Stolen, but I still like it...

That's my bird, (I took the picture). He didn't ask permission to use it though. But it's still pretty cool, so good job whoever you are, at least he told me he used it afterwards.
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11597776/

Do you remember back when you where very young? Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?

I'll play this out, I'll take it. I wasn't sure before, but I'll make it. Life is the best it's ever been, because of you and all my friends. I've done nothing, why Lord, me? How blessed can one man be? If there's more to life than this, how much more then is heavens bliss? Listen the rain, listen to music, listen to Jesus speak. I believe I am happy, or as close as I can be, not much really matters, who cares if I get a C. Money, fame, and power vs faith, hope, and love. The ideals of the world vs. those of God above. I live my life, day to day, looking forward to tomorrow, knowing what a blessing that is. Look above, and know, the greatest of these is love.


Yeah I know. It sucks, but it was fun to write so BACK OFF!!!

Shameless Plug

I know this is probably preaching to the choir because most of the people who would actually read my blog probably believe pretty much the same things I do. However I would feel remice if I didn't do a little campaigning for George W. Bush because he is the man. I know alot of you are to young to vote, but if you aren't please vote for Bush, Kerry is one scary and ugly dude. I don't like to think about what he'll do to our country if elected. Anyways, vote Bush.

Best Ever?

Does life get any better than this? I can't see how it could, unless Appalachain burned down in a night and I somehow got a diploma out of the deal. No, life doesn't get better than this, it just gets wonderful in different ways. For instance, I'm sure becoming a father's gonna be absolutely incredible, and grandkids make being old not so bad. I'm shooting in the dark here. But being 18 and having the best life ever certainly is wonderful. As you can probably tell, I've had an amazing fall break. I spent Wednesday with Lauren, Thursday through Sunday with Mark, Jamie, Stephen, and Pete in Atlanta, and Monday with Lauren again. So far 18 has been by far the best year of my life and it's getting better, even though I'm in college and I'm pretty sure I hate it. Thank you to Mark for driving, Jamie for letting me come and for cooking, thank you Stephen for having a Grandmother who bought me dinner, and thank you Lauren for the best Monday ever. What a weekend, what a life. Happy birthday to Jamie, I hope 20 is even better than 19.

Not Quite Coney Island

I recommend the fair to all. It was a great weekend, and now Mark's up here and I come back on home again on Wednesday. Then it's off to Atlanta on Thursday or Friday. Thanks again for coming Lauren.

Read Scar Tissue, On Second Thought, Don't

I feel close to death. Not really. This weekend shall revive me. We'll see what the doctor says today, like it matters. I live from high to high these days. A high is a weekend at home with those I love. DIxie Classic fair on Saturday. I need this. I have realized that I watch Conan like a fanatic. If I stop watching Conan, it will supposedly add three years to my life. Oh well, I'd just waste them anyway.

Upon my return...

Last Thursday I went back. I returned to Wesleyan for the first time since graduation. I spent the first 11 years of my education there, so I thought I would never want to go back. It was the night before homecoming and all the students where decorating the halls in traditional Wesleyan homecoming fashion, although I must say I've seen better. I saw Tim (the principal) again, and he was actually happy to see me. I called some kid Dillon and found out later that that wasn't his name, and I put my arm around someone I thought was Johnny Held, but turned out not to be. That was ok though, the kid just asked if I wanted some pizza. Anyway, the whole experience was very calming for me, it made me wonder why last May I was dying to get out. Now I'm dying to return. It was good to wander the halls again. When I was little, we would file down the halls of Wesleyan, staying as close to the wall as we could, and I remember always having to be careful not to hit my head on this fire extinguisher. I looked at that same fire extinguisher on Thursday, it maybe comes up to my stomach now. It's amazing how something I walked by almost everyday for 11 years can suddenly become so revealing. I spent some of the best and worst times of my life within the plain cinderblock walls of Wesleyan. As I walked through the halls, I recognized and was recognized by just about everyone. Then I got to the freshmen hall. I watched them decorate their hall, realizing I didn't know one of them, and they didn't know me. How long will it be before I don't know anyone there? Well anyway, it gave me alot to think about. Well we showed up to the Helsers about 40 minutes late, and there was a wonderful surprise waiting for me. What a wonderful night.