i bought a chrome-plated slide today

What do I have to say?

woke up. went to the music shop and bought a slide for the fender. bought a guage 46 string for the gibson. went to hastings. bought a used (but in very good condition) copy of "The Fatherless and the Widow" by sixpence none the richer. went to "ye old river" by the sports center for about an hour. bowled with matthew, carissa, merissa, and chris for two hours. came home. contemplated.

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I see the wonder setting in
over where I am going
and where I've been
and by the way
when I kneel to pray
it never seems you're there
and I'll admit that I do not try
when it's easier to sit down and cry
I'm so full of doubt
want to let it out
let it out all over you

on my circle of error
I go round and round
on my circle of error
I go round and round again

I'm running things into the ground
all the truth I'm seeking has not been found
and I am weak
all the words I speak
bring no passion anymore
and I will try for happiness
in the midst of all this emptiness
all I want is you
if I only knew
how to get up off this floor

"Circle of Error" - sixpence none the richer

This Beautiful Mess

I just bought this cd at hastings today for only $6.48. It was used but the condition is practically new. While I listen to it at the moment, I find that I'm digging it pretty deep. The bass player kicks some serious backside and the music itself is just plain awesome. It's not as well edited as Divine Discontent, but that isn't always the measure of a good album. good stuff.

Hey You

"You're it,
and this is the s--- that I've been talking about."

cybersuffice

It's cute how we americans have so much and only seem to want more.

the glistening outside.

As I was walking outside my house this morning, every thing was so surreal. The sun was shining and the only sounds I could hear were the chirps of birds. It almost reminded me of a scene off of Napoleon Dynamite.

Perplexity

I firmly believe in the sovereignty of God. I know that He has my entire life mapped out for me and is control (not that I'm a fatalist; man is still responsible for his actions). The thing that kills me, though, is my whole view of my future. I hardly give it any thought. I don't know what I want to do with my life. I feel disoriented.

Merry Xmas

Well, considering that there are probably only two or three people who actually read my blog, I don't know whether they would be upset if I didn't post a christmas message to them. However, it is a pretty important day today, so merry Christmas to the people who read this blog. You are the few, the proud.

I don't know whether this verse has much relevance to the day, but it's comforting. So, I going to post is anyway.
"I am the good Shepard; I know my own and my own know me." (John 10:14)

Immi

Although I haven't made a "rocker of the week" in a couple of weeks, I'm back. This week's rocktress is Imogen Heap. She's a total babe simply because she has such a beautiful voice.

The Gelid Breeze and Its Impish Schemes

When you live in a house environment, you suffer from allergies. When you live in a dorm, you suffer from the easily spread cold. Honestly, I don't there is anyway of evading the nose-drip, sore throat, and poppy ears. Notwithstanding, eating really a really good casadilla helps put you in a good mood--truth be told.

How Can You Not Like This?

2 types

There are two types of people: Those who admit to having played Super Mario and those who are liars. Think about it.

Emo

I'm sitting here listening to Sunny Day Real Estate, which is really almost pushing me to start my own band styled after the mid to late 90s emo. The only problem is that most of the people I know here aren't really into emo; most don't even know what it is. So how can you have an emo band when most of your friends who play instruments don't even know what emo is? I could clone myself, but that would cost too much and there are certain moral implications involved. Getting slightly off the subject, the thing that amazes me the most is that most people don't know what emo is, even though "emo" is such a cool word.

I Need Sleepy.

Nose is runny. Hard to study. Two tests tomorrow. Too bad they aren't video games. Too bad the chance of the Autumns coming to Lubbock is slim-to-none. But there is good. Jesus loves me. I'll have fun tomorrow. It'll be an okay time.

Duration: 2 minutes, 11 seconds

1) My telecaster is in the possession of my next-door neighbours.
2) The best chips? I would have to say Doritos.
3) You don't have to have big muscles to be a rocker. Rockers and artsy guys can get away without having big muscles. Furthermore, girls dig rockers simply because of their popularity and abilitly to lay down raucous tones.
4) Joshua the Thatcher has joined the blogger community. Check out his blog.
5) I think Imogen Heap has a very beautiful voice.
6) Sore throat coming on. Kill it! Swat it with Chloraseptic!
7) I'm in the Cru Bible Study at Wall/Gates.
8) Of the three game consoles out on the market, I prefer the gamecube. Reason: it's nintendo

A Coversation Between Friends

Forrest: Does your brain make sounds?
Josh: What kind of sounds?
Forrest: Well, does it growl when it gets hungry for knowledge? You know, that kind of stuff.
Josh: Nope
Forrest: Why is that?

Josh never did answer Forrest; it's quite sad really.

Alpha Bravo Foxtrot

When my brain thinks too hard and expoldes, it says, "Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezy-Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezy."*

*Forrey's brain has never really exploded before, but that's what it would be like.

Paul Banks

This week's featured rocker is Paul Banks, the lead singer and guitarist for Interpol.

Sundry Goods

I have a can of ovaltine that I've not used at all yet; I haven't even peeled the alluminum seal off the top yet. So you may be wondering why I haven't used it during the whole 2 and a half months I've been here. This is why: no milk combined with the lack of effort to get some. I've been contemplating whether or not I should sneak my can of ovaltine into the dining hall and just use some from there. This is probably what I'll do, and I'm confident that no person who works in the dining hall reads this blog. It's such a good scheme.

In The Nose A Mighty Wind Blows Out

So very dusty. I'm starting to sneeze more than I normally do. Pray for me. Pray that the lent and dust would be vaporized somehow.