Wednesday, February 13, 2008
do you ever have one of those days where as soon as you get out of bed, things be seem to go wrong? Today was one of those. It was easy to just be tired and say life sucks but just a few minutes ago something hit me. I looked at my profile picture here and blogger and saw the big smile on all three faces and just thought of how happy I was in those times and no matter what I have a savior and a family who love me, no matter how mad people get or how wrong things go. There is always something to look forward to. Life may presently suck but just endure it and the brighter days will come.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Sex Appeal
Modern day America, gotta love it. It is a land of opportunity, a melting pot, a land of wealth, a land of health (or so they say), and a land of Hollywood. Right now, I am sitting in my house watching ESPN and sex appeal is everywhere I turn, especially on a sports channel. Sex sells. That is one of the most true statements I have ever heard. Surfing the net, advertisements are filled with busty women looking at you telling you to click their link, muscular men without shirts on tell you to click on them. I saw a DirecTV commercial earlier with Beyonce Knowles dressed in whatever kinda of half-covering clothes she was wearing, dancing with swaying hips and shaking her top to make men want to subscribe to their programming. Hollywood makes movies glorifying pornography, strip clubs, and sex with whoever will give it to you. The moral of some of the movies may turn out alright in the end, they person doesn't have an abortion or they decide to stay together as a family for their kid, but is this what teens need to be seeing? Trust me, as someone who has looked at pornography since 7th grade, I know how bad it is and how wrong it is. Kids are bombarded with trash constantly and as a result decide to start doing things they shouldn't. I don't care if your kid goes to church all the time or what not, pornography and masturbation are a HUGE temptation for most men and a lot of women as well.
I would like to say, whether you struggle with this or not, do something production to help keep it from our youth. Don't expose them to all the trash and things they don't need. I wonder why teen pregnancies are up? Why are STDs up? I don't know... maybe it has something to do with the things our kids view and look at. Watch out not only for yourself, but for others and your society.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Power On, Power Off
I was starting to write on here when these wicked bad storms kicked up and knocked our power out, it came back, it went away, it came back, it went away, but now i think it is back to stay.
I wasn't going to write much. Just something like don't waste the time you have with people because you never know how long it will last. Also, try not to screw up with that person, it will ruin the short time you already have with them. It can be a real killer on your day. I just have to say, don't sweat the small things and enjoy the time you have. Also, don't do stupid things to compromise anything. Think about things before you do/say them. I have had to learn this the hard way and it sucks; patience is VERY important as the old wise people say.
Back to storms, I love 'em. The are one of God's greatest displays of glory to me. His power is sheerly impressive. Anything man has made he can destroy. It is awesome. It is also amazing how he protects people in these magnificent displays of glory. Storms are glorious.
I wasn't going to write much. Just something like don't waste the time you have with people because you never know how long it will last. Also, try not to screw up with that person, it will ruin the short time you already have with them. It can be a real killer on your day. I just have to say, don't sweat the small things and enjoy the time you have. Also, don't do stupid things to compromise anything. Think about things before you do/say them. I have had to learn this the hard way and it sucks; patience is VERY important as the old wise people say.
Back to storms, I love 'em. The are one of God's greatest displays of glory to me. His power is sheerly impressive. Anything man has made he can destroy. It is awesome. It is also amazing how he protects people in these magnificent displays of glory. Storms are glorious.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Love
Love is...
awesome, awful, amazing, and ardent
beautiful, boastful, bashful, and baffling
controlling, colorful, captivating, and complete
dangerous, daring, delightful, and delirious
efficient, effective, enormous, and exquisite
famous, failing, flattering, and faultless
gregarious, gracious, grateful, and giving
holy, honest, helpful, and hopeful
incredible, infallible, infamous, and igneous
jealous, joking, joyful, and Jesus
katzenjammer, keen, killing, and kind
loveless, lawless, likable, and lamenting
mourning, mighty, moving, and muniment
noble, naughty, nice, and nicotine
octane, oceanic, ocular, and odd
pensive, perverted, permanent, and precious
quality, qualitative, quirky, and quartz
remembered, relinquished, rambunctious, and real
stupid, stoning, striving, and strong
tremendous, touching, thriving, and true
unabashed, unabated, unabridged, and useful
vestige, variant, vermouth, and vicarious
wishful, wonderful, wanting, and wealthy
xenon, Xanadu, xenocryst, and xylene
young, yeoman, yippee, and yttrium
zaftig, zooming, zooid, and zircaloy
Love is many things, and it is worth every one of them.
awesome, awful, amazing, and ardent
beautiful, boastful, bashful, and baffling
controlling, colorful, captivating, and complete
dangerous, daring, delightful, and delirious
efficient, effective, enormous, and exquisite
famous, failing, flattering, and faultless
gregarious, gracious, grateful, and giving
holy, honest, helpful, and hopeful
incredible, infallible, infamous, and igneous
jealous, joking, joyful, and Jesus
katzenjammer, keen, killing, and kind
loveless, lawless, likable, and lamenting
mourning, mighty, moving, and muniment
noble, naughty, nice, and nicotine
octane, oceanic, ocular, and odd
pensive, perverted, permanent, and precious
quality, qualitative, quirky, and quartz
remembered, relinquished, rambunctious, and real
stupid, stoning, striving, and strong
tremendous, touching, thriving, and true
unabashed, unabated, unabridged, and useful
vestige, variant, vermouth, and vicarious
wishful, wonderful, wanting, and wealthy
xenon, Xanadu, xenocryst, and xylene
young, yeoman, yippee, and yttrium
zaftig, zooming, zooid, and zircaloy
Love is many things, and it is worth every one of them.
Monday, December 10, 2007
People in Glass Houses Sink Ships
Since no one ever really reads this dumb blog that I write I figure I can pretty much say whatever I want, consequence. Now i won't because that would give me and some others a bad reputation. Sometimes I just feel overcome by my lack of self confidence and wonder what makes others so special and me not. Now a lot of people would try and comfort me and say that isn't true, but then the question arises of if they are telling the truth. Of course I should believe the ones I love but sometimes it is just so hard. Do I make people as happy as their other friends? Do I make them laugh as much and make them have a great day? I don't really know but I hope so and self confidence something I am working on. I wonder why someone would be with me and not show me that I make them laugh and that they love to be around me. They can tell me about how funny and great their other friends are but not me. Oh well i guess it is just something to work on.
Sorry if their are typos, I did this on my phone at work on my lunch break. I just needed to get that off my chest to the whole no one who reads this........... Except maybe Kaitlyn.......... Thanks LOL
Oh ans P. S. Finals suck and consume peoples live and it is quite ridiculous. Oh well I guess that is just another part of life, to talk to someone during finals week is just like a five minute tease. I love it.
Sorry to be so negative I just needed to vent and I figured, who better to vent to than everyone who reads this and sets it as their homepage.
Thanks and love ya.
Sorry if their are typos, I did this on my phone at work on my lunch break. I just needed to get that off my chest to the whole no one who reads this........... Except maybe Kaitlyn.......... Thanks LOL
Oh ans P. S. Finals suck and consume peoples live and it is quite ridiculous. Oh well I guess that is just another part of life, to talk to someone during finals week is just like a five minute tease. I love it.
Sorry to be so negative I just needed to vent and I figured, who better to vent to than everyone who reads this and sets it as their homepage.
Thanks and love ya.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Untitled Part I
The sun shone bright on that October morning as had been for the past few weeks. The weather couldn’t be argued with. The leaves had been steadily falling for a few weeks painting the world in shades of brown, orange, and red. The leaves rustled together as the cool wind rushed through them bringing a sense of a fresh new day.
Pierre rose from his rocking chair on his balcony window where he sat sipping his café au lait, watching the splendor of nature as he did each and every morning. This morning was different than most, school was closed for a holiday which meant that he could spend his day relaxing, working on his novel (to which he felt was good but that the dream of publication was a long way off), and watching NFL Network as long as he pleased.
He had been an English teacher at his small town’s high school for a little over 3 years and still loved every minute of it. He loved reading and writing but that was not his passion, his passion was to watch the children he taught grow into young men and women better equipped for the world and making it better than before they had entered it.
As he sat down to his computer, coffee in hand, he opened the file for his book and turned on his “writing music” consisting mostly of Bob Dylan and John Mellancamp. Before he could engross himself in his writing, his phone rang. It was his sister whom he spoke to most everyday. She was one of the most successful pediatric surgeons in the country. People came from all over the country for her to work her magic. Mostly their phone calls consisted of “how are you” and making dinner plans with her and her husband, but this call was different.
“You’re going out tonight,” she said.
“Hello to you too, and I hate to burst your bubble but I don’t think going out tonight is an option, Hoosiers are on tonight at 8 playing for The Bucket.”
“Record it, this can’t wait.”
“Might I ask what, it is?”
“Well, it’s more of a she.”
“Ok, you must be crazy, you know I don’t do blind dates.”
“She is a one of my new nurses and she is perfect for you. I made us reservations at Michelangelo’s, you know the little Italian place on 5th, for 7:30. Dress nice and don’t be late, you won’t regret it, I promise.”
“Yeah, okay, like the last one went so well,” he said with sarcasm.
“The last one turned out to be crazy, this one is completely normal, I gave her a complete inspection for you.”
He laughed, “fine I will be there, but if she turns out to be crazy then you are buying my dinner.”
“Deal,” she said. “Oh, I’m so happy! You all will be perfect together, but I have to go now, I have an appointment in five minutes, see you tonight!”
The cheerfulness of her voice was almost enough to make one sick but he knew that he judgment was normally pretty good with a few exceptions. As he delved back in to the imaginary world of his story, the thought of this “perfect” woman quickly faded out of his mind and was replaced with thoughts of how to deepen his characters.
As he prepared his self for dinner he glanced in to the mirror for a quick once-over. He was a normal sized man, about 6’ 1”, with dark blonde hair almost the color of maple wood, his eyes were blue with a light tent of blue to them. His cheeks had a slight flush of pink to them but his skin was in excellent condition. If one examined his closely they might notice the slight bump on the bridge of his nose where he had broken it during his childhood playing baseball with his dad. He knew at the moment that he was not meant to be an athlete. He had wished he had been athlete for the sheer fact that he would be in shape. Motivation to work out was hard for him to come by; he felt that he could lose some pounds to look better. In most people’s eyes he was about the right size but he believed otherwise.
The clothes he chose for the evening presented him as a man of class, dark gray Armani pinstripe pants with a light blue Armani dress shirt. He opted out of the tie for the sheer fact he didn’t feel like putting on just for it to choke him and make him sweat more than he already would.
The picture he got of the girl on the way over there was one of those girls who talks non-stop about the most useless subjects and just likes to hear them self talk. They tell you about their best friends in grade school and what they though about wearing that night and then they would laugh at their own jokes with one of those high pitched squealing laughs the made you wish that God had blessed you to be deaf. No matter how uninterested in them you wear they always said that they felt a connection between you and that you should go out again and when you didn’t call them because they were in fact crazy you became the biggest jerk in the world and all of their friends knew to stay clear of you which was probably for the best since anyone who would be friends with girl would have to be crazy as well. He was just looking forward to going back home and probably watching his Hoosiers lose another game and just relax before he had to get up for work.
Pierre rose from his rocking chair on his balcony window where he sat sipping his café au lait, watching the splendor of nature as he did each and every morning. This morning was different than most, school was closed for a holiday which meant that he could spend his day relaxing, working on his novel (to which he felt was good but that the dream of publication was a long way off), and watching NFL Network as long as he pleased.
He had been an English teacher at his small town’s high school for a little over 3 years and still loved every minute of it. He loved reading and writing but that was not his passion, his passion was to watch the children he taught grow into young men and women better equipped for the world and making it better than before they had entered it.
As he sat down to his computer, coffee in hand, he opened the file for his book and turned on his “writing music” consisting mostly of Bob Dylan and John Mellancamp. Before he could engross himself in his writing, his phone rang. It was his sister whom he spoke to most everyday. She was one of the most successful pediatric surgeons in the country. People came from all over the country for her to work her magic. Mostly their phone calls consisted of “how are you” and making dinner plans with her and her husband, but this call was different.
“You’re going out tonight,” she said.
“Hello to you too, and I hate to burst your bubble but I don’t think going out tonight is an option, Hoosiers are on tonight at 8 playing for The Bucket.”
“Record it, this can’t wait.”
“Might I ask what, it is?”
“Well, it’s more of a she.”
“Ok, you must be crazy, you know I don’t do blind dates.”
“She is a one of my new nurses and she is perfect for you. I made us reservations at Michelangelo’s, you know the little Italian place on 5th, for 7:30. Dress nice and don’t be late, you won’t regret it, I promise.”
“Yeah, okay, like the last one went so well,” he said with sarcasm.
“The last one turned out to be crazy, this one is completely normal, I gave her a complete inspection for you.”
He laughed, “fine I will be there, but if she turns out to be crazy then you are buying my dinner.”
“Deal,” she said. “Oh, I’m so happy! You all will be perfect together, but I have to go now, I have an appointment in five minutes, see you tonight!”
The cheerfulness of her voice was almost enough to make one sick but he knew that he judgment was normally pretty good with a few exceptions. As he delved back in to the imaginary world of his story, the thought of this “perfect” woman quickly faded out of his mind and was replaced with thoughts of how to deepen his characters.
As he prepared his self for dinner he glanced in to the mirror for a quick once-over. He was a normal sized man, about 6’ 1”, with dark blonde hair almost the color of maple wood, his eyes were blue with a light tent of blue to them. His cheeks had a slight flush of pink to them but his skin was in excellent condition. If one examined his closely they might notice the slight bump on the bridge of his nose where he had broken it during his childhood playing baseball with his dad. He knew at the moment that he was not meant to be an athlete. He had wished he had been athlete for the sheer fact that he would be in shape. Motivation to work out was hard for him to come by; he felt that he could lose some pounds to look better. In most people’s eyes he was about the right size but he believed otherwise.
The clothes he chose for the evening presented him as a man of class, dark gray Armani pinstripe pants with a light blue Armani dress shirt. He opted out of the tie for the sheer fact he didn’t feel like putting on just for it to choke him and make him sweat more than he already would.
The picture he got of the girl on the way over there was one of those girls who talks non-stop about the most useless subjects and just likes to hear them self talk. They tell you about their best friends in grade school and what they though about wearing that night and then they would laugh at their own jokes with one of those high pitched squealing laughs the made you wish that God had blessed you to be deaf. No matter how uninterested in them you wear they always said that they felt a connection between you and that you should go out again and when you didn’t call them because they were in fact crazy you became the biggest jerk in the world and all of their friends knew to stay clear of you which was probably for the best since anyone who would be friends with girl would have to be crazy as well. He was just looking forward to going back home and probably watching his Hoosiers lose another game and just relax before he had to get up for work.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Me and 1984
I don't really have much to say today except one thing that has been bothering me. Examine yourself. Don't change how you act depending on who you are around. Be true to your self, and your friends for that matter. Be humble and sensitive to others but don't pull a 180 to be like them or around them. Don't change how you treat people when others show up either, its just rude ha ha. I am in this same boat.
Here is me speaking to myself, don't be so sensitive to the way people talk to you or the jokes they make, they may not mean harm, that is just who they are.
On a different note, I just finished reading 1984 by George Orwell and I would strongly recommend that you read it. There is much to be learned about the progression of the utopia we call America. The vision of the world in the book is dark but I can see it coming nearer everyday. It may be an old book but it is entirely captivating and eye-opening.
Here is me speaking to myself, don't be so sensitive to the way people talk to you or the jokes they make, they may not mean harm, that is just who they are.
On a different note, I just finished reading 1984 by George Orwell and I would strongly recommend that you read it. There is much to be learned about the progression of the utopia we call America. The vision of the world in the book is dark but I can see it coming nearer everyday. It may be an old book but it is entirely captivating and eye-opening.
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