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Thursday, September 25, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Fresh out
One-week anniversary!
Writers block is awesome. The life of a writer is like a roller coaster. You twist and turn and scream with the wind in your face.
I hate to admit it, but it’s not at all that exciting. The only thing that is somewhat similar between the two is the screaming part.
The End
Writers block is awesome. The life of a writer is like a roller coaster. You twist and turn and scream with the wind in your face.
I hate to admit it, but it’s not at all that exciting. The only thing that is somewhat similar between the two is the screaming part.
The End
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Shoe laces
I at an early age wanted to learn to tie my shoes. So I would pester every living being at my church tell they blew up with irritation of my squeaky voice. I had a strong desire to learn and explore the challenges of life. At my clear age of 4 the hardest thing to do was to tie my shoe. It just fascinated me how people could just bend right over and grab the strings flying freely in the air and twist them this way and that tell they made a nice neat bow. So one day at church Jamie Koplen tried to teach me his shoe tying skills. I tried forever but I could never quite get it right. I would watch him do it and then quickly try and repeat exactly what he did. I failed to accomplish the task of tying my shoe by my own brainpower. I eventually came to the place of so much irritation about not being able to tie my shoe that I started contemplating suicide, but then I realized I would really miss eating chocolate so I decided to stick around a little longer.
One day I was at a prayer meeting with my dad and some other gents. You can by now already guess what was going through my head, “ Okay so the big loop goes over there and the little loop goes over there and then pull! Dang shoes! I will never amount to any thing!”. Eventually I stopped with the shoes and began to pray. Even though I started to pray I still couldn’t stop thinking about the shoes. So I decided that I was going to ask the Lord to help me. I said a little cute prayer that got straight to the point, “God help me tie my shoe”. Then I tried tying them one more time. “ I tied my shoe!” I shouted aloud in the middle of the prayer meeting.
The great lesson in this boring story about my shoes is that the Lord answers prayers. It does not matter how big or how small it is. The Lord just wants us to make Him first in our lives.
One day I was at a prayer meeting with my dad and some other gents. You can by now already guess what was going through my head, “ Okay so the big loop goes over there and the little loop goes over there and then pull! Dang shoes! I will never amount to any thing!”. Eventually I stopped with the shoes and began to pray. Even though I started to pray I still couldn’t stop thinking about the shoes. So I decided that I was going to ask the Lord to help me. I said a little cute prayer that got straight to the point, “God help me tie my shoe”. Then I tried tying them one more time. “ I tied my shoe!” I shouted aloud in the middle of the prayer meeting.
The great lesson in this boring story about my shoes is that the Lord answers prayers. It does not matter how big or how small it is. The Lord just wants us to make Him first in our lives.
The common nod...
I find it very funny how we address people who we really don’t know or even the people we do know. You all know what I am talking about. Everyone has their “walking through the hall gesture.”
For examples: Levi opens his eyes really wide and high by raising his eyebrows and then lowering the eyebrows. It is incredible how brilliant we are at reading peoples face gestures. You don’t even have to know Levi to know what each actions means. We all know how to translate them. As the eyebrows go up its, “ Yo what up homy gee ” , but then what does it mean when he puts the eyebrows back down? I will tell you, “ Yeah your really not cool enough for me to stop walking and talk to you.”
So right now you should take a moment to forgive him…
My all time favorite…the common nod. It’s the ultimate face and head gesture showing that you at the most are just acknowledging someone you kind of sort of saw or met one time.
Well that was awkward. I guess I just started doing the common nod thing repeatedly since I am writing about it and then I looked up while doing the common nod and saw my teacher looking right at me. I think my social status points just went way down. Oh well, at least I don’t care about my self-image (that is such a lie I am so insecure right now).
Is the common nod just a cover up of our true intentions? I think we all just like looking at each other and our insecure part of us has to stumble lower than dirt and do the common nod. I mean obviously guys like to look at girls and girls like to look at guys and sometimes the other way around (Levi I know what your thinking). So why don’t we just be open to each other. When we pass someone through the hall lets say, “ Hey man what’s up”, and then we can state our reason for looking at them, “ You look nice today”.
This idea might be weird. Because if your reason for looking at that person is because they have a zit then you just might want to go ahead and do the…
Common nod
For examples: Levi opens his eyes really wide and high by raising his eyebrows and then lowering the eyebrows. It is incredible how brilliant we are at reading peoples face gestures. You don’t even have to know Levi to know what each actions means. We all know how to translate them. As the eyebrows go up its, “ Yo what up homy gee ” , but then what does it mean when he puts the eyebrows back down? I will tell you, “ Yeah your really not cool enough for me to stop walking and talk to you.”
So right now you should take a moment to forgive him…
My all time favorite…the common nod. It’s the ultimate face and head gesture showing that you at the most are just acknowledging someone you kind of sort of saw or met one time.
Well that was awkward. I guess I just started doing the common nod thing repeatedly since I am writing about it and then I looked up while doing the common nod and saw my teacher looking right at me. I think my social status points just went way down. Oh well, at least I don’t care about my self-image (that is such a lie I am so insecure right now).
Is the common nod just a cover up of our true intentions? I think we all just like looking at each other and our insecure part of us has to stumble lower than dirt and do the common nod. I mean obviously guys like to look at girls and girls like to look at guys and sometimes the other way around (Levi I know what your thinking). So why don’t we just be open to each other. When we pass someone through the hall lets say, “ Hey man what’s up”, and then we can state our reason for looking at them, “ You look nice today”.
This idea might be weird. Because if your reason for looking at that person is because they have a zit then you just might want to go ahead and do the…
Common nod
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Surreal
As I was driving down the rode in the midst of a foggy cold and dark-night the unsuspected was surreal. The fog was as dense as the dust from a gravel rode. It was just enough of a chill outside that the car windows began to frost. The night was dark but dimly lit. The rode sloped up and down. All these things came together to cause the thing that was completely out of my hands but also the thing that was completely in Gods hands.
My self and Hayley shared the same fascination of the mysterious window frost. We began to present our thoughts of logical reasoning for the cause of the window frost. Hayley began to present her thoughts of the beginning of the mysterious window frost. I being a good listener turn to look at her while she is talking and writing on the window. Then that is when the unsuspected became surreal. “ Samuel!” yelled Hayley like a walrus. Before my foot could touch the break, and before my eyes could even focus on the white vehicle one second away from being pulverized we impaled the rear end of the vehicle. I felt like I just hit a 250-pound man in football pads. That split second of crashing into them and spinning a 180 felt like a lifetime. As I was about to hit them my mind kept saying,” No this is impossible, you are not going to hit them”. Soon after that thought I was pretty convinced that I just hit them.
Time stood still for the first time in my life. I sat in my seat in doubt that Hayley or me had survived. My first instinct was to get Hayley and my self out of the smoky vehicle. As we exited the vehicle all was well except for our nerves. I will never look at a vehicle the same. I am deeply afraid of entering a vehicle and gripping the wheel. I am going to get back on the horse someday but I got bucked pretty hard and I will take my time getting back on the horse.
Its moments like those that cause me to think of those I care the most about. Its moments like those that I cannot stop saying thank you. The Lord only gives out what we can handle so I thank him so much for not letting anyone get hurt. Also I thank Him for not taking a life. I don’t know exactly how I would of recovered if someone I cared about lost his or her life that night. I love life more than ever because of that experience. Most importantly, I love the Lord more than I ever could of imagined.
The Lord has a perfect rode of trials for my life and I praise Him for that.
My self and Hayley shared the same fascination of the mysterious window frost. We began to present our thoughts of logical reasoning for the cause of the window frost. Hayley began to present her thoughts of the beginning of the mysterious window frost. I being a good listener turn to look at her while she is talking and writing on the window. Then that is when the unsuspected became surreal. “ Samuel!” yelled Hayley like a walrus. Before my foot could touch the break, and before my eyes could even focus on the white vehicle one second away from being pulverized we impaled the rear end of the vehicle. I felt like I just hit a 250-pound man in football pads. That split second of crashing into them and spinning a 180 felt like a lifetime. As I was about to hit them my mind kept saying,” No this is impossible, you are not going to hit them”. Soon after that thought I was pretty convinced that I just hit them.
Time stood still for the first time in my life. I sat in my seat in doubt that Hayley or me had survived. My first instinct was to get Hayley and my self out of the smoky vehicle. As we exited the vehicle all was well except for our nerves. I will never look at a vehicle the same. I am deeply afraid of entering a vehicle and gripping the wheel. I am going to get back on the horse someday but I got bucked pretty hard and I will take my time getting back on the horse.
Its moments like those that cause me to think of those I care the most about. Its moments like those that I cannot stop saying thank you. The Lord only gives out what we can handle so I thank him so much for not letting anyone get hurt. Also I thank Him for not taking a life. I don’t know exactly how I would of recovered if someone I cared about lost his or her life that night. I love life more than ever because of that experience. Most importantly, I love the Lord more than I ever could of imagined.
The Lord has a perfect rode of trials for my life and I praise Him for that.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
My disability is...
I am lazy. I don’t understand why I can sit in a seminar with not one person to talk to and still not be able to get myself to do my homework. That inner lazy man of mine controls me. I really do not find that feeling very enjoyable. I know in my inner not lazy man that I will feel so much better if just get to work and actually finish one project in my life. Isn’t that sad that I vaguely remember finishing one project?
I think what is even sadder than that is that I posses the ability to accomplish things and yet I do not take advantage of it. I posses the ability to run, jump, and see things that some do not get the chance to see. Why me? Why would the Lord give me no disabilities when I deserve all disabilities? These questions haunt me quit often in my sleep or just when I am being lazy.
So I am still stuck like the pipe tester leaving a job. I just feel guilty about letting my abilities waste away. I feel guilt for not pushing my mind to a harder level. I feel guilty that I don’t enjoy running and jumping all the time.
Then a dart from the blue! I realize why I am the way that I am.
I have the biggest disability there is: lack of motivation. I have no motivation to get up in the morning even though I have the ability to. I have no motivation to push my mind in excelling even though I have the ability to.
So in a way this is my cross to bear. I want to make a drastic change but the chances are that by the time I am done writing this I will be vegging out on my couch with some cookies and milk watching Ellen.
I have a disability, and I praise the Lord for it, because when I am weak He is strong.
I think what is even sadder than that is that I posses the ability to accomplish things and yet I do not take advantage of it. I posses the ability to run, jump, and see things that some do not get the chance to see. Why me? Why would the Lord give me no disabilities when I deserve all disabilities? These questions haunt me quit often in my sleep or just when I am being lazy.
So I am still stuck like the pipe tester leaving a job. I just feel guilty about letting my abilities waste away. I feel guilt for not pushing my mind to a harder level. I feel guilty that I don’t enjoy running and jumping all the time.
Then a dart from the blue! I realize why I am the way that I am.
I have the biggest disability there is: lack of motivation. I have no motivation to get up in the morning even though I have the ability to. I have no motivation to push my mind in excelling even though I have the ability to.
So in a way this is my cross to bear. I want to make a drastic change but the chances are that by the time I am done writing this I will be vegging out on my couch with some cookies and milk watching Ellen.
I have a disability, and I praise the Lord for it, because when I am weak He is strong.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
The Man
Beep! Beep! Beep! My ears finally get through to my head that I am supposed to arouse from my deep and quite place of sleep. My eyes eventually start to open as I wipe away the blurry sleep from my eyes. Each blink from that moment is at least ten seconds long. So I roll off the bed and fall five feet onto the alarm clock and crush it.
I am totally another person when I arouse. I like to call him frustrated because it is very frustrating to be in a perfect world of rest and contentment where there is no pain and no awareness of the suffering around me or in me and then awake into a cruel world that awakes you with loud shrieks of beeping at an hour that is so early that even the birds aren’t chirping yet.
The freaking birds are sleeping people! What the heck is your problem!
It’s the man. The man is taking control of our lives and ruling us by machines such as alarm clocks, coffee makers, ovens, phones, cars, T.V., computers and microwaves. Now I am not against these wonderful machines that give me life. No, that’s not it at all. I am against the schedule created by the man that the whole world functions by and runs their life by.
Dear Man,
Why are you so inconsiderate of others? Every day I lose hours of sleep because of you and I will never get to go back in time and sleep them out. Where did you get the nerve Man? Did you get an A on a paper one day and decide, “ I’m awesome, and with my awesomeness I will create a system that the whole world will function by like zombies not knowing which way to go unless the ‘Man’ (me) tells them where to go.” That’s ridiculous Man. I bet you’re the one who created the one-way streets. What happened to our individual rights and freedoms? So much for a democracy, this is a camouflage unitary government, and once I find you Man with your secrete unitary government be afraid.
Your enemy,
The Charm
In conclusion we are becoming a part of a system that takes away from our sleep and I don’t like it.
I am going to kill the Man.
I am totally another person when I arouse. I like to call him frustrated because it is very frustrating to be in a perfect world of rest and contentment where there is no pain and no awareness of the suffering around me or in me and then awake into a cruel world that awakes you with loud shrieks of beeping at an hour that is so early that even the birds aren’t chirping yet.
The freaking birds are sleeping people! What the heck is your problem!
It’s the man. The man is taking control of our lives and ruling us by machines such as alarm clocks, coffee makers, ovens, phones, cars, T.V., computers and microwaves. Now I am not against these wonderful machines that give me life. No, that’s not it at all. I am against the schedule created by the man that the whole world functions by and runs their life by.
Dear Man,
Why are you so inconsiderate of others? Every day I lose hours of sleep because of you and I will never get to go back in time and sleep them out. Where did you get the nerve Man? Did you get an A on a paper one day and decide, “ I’m awesome, and with my awesomeness I will create a system that the whole world will function by like zombies not knowing which way to go unless the ‘Man’ (me) tells them where to go.” That’s ridiculous Man. I bet you’re the one who created the one-way streets. What happened to our individual rights and freedoms? So much for a democracy, this is a camouflage unitary government, and once I find you Man with your secrete unitary government be afraid.
Your enemy,
The Charm
In conclusion we are becoming a part of a system that takes away from our sleep and I don’t like it.
I am going to kill the Man.
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