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Just Cause

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 03:50:17 GMT

I'm updating just cause. But go to my real blog instead. http://iliveinbestbuy.blogspot.com

Friday, August 12, 2005

Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:19:45 GMT

Well folks, the days of xanga are over. I have moved on to bigger and better things. While xanga has been good to me, it rather limits my creativity; it puts me in a box. A box which I resent. I have, therefore, begun anew -- i have, therefore begun a new blog. That sentence was fun and I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, much as I have enjoyed writing on xanga these few short years.

It has been fun to go back and read old posts and see how I have grown and changed as a person.

My days of emo are over. It's time for BLOGGER. Check it out.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Thu, 19 May 2005 19:16:17 GMT

This survery totally knoooows me:

American Cities That Best Fit You:

70% Atlanta

60% Washington, DC

55% Austin

55% Miami

50% Chicago

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

Monday, May 09, 2005

Mon, 09 May 2005 08:57:18 GMT

I find finals to be very hard. I have trouble finding enough time to study as much as I need to. I also stress a little too much sometimes...

Last night I fell asleep thinking about how I had a lot of studying to do. The first half of the night I dreamed I was studying. I was actually lying there dreaming I was sitting at a table in the Union staring at my Accounting book. At some point, I got up and went to the bathroom. When I went back to sleep I had another dream. In this dream something happened that I don't think has ever happened to me before. I actually knew I was asleep and dreaming. And a strange phenomenon happened in my dream. I learned how to sleep and study at the same time. I was actually conscious that I was asleep, and conscious of the fact that I had learned to study while doing so. It was amazing.

Then I woke up.

Yes, I am insane. There is one thing I'd like to share, however. Sometimes I start to go totally crazy from studying too much, at which point I play Kitty Cannon. I can play it for hours upon hours. Sadly, I don't have hours upon hours. But yeah, bet you can't beat my high score.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Tue, 26 Apr 2005 08:29:40 GMT

Okay, so the BSU Prom, also known as the Spring Banquet, is coming up in a couple of weeks. Certain aspects of this otherwise great event are just ridiculous. There, I said it.

A few months ago (February 14, to be exact), I discovered something about girls. Sometimes they just don't want our charity. I came to this conclusion when select friends of mine were going waaay out of their way to "bless" their girl friends on that most romantic of holidays. These girls were annoyed, amused and angered all at the same time. While they found these acts funny in a way, they felt a bit of degraded. Like, these guys feel so obligated to make them feel good about the fact that they were hanging out with other girls on Valentine's Day, painting their nails and watching Real World reruns.

The same thing happens with the Spring Banquet. Instead of focusing on honoring the seniors and having a good time, which is what the banquet is all about, a lot of guys just feel like it is their chance to "honor" a girl and ask her to go with them. It gets to the point where they get together and figure out which girls "need to be asked" and which guys still haven't fulfulled their BSU obligations. This sounds a lot like a pity date.

There's one area where the guys need to grow up (ouch). Now, I'll make an attempt at explaining an area where girls still act like it's high school. Some girls spend weeks, nay, months, worrying about whether or not they'll get asked, and who might ask them. They become obsessed, and every bit of their being is focused on the banquet, 24 hours a day (yes, I've been told they do dream about it). It's not prom. Don't spend $200 on a dress. Give it to someone going overseas this summer.

Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of the Spring Banquet. I, in fact, am quite looking forward to it. And I've had a great time messing with people in regards to it the last few weeks. You know who you are. There are just a few people that need to realize that we're in college now. I sound really mean; I don't mean to. And I'm not like super annoyed or anything. I just needed to update, so I updated about that.

*I'd like to make it clear that I don't mean to generalize, even though that's kind of what I'm doing. This is not every girl or every guy by any means, probably not even most. I was just rambling or something. In fact, disregard what you just read. Cool.

On a completely different note, I've decided to post the first ever online support letter. Well, not exactly a letter, but a plead for money.

If you want to be a part of my trip to Chicago this summer, here's your chance. First of all, pray. Second of all, think about giving me some money. mmm hmmmmmm. And to convince you, here's a response card, complete with a picture.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Fri, 15 Apr 2005 21:26:33 GMT

I'm going to do something I had all but vowed not to ever do again. I'm going to go ahead and give the two or three of you who care an update on what's going on. Sorry to bore you.

Well, to begin with, I've been watching a lot of The Cosby Show while I do my homework. This is one of the joys of having two monitors and TV on my computer. I can be productive and unproductive at the same time.

This summer I am going to Chicago as a small group leader at Project Impact. It's going to be Karazy. And speaking of karazy, I could use your prayers before and during the summer, it's going to be karazy tough.

Tomorrow night, I will be making the 45-minute drive down to Davis, OK to dance like an animal in the Arbuckle Ballroom. Again. Maybe I'll learn how to two-step this time. When I said I'm going to dance like an animal, I don't mean that I will dance dirty or whatever you probably assosiate with that phrase, but that I will look like an animal when I'm dancing.

Tests stink.

I go to the Union every night.

I miss Slurpees.

See you.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 02:00:38 GMT

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Wed, 30 Mar 2005 23:10:09 GMT

There's a lot going on right now. I didn't want to write anything on here cause it's not the kind of stuff that one can write on a blog that people sometimes read for some reason.

I have come to realize that I'm a total paradox. My personality has a name, and its name is Irony. One example is that I am totally open about just about anything in my life. Then when I have something going on I talk in riddles, poems, lyrics, and drawings, then later on I'm pretty much open to talk about it with anyone. I don't even know what I'm saying right now. So strange.

But just for kicks, let's see if anyone can figure out what this means. Or maybe just some sort of interpretation, that'd give me some kicks.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Sat, 12 Mar 2005 09:31:43 GMT

When I was a senior in high school, I was getting a little burnt out on church. I was tired of responsibility, obligation and admiration. I hated the fact that people scrutinized everything I did; that people actually wanted to be just like me. I was ready to move on and live my own life. I wanted to try the things I couldn't do before and to be myself. Thus was the one misplaced step that began the mudslide.

The thing is, I had it all wrong. Stepping all but over the line brings no satisfaction. Compromising your morals, your God's morals, leads to nothing but pain and regret. Drinking some, but not too much is still drinking. Going just so far with the opposite sex without having sex is still immorality and lustfull passion. Being pridefull or selfish on the inside, without showing it on the outside, is still wrong. It's not an easy pill to swallow, but God hates back-pew Christianity. Don't believe me? Read Revelation 3:15-22.*

Through a series of events and people God put into my life, I came to realize my folly. Why would I want to "be myself?" Myself is dispicable. Myself is dirty, corrupt, ugly, sinful, black, selfish, empty, dishonest, doubtful, dangerous, foul, revolting, nauseating, unfulfilled, wicked and headed for death. God gives us a chance to be not ourselves. To have Him inside of us. To live.

God wants our lives, our all. We have to surrender. He is all that will satisfy us. He is the only answer.

*Be careful not to misinterpret this passage. You have to read it in context. It doesn't mean God desires us to either hate or love Him, not somewhere in the middle. That's just ridiculous. When it says "hot" and "cold," think of food and drink. You want to eat and drink things that are hot or cold, not lukewarm. Hot things nourish you. Cold things refresh you. Lukewarm things are just disgusting.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Mon, 07 Mar 2005 10:40:53 GMT

I want you to picture me. Yes, that's what I said. I'm talking mental image here. Two Lacoste polos, collars flipped up. Designer boot cut jeans, puma kicks. Confidant swagger, fancy sports car, gorgeous girlfriend. Big city look; big city attitude.

Got it?

Ok, now imagine said fellow walking into an authentic country dance hall, complete with beer-only bar, mechanical bulls and old-fashioned poker tables.

That's right, my friends, I was somehow talked into going dancing at the Arbuckle Ballroom, located in the heart of Oklahoma.

Despite my misgivings, I had a blast. And although the cuuuntry folk gave my popped up collars and Euro-style tennis shoes funny looks, I never felt truly threatened (except when we were pulling out of the parking lot and Ilea decided to lean over and honk my horn at some crazy redneck couple making out against their truck... which happened to have a fully stocked gunrack in the back window).

I learned the Texas Two-Step three different line dances, some crazy fast circle/line dance, the name of which i never caught, and how to shoot pool with a beer in one hand and and a beautiful woman in the other. The experience of a lifetime.