Yep, that’s the title. Didn’t want to write anything else.
So Cooper my friend who works with me found this really really random site. I would say go check it out if you have a few minutes to spare reading strange little poems and stuff.


Just go there and start clicking things and enjoy 🙂

So it’s been pretty boring here on campus. There’s not a whole lot to do. Luckily I get to go do things with friends alot of weekends, but it’s kind of random, and if I don’t find someone to do something with me then I’ll end up having the most boring weekend ever.
This weekend was kind of fun, actually pretty fun.
More than last. When I have a blast again it will be a milestone. i don’t think I will be able to have a ton of fun for a long time. I’m still getting over things, learning to live differently and stuff.
If that doesn’t make any sense you can ask me, and I’ll explain, ha.

Anyway, I got to go to a jazz concert with Danny and his girlfriend this weekend and then go play guitar hero and stay up late at his place. That was fun, then yesterday I went with my roomates to someone’s house they are housesitting and we watched like four movies in a row lol. Two Arnold movies, and then both Transporter movies. That was sort of fun, but they’re pretty quiet during movies. I like talking and hanging out unless it’s a really good movie, but oh well.

Then today after going to another church I went to Placerita again, and then tonight got some friends together to go to Pho’s and that was cool. It’s a vienamese resturant with really good soups and great serving sizes.

Well, tomorrow I’m going to go in an hour early to work and watch them upgrade the wireless network controllers.
And…. my contact needs to be put back in, it popped out like 5 minutes ago and I’ve been typing with only one eye open.

Till next post.
Your faithful typer,

PS if you’re in town or nearby the school, let me know, I’m always up for hanging out and doing whatever. Especially since I have so much free time.
Just give me an e-mail or get my number and call.

Here’s a long due update, after two semesters of school.
Here I am at Bob Hope airport, a junior in college. I just got in trouble for leaving a $20 air-soft pistol with only 140 fps in my box which I originally intended to check with my luggage, not bring as a carry-on.
What happened was that last night I packed a lamp and some assorted junk that I wanted to keep at home in the best box I could find, which was unfortunately very small. Well after I packed that, I found some other things that I wanted to bring home and didn’t need at college and realized I should pack the lamp in my clothes so it didn’t break.
One thing I found was my bag of air-soft stuff. So, of course as soon as I took my box of assorted junk to get checked at the airport and check it in with my suitcase I forget that I have this packed and assume I have my lamp packed inside instead of my air-soft junk. So then as I’m checking my luggage outside, the guy tells me that they won’t be liable for what happens to the box and that I can take it with me on the airplane. Of course dumb me starts thinking that, “well, they’re not afraid of breaking everything in this box I’d really like to see my working lamp survive the trip, and so I should bring it with me.” So I take it with me.
Of course once they see this gun thing in the x-ray scanner, they stop the box and pop it open with me okaying it all the way since I figured there being all this random junk they would want to look inside and expected it. Then they find that, and ask me what it is, and I realize what it is, and tell them they can trash it they decide that we should wait a little longer, so we wait like 15-20 minutes. Granted, it’s probably not that long, but the TSA security guy brings over the cops and they look at it and stuff.
Then after writing all kinds of things on a piece of paper in his illegible strange writing after looking at my driver’s license, the little Mexican man with his strong accent and face that has probably not cracked a smile in several weeks, tells me: “it ees your luchky day de police are not going to press charges”. I was very thankful, but started wondering how the heck the police are going to press charges on me for carrying a plastic toy gun that can’t even break your skin.
The frustrating thing to me was that the stupid TSA security guy wasn’t smart enough even recognize what kind of weapon toy this was, considering the fact that it is a widely known sport and is available at almost every wal-mart store for as cheap as $10. Shouldn’t the security for an airport be well enough educated to recognize the difference between a clear plastic toy and a real killing utensil. Obviously not. Whatever, this is LA.
Well, this is longer than I thought, so I’m going to do more update next post. Now I’m in the plane waiting for the boarding to cease and the flying to begin. Home, here I come.
Written at 6:51pm, May 14th, 2008

Till next post.
Your faithful typer,

Two things I request of You

(Deprive me not before I die):

Remove falsehood and lies far from me;

Give me neither poverty nor riches-

Feed me with the food allotted to me;

Let I be full and deny You,

And say, “Who is the Lord?”

Or lest I be poor and steal,

And profane the name of my God.

-Proverbs 30:7-9

Till next post.
Your faithful typer,

Well, lately I’ve been too busy to even think about updating this blog. Unfortunately, it may be that way for a while. I don’t know how much I’ll update this blog, but I would expect not much.

Of course inspiration comes at strange times and in strange amounts. I will try to blog when I have the inspiration. In the mean time, remember I’m here, but I’m sorry about the lack of content.

In the meantime. Just a few things I’m doing.
Right now I’m trying to get a paper written on Predestination and free will. We have to read a book about 200 pages and write a 2000 word essay about it. It looks like it’ll be hard. It’s due Tuesday (trust me I started reading as soon as I found out, it kind of came on very quickly (only the second week of classes).

Also, I had an idea this morning. Nowhere on campus can you buy Arizona tea. The other day I saw someone with a big case of it. I’m thinking I should find out where I can get one of those and sell them for about a dollar each to whoever wants them from my dorm room. If people like Arizona tea as much as I do I’m bound to make some sales. I figure for buying a whole case I’m bound to save some money on each individually and that way, if I sell for a dollar it might make a little profit (just for fun mostly). And I’ll have Arizona tea on hand for myself. That’ll be nice to have if no one wants any.

Till next post.
Your faithful typer,

PS let me know if you drink Amazon

And I’m sitting here doing nothing but listening to the book of Job and talking to Deric. Job has (as of now) become my favorite book of the Bible. It’s just so cool. Job is awesome and where in the rest of the Bible can you get such a long dialogue of wisdom straight from the mouth of God?? It’s just amazing.
Well, I should get to bed. I’m happy that I finished Esther and I’m getting 10 chapters of Job finished. I have tons to finish before Thursday. That’s gonna be crazy. It’s gonna be interesting to see what grade I get on my Econ test I took Friday (yesterday). It was pretty hard, I found myself behind throughout the time. Dr. Mackey gives us about 50 minutes and 50 questions which is really annoying since we need to think about most of the questions because of the weird confusing wording. I studied for it. I suppose I could’ve studied more, but there’s always more that you can do, and never an end really.
Anyway, enough rambling I should go to bed.
Read Job, it’s cool!

Till next post.
Your faithful typer,

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