the Campus Crusade staff, and no he wasn’t posing in this picture, I took it without warning) because he is too good. I will never become a better player by being on his team. His arsenal of throws (apart from seeming never-ending in quantity) has unmatched accuracy. I swear he could hit someone in the chest from the other end of a football field. So the pitch was extremely far into the end zone, way beyond anyone’s reach. It was the line drive of tosses and seemed to float for eternity. From the second it was in the air, Adam was on his horse. I’ve never seen a catch so far into the end zone. When the Frisbee was about 2 feet from the ground and had been in the air about 15 seconds (which is a long time for a Frisbee), Adam’s body became parallel to the slippery ground on which he was previously flying down, dove headfirst at the disc and after about a 10 foot slide came up with it. Needless to say the outcries ranged from, “We are witnessing greatness here people”, to “This guy needs to get inside more”, to “Go home Adam”. Most of the negative (jokingly negative mind you) happened to escape my mouth because he wasn’t on my team and any of you that know me understand that my passion for winning is almost a strong as my passion for not losing.

No matter how upset I get for getting beat, I am always gracious. (waiting for laughter) But fear not, the day got better when the rain forced us to stay inside. It might sound bad but Phil the incredible sound man turns out to have more coordination than any of us thought, in that he was a professional swing dance instructor for 10 years. How do you like that?? He taught us a couple turns and let us loose. Not being one to brag but Sarabeth and I definitely tore it up and had fun doing it.

How was my weekend everyone asks? In a word: awesome. Looking forward I can only assume that next year will be even better.

I'll start the NPA, Night People's Association

This is proof that I absolutely need to get to bed earlier. Can I help it that I'm an absolute night owl? Robby said he liked to stay up late, but I'm not sure he understood what a true night person is like. The likes of Chris and Kevin run about the same night life schedule as I. The word for tomorrow morning is coffee. I think AIM takes down and maintains their servers around this time because half the people on my buddy list suddenly signed off. Then another bunch signed off, then I was kicked. It just goes to show you, bad things happen late at night. I'm getting excited for Campus Crusade's fall retreat, I hope to have many a story for you guys when i get back. To quote the Truman Show, In case I don't seeya, good afternoon good evening and goodnight.

Nap of the Century

Today I took what I consider to be the best nap in my life. I feel like Joey from Friends, “That was a great nap.” First of all I went to sleep about 12:15 P.M. last night, which gave me about six and a half hours sleep until my alarm clock went off. I got up around 7:00 and headed over to the union for some early morning prayer with some comrades from Campus Crusade. After we had gotten coffee in us and felt mentally stable enough to talk to God, we prayed for a bit and then went to get breakfast. (Blogging sidebar-Have you ever had the breakfast sandwiches when they’re FRESH?! They’re actually tasty! They break apart in your mouth instead of having to tear them apart!) Sorry about that, I just get so excited because I ate them all last year and they NEVER tasted like that. So about 8:15 A.M. I returned to my dorm where I got in my bed for little nap, accompanied by one of my favorite napping groups; Iron & Wine. It was after this 1 hour and 15 minute nap that I’ve felt the best I’ve felt any morning this year. I was ready for the day! I think a large part of it had to do with the fact that I was already up and going. You know that stage of trying to wake up and you just can’t get with it? The one where about 30 minutes after waking up, you are still thinking to yourself, “I want nothing more than to close my eyes and sleep”? It was at that exact moment when I laid down in my bed. I highly recommend this technique, as it was one of the most relaxing moments of my year. If you want a reason to get up, try Tuesday mornings at 7:00 AM we have prayer right by the candy counter or somewhere in that lobby of the union. It’s really an incredible time and (if you don't have class) the afterwards naps are lets just say, awesome.

A 5am blog post? This oughta be good.

It’s 5:48 A.M. and everyone is asleep. Only morons are up this late; especially morons that have 8am classes. [Looks around stupidly] Let me tell you though, God has a crazy way of coming through in the clinch. One thing I’ve been working on is my patience. So often I just can’t see God working and it frustrates me. I am here to tell you that we are all stupid humans. Yes, that includes George W. Bush and it includes every politician on the face of the planet. I don’t know about you all but I like the fact that George can’t speak very well in public. Everyone laughs at him when he stutters, even though I think he’s a very proficient speaker. He’s a man who speaks from his heart and it comes through in his presentations.

Joe’s 5am poems (no backspacing allowed)

Staring into mirrors that never end

I think of the messages I could never send

When the truth is you already knew

Exactly what I wanted to do

Why do we want what we can’t get?

If what we get is for the good

The good is for the best

Use it or lose it

Stupid stupid rain

It will not stop so it seems

But I wish it would

I just fed a squirrel by hand

Holy cow..that was cool. They feed the squirrels here at IT, and i just put a peanut in the mouth of one of the squirrels. That's crazy. She tried to grab it first and knocked it out of my hand, then the second time I fed her, she just took it with her mouth. Not every day friends, not every day.

One of these days

One of these days I'll go to bed when i'm supposed to. Maybe.

The Pigs; Guinea Pigs that is

Yesterday I did a test on the pigs that live on our floor, in hopes that they had improved their mental capacities for cleanliness, reason and common sense. At about noon I took a New York Times from the lounge, folded it nicely and place in the bathroom in one of the stalls. By the end of the day, I was not surprised to see sections hanging from toilets, scattered all about the entire bathroom, Oh and let’s not forget my favorite; urinated on. Wow. They are on the same level as cats. And I know it was a team effort, so these guys really must be trying hard. I think a large part of it has to do with the fact that they get cleaned up after. Because the bathroom isn’t their room, they can leave it in whatever condition and it will “magically” become clean on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 11:00 am when the poor cleaning lady comes in and stares at the effects of the very behaviors that I myself despise. I’m scared for our hallway. I honestly wouldn’t blame the cleaning lady if she went postal and killed us all.

Have you ever

Have you ever gotten a great feeling about something? Well I have one. I just studied for my first econ test. But that's not what my great feeling is about.

The People that Live in my Hallway

You know what people? I am just sick…of the idiots that live in my hallway. Every day they find new incredibly annoying habits and ways to astound me. Just so we’re clear from the start, lets have a simple physics lesson. Does a square with large area, fit through a circle with smaller area? If you answered No, you were correct. If you answered yes for any reason, odds are you live or are friends with the people of west wing 2^nd floor Findley. Salsa. Does not fit down the bathroom sink. Banana peels, do not fit down the drinking fountain drain. Spaghetti, although smaller than the holes does not fit down the bathroom sink (Note: for anyone who may have committed this heinous act, just because it can fit down the drain, does not necessarily imply that it SHOULD go down the drain). These simple laws of physics are some fundamental shortages that have been missing from this particular dorm wing. I’m not sure where you go to school to learn to flush the toilet. I mean, we honestly should develop a class specifically for these mentally incapacitated few called, “Intro to Common Sense”. These are the same people that leave their lovely chaw spread all over the bathroom counter and drain. I have had enough guys. Do us and yourselves a favor, when either thinking (or attempting to think) in the future, please ask someone for help because obviously we need it more than we know.

Cats?

Let me just say one thing.

First of all.

[Went and fell into bed for 3 hour nap.]

Right-on. That was what needed to be taken care of first. I feel a lot better. Now back to what I was talking about. [Puts on headphones fueling the ears with Coldplay: The Scientist] I remember a photo my friend drew showed me, it was quite awesome. It highlighted the differences between guys and girls by displaying 2 different radios. One was labeled, “MEN”. It had 1 switch, with 2 labels; on and off. The “WOMEN” radio had about as many switches, buttons, dials, lights, wires and indicators that anyone could ever imagine on the front of a radio. I guess that’s the way it goes isn’t it? Funny how we all think men are simple though. A lot of us are, it’s no joke. Despite the overwhelming overall tendencies, there are a few of us that want more out of life than just a good time and sex.


Anecdote Time
Why I hated cats and still don’t like them today.

So me and cats. Yeah…anyone who really knows me knows that I’m not the biggest cat fan. To this day I get great pleasure out of suddenly throwing my arms wildly in the air and rushing at them. This works best on wooden flooring, as they usually spin their tires before they actually start to get away. I love watching their faces try to comprehend a motive for my actions when there is none to be found other than to torment the animal itself. Even when I was younger, I never did like cats. My brothers and I thought it would be a great idea to put our cat down the 2 story laundry chute. I specifically remember it spreading all 4 legs trying it’s best not to go in. Don’t be worried for the cat, we made sure there was like 4’ of clothing at the bottom, he was fine. I myself also used to place the cats under milk crates and pour water on them just to see them get wet and hate it. So what made me so uncomfortable with these cats? Once when I was 5, I went out of my grandmother’s house and walked along the path that she has between her house and the neighbors fence. Along that path is a wall that is about eye level for a five-year old. As I was just walking along minding my own business, I look over to my left and about 6” from my face was this cat. So the first thing it does is open it’s mouth and hiss, which was scary enough. Then it leaped on my chest, which was more than I could take. Heck, I was only 5 people. I freaked, I absolutely went bananas. I was inconsolable for quite some time. It was at this point I decided to begin my reign of terror. If for no reason something could scare me that badly, you’d better believe I could pay it back tenfold. Ahh well. They should all be duct taped to the 71 on-ramp anyways.

Boys will be Boys

OK, funny childhood story time.

For those of you who don’t know, I have 2 brothers, my older brother Paul and my younger brother Jimbo. I am here to tell you today that we were anything but a pleasant experience for babysitters. Now for the examples. Leah Raich was coming to baby sit us, which was cool because even as a 2nd grader I could totally recognize the hotness that girl possesses. Anyway, after we waved goodbye to our parents as they drove down the street, she sat us down and said, “Ok, here’s the rules. No one goes outside and no one yells. Other than that we’re going to have fun.” Upon finishing this statement, we all stood up and proceeded to scream our heads off about nothing. Then came the part where each of us ran to a separate door and exited the premises. Ahhh yes. Needless to say, “whoopins” were in order and were given accordingly upon the arrival of the parental units.

Sooo dead

Here i sit in my class, our teacher isn't here, but some lady who I don't know came in and gave us a practice quiz. So now here we sit while we wait for 1 intelligent person to finish. I did this one without the book or notes, although she said we could. I figure it'll be a relative basis to judge how well I will do on the real shabang. Yesterday the killing was good. Time to grade.

The never-ending mind puzzle

I took this picture while driving. Doesn't it just makes you think? I remember reading an incredible book called "Boy meets Girls" last year, about relationships, different views on dating and other relationships. Makes me wonder where she is and what she's doing. Now it's no mystery that every guy ponders this, but it's just a question of how seriously they think, wish and hope to find the exact person for them. I mean, every time I tell myself that this person exists and is breathing and running around, I get all excited inside. Then comes the part where I remind myself that I probably don't even know her yet. Then I sit back and let that sink in. I guess what really hits me deep is when I'm in church and I'll see some very content looking couples sitting, listening and learning from pastor. It makes me say, "OK, 4 of my best friends are married. So uhh..." Right, I know that's crazy and it's the exception to the rule, but still it doesn't stop the empty feeling in my gut. God only knows when that sinking stomach syndrome will turn into a confident smile, or even start to disappear. So supposedly there are some single beautiful intelligent Christian girls still alive in this world. I can only find myself skeptical of that statement at this point in my life. Any ideas, suggestions? I mean, do I smell bad or something? Maybe I'm like a tiki torch, and these girls I seek are like mosquitoes which just never approach my area. OK that's a bad analogy, but you get what I'm saying. I'll maybe I'll switch deodorant to the Christian version of TAG. It seems to work in the commercials.

Currently Playing
Weezer: Beverly Hills

Debating the Return to Xanga

Although I've already cursed it, I'm thinking of making my return to xanga. Any ideas, comments?

Waiting for Class to Start

So here I sit in the meaningless despair that is class. Actually, this is the tiny window of enjoyment I have between my 2 morning classes, where I can actually get some coffee and start my brain up. Don't get me wrong, Econ is EXCITING! But when you're running on 4 hours of sleep, it gets a little tougher. I almost fumbled my coffee this morning, that could have been bad. There is a guy in this class with a dell XPS. It's the 2nd generation. It's very nice. My desktop owns it. I hate BW ping time, however I got a job with the IT department so maybe something can be done about that. I start at 2:00 today. Gotta eat and go lift right after class. Get buff. Oh yeah. Look how disconnected my thoughts are, nothing is flowing this morning. I'm not even going to spell check this so you can see just how incredibly out of it I am. Bye.

Awkward

So here's the awkward moment of the day.

I was picking up some soda Giant Eagle to accompany our pizza and got in line in the 12 items or less station. I then noticed that the only item the girl in front of me had purchased was a pregnancy test. I avoided it, but I almost did a dumb and dumber. Just like, "So why you goin go the airport? Ya flying somewhere?" This almost escaped my mouth, "So! Whatcha been doin?"

Classes going as well as could be expected!

Well let me tell you, my schedule has never been so easy. Since leaving the conservatory, I really understand and appreciate the ease of a liberal arts major. Not that business subject matter is at all easy, but the schedule is. So i'm typing to you all from the newest introduction to my life, an iBook. Yes, it's true. I have succumbed to the dark side of the force. But there is mysterious power with this dark side, I WILL EVEN LEARN TO STOP PEOPLE FROM DYING!!!! Ok, sorry, episode II quote there. But seriously, this thing is an awesome asset for the classroom. Already in 2 classes i've typed 1000+ words of notes. I think that is pretty cool. Well enough for now, check back later! Here's my schedule.

Today I built a computer. I can't say it was the easiest thing I've ever done, as I experienced a bad hard drive, a bad motherboard and a phantom power supply issue. Never again will I custom build a budget PC. NEVER. But at least it's up and running and I must confess it is a beast of a machine, even if it is for my mother. However I can feel the stress setting in already, I haven't had a second to pack for school yet. So tomorrow Paul will be helping me move into BW and i have nothing ready. Plans for tonight you say? And by tonight I mean from 12AM-6AM, prepare for the move. 6am to 12pm, sleep. Then I'll actually move stuff to BW with paul. Room 230 here we come!!!

My Friend JJ's Wedding

Yesterday was JJ's wedding. He's 20 years old and has been dating his girlfriend for 7 years. This man is a man of iron, he and Angel were still virgins when they got married. It was quite incredible. The wedding went as well as could be planned, with the exception of some kid screaming his head off literally every 30 seconds. Now I know why God made nurseries. THat reminds me of a good invention, what we need is like a portable sound proof cage, that still lets children breathe, kind of like a doggie cage. When they get noisy, just putem in the box till the shut up. This one sure needed one. The worst is when the parents fail to realize that their child is causing a major distraction. Do you not realize that your child just yelled at the top of his lungs? If your cell phone went off, would you not turn it off? The same with small children. GET THEM OUT! OK, sorry. Little vent session. I gotta go read. Peace yall.

A Weekend for Computing

This weekend I basically worked and played on computers the whole time, which is fine with me. It's always interesting when I play Battlefield 2 with like 60 other players online. Good times for all. I just finished importing my half of the BNYC footage for the traditional BNYC video. If you are interested in what the ending will be, then please by all means remain curious. It'll only be another 14 weeks in production till it's finished. Just kidding. My teeth aren't hurting as much anymore, my new favorite activity has become swishing my mouth with salt water. MMMmmm. A deliciously good feeling. Monday I go to talk to my new academic advisor, as I head down the change of major form again. What's up with me and changing majors? No matter how bad I am, I cannot be worse than one girl I heard of, who changed her major 8 times in one week. That is stupid insane. Goodnight all.

So I had my wisdom teeth out today...

Here is what I remember.

Going to the office.
Getting wired with pulse and heartbeat monitors.
Hearing my heartbeat skyrocket when they needled my arm.
Asking the doctor if he was a liscenced anethesiologist.
When he told me I'd get sleepy and kinda drugged, I said, "sounds like a party".
Then I showed up on my sofa at home.

I'm sure I got there somehow, but that part is all a blur. So now I'm out 4 wisdom teeth, which is good. Vicodin rocks my socks! I could feel the pain fading 5 minutes after I downed it. I guess it's pudding and mashed potatoes for a while for me.

Other than that I really can't concentrate.

Today was my 21st

Today was my twenty first birthday. I drank a Michelob with my Dad and played Monopoly with my friends. All in all it was the way I'd like to have a 21st birthday. Mark, Aaron, Kevin and Jess came over. Jim and Paul got me a pimpin shirt and some awesome cologne, I love the shirt so much. My mom also got me a Texas Hold'em poker chip set. It's rockin. Anyway, Good birthday, and Good night yall.

In a chair

Really an interesting tune, by postal service, feels like some relationships I've had. Not going to mention any names.

I've found something I hate. I don't mind when my friends don't call. I really don't. What really bothers me is total lack of effort or desire to return a call. I think most of us can say we've been there.

I took some runny nose medicine today, and i completely didn't read the box. "May cause drowsiness". Great. And I took 4 at work. Awesome. I said the phrase, "Holy crah-ow"
A combination of holy crap, and holy cow. That was me at 3:24 P.M.

I've decided that a sports car is definitely for me.

The eagles are on in my headphones...

i feel an impending nap coming on...

The Car Wreck

Today was the day that I witness first hand a man at the very bottom of his life. This blog will tell the story.



11:59 P.M.

School let out today, and I hadn’t been feeling too good. Right from French class I went back to my room where I prepared for my departure. My dad was coming to pick me up and take me straight to work. I’ve been on break for 5 minutes and it’s time to work. Hilarious. I was NOT, feeling good at all. My head was throbbing, and I mean, I’ve felt bad a couple times, but never been really sick. I was feeling it. I had skipped class for wayyy less than I was feeling that friday afternoon. Once I got to work, my task assigned to me was run some parts to customers in various locations of Ohio. I got to drive my Father’s Taurus, which is a nice car. I do enjoy the v6. The journey then took me to Canton, where the excitement of delivery led me to “Hilscher-Clark” electronics. It was approximately 10 minutes after I had left from there that it happened.



3:39 P.M.



I was driving along feeling dazed, I had been driving for about 2 hours. It’s a big drive from Cleveland to canton, even before the drive back, not to mention when sickness is your only company.

I saw a car turning left across the street and then I heard it. Breaking glass, the heavy slam of metal on metal. I slammed on my brakes and tried to take in what happened.

A silver Honda had turned left across traffic without considering that other cars might be driving heading the other direction. There was no squeal of brakes except for my own. He had turned directly in front of a Buick which was traveling approximately 40 m.p.h., whose had hood compacted into and demolished the passenger side of the Honda. I immediately pulled into a nearby parking lot and sprinted towards the scene, my phone already dialing 911. There were 2 women in the Buick and they weren’t moving. It’s very difficult to describe the emotion explaining that there was an accident to the 911 dispatcher, while trying to evaluate how bad the situation really is and talk to the guy on the ground.



The guy who had been driving the Honda was laying on the ground outside of the car. He was bleeding from a cut above his left eyebrow and moaning. 2 guys had run over from their car wash job, checked to make sure that the women’s car was off, because there was some liquid in mass quantity pouring out of the engine. The boy’s reaction almost startled me, as he saw me on the phone, “Whad you doing? Whad you doing dog? Who you calling?”, he said in a defensive stupor. “Relax man, you’ve just been in a serious car accident, just lay your head down man, the ambulence is on the way”, was my reply. “I’m fine yo”, he said while rising to his feet and walking around.



The 2 guys who had came from the car wash were working with me on keeping the guy calm, because he was starting to get worked up. “I’m going to jail! FUCK! FUCK!”. He punched an unbroken window of his mutilated car, extremely hard. That was when it hit me, his logic was completely off. His speech was slurred. He was having trouble walking. He had been drinking. “Fuck man look I’m drunk, I’m all fucked up, I can’t even get my pants on, I’m fucked man, drunk as fuck, aaaaAHHHHH I’m going to jail! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” All this he said while again slamming his fist into the window of his car. “Naw naw this is YOUR fault”, he said as he walked up towards the window of the car he had just swerved in front of. “Look at my car! Mines totaled, yours isn’t that bad at all”. “I gotta get outta here man, the cops are gonna take me away, I gotta run. I’m already going to jail!” The 2 guys from the car wash immediately toned up their voices, “No man, it’s not an option. If you run, they will come for you and they will hunt you down.”

It was at this point he broke. He stooped down on the sidewalk and put his face in his hands. He began to weep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” This was the bottom of his life. What do you say to someone who genuinely wishes that they were never born? For the next fifteen minutes he told every single EMT the same thing. Through the tears he cried, “ohh God I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” We kept trying to talk him down, telling him that he’s young, telling him that he could turn his life around, that it’s not over, that no one died. That was when he wished that he was never born. “Oh god I don’t have insurance”.

They bandaged everyone up, neck braces and ambulences for all, but it seemed that they would all be ok physically. They were all taken to the hospitals.

I made a statement to the cop, telling him basically everything here, minus the emotion.

The scariest part of the accident is that if the Buick hadn’t been in front of me, I might have had the hood of his Honda through my driver side door. To anyone who has ever driven under the influence, wise up. It can ruin your life, it sure put a scar on Rodan's.

Smilies?

Getting excited for summer and BNYC already. Why does that happen? Also looking forward to MCing the spaghetti dinner at my church come Saturday.

Mark really called Iron and Wine, they're a really great soft group.

Solfege Individual went pretty well, except for the sight-reading. For some reason, D Minor just wasn't with me. Plus I remembered that I had to do it on syllables about the + of 3 before I came in. Now on to the dicatation.

Work will fill my life after school is over, so it might not be a bad idea to enjoy my time here now.

Guys need to control themselves. Seriously .

This story is so cool. I wish I was a pilot.
http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/03/03/globalflyer.fossett/index.html

What's up with smiley faces. I really despise them. Artificial emotions that people use in IM's even when they're actually sitting there with a stern contemplative look on their face. It's not that I don't think they're cute or fun or whatever adjective you may use, it's just that fact that 9 out of 10 times it's a façade. When you're really laughing or smiling, and someone is actually warming your heart, would you put up a 10x10 pixel smiley face to show how you're feeling? It sickens me.


Enough of the smilies. I'm done.

March 3rd Goodnight

This particular song is from the Honda commercial, you know the one where they have no room to put all their "extreme" bumper stickers? A very groove song. Very much perfect for 11:46 P.M. A song for exactly how I feel. Just a chill relaxed way. (Also from the O.C. soundtrack)

My pocket PC was acting up today. It kept trying to connect with my computer even when i was in the conservatory. I hard reset that badboy and showed him where it was at.

Worked with Jon today on french skit, just emailed him, I was supposed to work on it tonight, but that movie deal came to fruition, and it was quite lovely to be honest. Weird movie, but also a very solid movie. "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (thanks to an anonymous proofreader)". A movie that I would definitely not call a waste of time. Makes you appreciative of your memory.

So Kevin. Today he accidentally lost his grip on his highlighter while moving quickly and it landed under his chair. The cap came off and flew under the desk. He reacted with a very odd contortion of his body which ended up on the futon accompanied by a sound of sheer terror. To counter this, I immediately dashed to the fallen writing utensil and repaired it's status. Upon the return of the marker, he returned to normal behaviors. Just another reason that being random is more fun.

iTunes is definitely the way to go. No no music match.

Modest mouse, what's up with those guys? I first hated them because they were crazy, but now I can't get enough of em.


I think the saddest thing that has happened in a while, was the re-format of my computer. Only in that I lost all my playcounts on all my music. Very sad, because it keeps track of how much i listen to music. Very sad.


so when I lose at chess online...i go absolutely bananas..just ask kevin..


Euchre time, then bed. I promise.

A Day in the Con

You know that phil collins can really whale. Also that he does everything himself? He's a studio worker, does his own drums, bass, guitar, keyboard, and of course vocals. But not when he was in Genesis. I remember a talent show when I was younger, and some guys did a skit to this song. It was pretty funny, but maybe it's because I was five.

What is wrong with Michael Jackson....(don't answer that, it's just a statement really)

I'm never gonna finish my performance attendance requirement..

So yesterday i just completely forgot about departmental. For some reason i had the feeling that one would be sneaking up on us sometime soon, since it'd been a while. I asked sarah chadwick and she told me that of course we had it. This was like 15 minutes before it started. So that was lucky.


Crap i still have to sign up for my solfege individual. Oh well, i'd better practice. That's more important than signing up anyways, all the friday slots are gone and all that's left are the thursday slots.


Still upset that I can't go to the con formal...there's someone i really would like to have asked...

So my aunt sent me a care package. A bunch of vitimins and stuff. It was really cool. I mean, she always includes little bonuses like gum and cough drops.

Sibelius vs. Finale...the jury is still out...they both need serious work..the mac integration is good, but still could be seamless.

The cold sucks only when you're by yourself.

Now playing Guster, "Fa Fa". Great song.

Movie night tonight? Someone was supposed to come over..we'll see if that comes to fruition.

Class soon, gotta make sure my ride is going to the con. Peace.

Late Night

Late night and can't sleep..ever had a night like that? The only who is crazy enough to be up at this time is my roommate, which is cool.

Ever wonder what we're supposed to be?
Why are we going to school if 90 years from now we're going to be lying in dirt? And what's the best we can do? Get on T.V.? buy a big house? Drive a mustange '05 down 71 at 145 m.p.h. and slow down before the cop because you had a radar detector? The highest highs on this earth will all be gone sooner or later. Makes you wonder what's after death.

Goals are pointless without work.

Today i wish i had the ability to read alto clef. It's not easy you know.

Still working on my stupid fingers...


I went to walmart the other day with mark and matt because there was nothing else open. Before that we went to laser tag, and walked in, even though they were closed. We were thinking about just running into the course and playing tag, but then we realized that they had the premises on camera, and decided not to do that.

How can some people openly admit that porn is a good thing? How? Did you know that the same chemical that is released in a womans brain while having sex is the same chemical released in a guys' brain while porning? Scary, to think that you can't shake the images. Yay for CE.

I'm really enjoying this snow patrol album. "Run" is another great song.

The sandman approaches.

Missing my friends.

Might go to the IX center to see the car show on thursday night, my friend has 2 tickets. It'd be cool, and ironic at the same time. A man without a car goes to see cars that cost more than a house he'd buy and pay off for the rest of his life.

Trillian is way better than AIM.

Night all.