Dark and Cold

Hey one and all,
Nice little spring break. Had a couple band practices, hooked up w/ Nate n Mike, watched an insane Thai movie, and got some work done around this old house.
Last Sunday the 17th was our second Sunday helping out the One Light Service band and the whole Lutheran body (in a way). It’s still very hard to suck it up and play some emotionally dry music. I’m getting used to it; it’s a big step from hymns for these guys. Gota stick with it, im glad were there helping.
This morning Mike P took the band out with him to INDUSTRY, oh and Jeff came and playe d conga's. Nice and tight little group of musicians. I don’t want to say that I enjoyed it, kuz it wouldn’t sound right saying I enjoyed visiting a juvenile correction facility. Maybe it would, i duno. But ill say I had a nice time and I uh would like to return.
The kids want to be there to hear what we Got for em and choose to be there. So in that sense it’s kinda better then an average youth group where the kids just come to get out of the house or come for their parents.
I do just like being there among those kids; it feels like you doing the right thing allthough never enough. You really wana just relate to em and talk to them. When we first arrived it was a very dark and cold atmosphere, it took a while to get a smile out of anyone. The Open Door Mission Baptist church also did there thing: sung a few songs, prayed, read a little from the word. It was way too formal though, not what you need. Good times, real n genuine.
I feel like im just speaking to myself, dont feel like detials.

Okay you readers keep reading, enjoy life

ARG believe in hope, its all you got, it dies last 

Yes indeed

Today is Susan White's birth day.
She is 17 years old, a small month older then me.
Happy birthday scuz.
No doubt

If you can strain your eyes and read it, well its worth it.

Hey its just a song

Anberlin
Foreign Language Lyrics
Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
Tell it to me straight, give it to me now
Face forward, face forward

Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
Tell it to me straight, give it to me now
Face forward, face forward

Speaking foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign language, nothing I can dictate
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
you’re speaking foreign language

Boys speak in rhythm and girls just lie
doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo
Tell me how you feel, come on out the dark
Then we can head back home and I'll know where to start

Speaking foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign language, nothing I can dictate
Speaking foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign language
Where did we go wrong?
We need medication for this miscommunication
Our conversation's weakened
Our conversation's weakened

Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo

Boys speak in rhythm and girls just lie


What do you think? Any truth?

Respect, EARN IT.

" You better respect my J!!

Respect my J Chi-Chi!!!

Respect my J!!! "

Some things just humor me beyond the realistic realms of rationality.

One of those things that tickles me beyond the characteristics of reasonableness are when one screams something extremely hood with complete and utter disregarding insensitivity to any nearby, passing by, kind of guy.

Like the quote above for instance. Young Kenny was competing with young Harvey (Chi-Chi) in a basketball shootout during gym class. They would take turns shooting their J's until one missed you see.

So, afterwards in the locker room Kenneth feels the need to point the single thing that Chi-Chi is failing to provide him: respect in relation to his J. He obviously earned this respect earlier in the basketball game, and Harvey simply failed to recognize it.

Please don't ask why I find it funny, its just one of those things. I still bug Kenny about it to this day.

• A "J" is attempted basketball shot intended to go into the hoop and net from behind the three point line.
• Hood is simply a variation of the word ghetto. Or you could say something defined as hood could be defined as bursting with youthful rubbish. You choose.

These names were not changed for the safety of the individuals, sorry guys.

For the record don't listen to anything I have to say. I cant be serious.

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"...nothing feels good being under the gun."

"But the night brought sparks and the sparks brought flames..."

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" T h i s i s m y s i c k n e s s ,









a n d I m u s t e n d u r e i t . "

This is my House. Kick me. 

This is Keiths get well drawing 

this n that, spit n spat

Not deep:

Matthew 10:16

I am sending you out like sheep among wolves.

Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.

-that's you cuzin

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"Right now____.Maybe later____"

-L

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"Lets move on please. Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh....

Eh, eh, eh. I don't... I really cant...deal with it right now."

-Mr. H, that English teacher

while dealing with a loud classroom

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"You aren't my lover but love itself"

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"If I love you and you love me, I want it forever"

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"..I tremble and weep"

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(My favorite)

"don't trust love"

-All from various people in that Opera La Rondine

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"Not fair, not nice"
-Pops

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Yes I did actually go to this Opera. It was educating, entertaining, enjoyable, absorbing, sappy, artsy, and everything a good 15 dollars should provide on a friday night.

Well goodnight world.

Little people

LITTLE GIRLS
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice.
That's what little girls are made of.



LITTLE BOYS
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.
That's what little boys are made of.