Hey, today is June 21, 2003

Sooooooo....  Went to a party last night.  Although I mostly sat around and did a little talking, I got to watch a few people pretend that they weren't "that drunk".  It was interesting.  I just don't get how some people think that acting like an idiot is fun.  I've never had a desire to drink in my life.  Sure I've wanted to try stuff and maybe I'll have a margarita or something here and there; but the "pleasure" of it all is not there.  Nor do I think it has to be.  Of course, we must look at all sides when examining an issue.  I do believe, however, that it is anyone's perogative to drink until they get drunk.  If they wish to do it to have fun that's fine with me and I'm certainly not going to stop them.  Without drunk people, there would be one less demographic to make fun of.

Hey, today is June 18, 2003

Today is my grandpa's birthday, he's 39.  I bought him some lunch; his favorite chicken strips.  Anyway, came back to Jacksonville last night.  I didn't really have a good time in Conway.  I suppose I really didn't want to be bothered by anybody.  Anyway, I only came back to get my FAFSA crap.  Do you ever feel like you're being stalked?  Anyway!

I was going to write something else in here but I'm too frustrated with the subject to find some place to start.  Let's just say I hate hate and I can't stand hypocrites.  So, now that my message has reached millions....

Hey, today is June 17, 2003

So I'm in Conway for a little bit so I can do my FAFSA thingy for school.  I need lots of money so that later I can be in debt when I pay it back.  That's essentially the whole purpose of FAFSA.  Tomorrow is my grandfather's birthday.  He'll be 73.  Or as he puts it, he'll be 39...again.  I think I'll go ahead and mention that my very good friend Karen Kenney got married on June 12.  She's Karen Graham now and her husband Mike is really cool.  Brett and Chase are in my room now and were talking about dreaming about work.

Hey, today is June 15, 2003

The bug...is dead.  Yesterday morning, after I had initially seen the bug, my grandfather killed it.  He too expressed his disbelief at how large and menacing the bug was; after, of course, thoroughly blaming me for carrying bugs into his room via my hair.  Ah, well...all is well that ends well.  Too many wells.  Okay, so today is Father's Day.  I have the long task of calling my father, who is with my mother in Colorado, and telling him what a wonderful father he is.  And he is, of course, a wonderful father.  I'll be going to church in a little over an hour.  I go to Christ Episcopal Church in downtown Little Rock.  I love it there and the people are great.  Anyway!

Hey, today is June 14, 2003

So, I am back at my grandfather's for a while.  By a while I mean that I'm probably going to stay here a little longer this time before going back to Conway.  I don't know why, I just want to.  My uncle is here from Tulsa for the weekend.  I think he and my other uncle are planning on doing some things with the house here but I have no idea what they have planned.  I am now sitting at my computer eat-- As I was typing that sentence, a massive bug crawled across the keyboard and threatened my life.  I have not killed it yet, nor can I find where it went.  However, sources suggest, that my life is still in danger, as I spotted the bug a few moments ago after it initially threatened me.  I have now seen the bug fall upon the floor.  In my efforts to eradicate the beast, I scared it away and it scampered under a bed.  I now believe my future efforts at killing the bug will be futile as a I have no time to search the entire room.  It is too fast for me.  There will be more on this brush with death as the story develops.
June/July 2003
Hey, today is July 27, 2003

I just got finished visiting with an old friend and then realized with humbleness that I am such a dumbass sometimes.  I had been calling him and leaving messages about my upcoming recital and that I would really like him to be there.  Guess what David did?  He didn't tell him the time.  What an idiot.  Not only could we not get a hold of each other at any given point, but I neglected the most important thing.  Though I was disappointed that he didn't come, I just thought it was work or something and I had already reached a level of understanding with myself that not everyone would probably be able to make it and that was fine.  But, alas, I'm stupid.

I decided to take most of the 25th posting down.  Not because I don't believe what I said, but because it would be really easy to draw myself into debates on the effectiveness of our government at this moment and pretty much not get anywhere.  Politics, especially at this moment in time, is something that is so edgy, that it's like an egg balancing on a thin tree branch.  Will it go left or will it go right.  And when it hits the ground, how it will splat or will it even splat at all.  No one knows.  And the measurements of how and why someone supports our government are a little off center.  (sorry, that was an opinion, but the last)  And plus, there is just so much I could say I could fill up several pages and still not be done.  "That's a lot of hot air!" you say.  Yeah, but it's a lot of hot air blowing into a weary old man's face who hasn't felt the warmth of truth in a while.  (okay, I lied, another opinion, the last I promise)  The Bill of Rights thing stays, though.  I feel too strongly about that to take it down.  If, however, something big comes up, I'll post.  "Like what?!" you ask.  I don't know. But I'll let ya' know.  Okay?  Okay.  Perhaps you can find out how I feel on the "life" page.  I didn't say it so there's no reason to get mad, right?

Hey, today is July 20, 2003

So I had a big day yesterday.  We had church in the morning and it just lasted too long.  It was an ordination for a priest, which takes longer than a normal service.  The music was nice and the service and sermon was nice, it was just too long for ADD people like myself to sit through.  After that was Karen's reception.  It was really cool and I know Karen was happy.  I hope that Mike and her have a good life.  After that I came home and just went straight to bed.  Well, not straight to bed, but pretty much so.  I have church in a couple of hours, again.

Hey, today is July 16, 2003

If there is a better word for "stalk", I would like to use it here.  But I don't know one.  If anybody else does, let me know.  Maybe I'm wrong, "stalk" is such a strong word.  Maybe "consistently in contact" would be a better phrase, or "wanting to know where the next victim is at all times".  I kid.  No I don't, I'm completely serious.  I don't know if I want to come back to Conway tonight.  I have this weird feeling in my tummy that I should stay.  And I think that I will.  Or maybe I'm just too tired to get off my lazy booty to gather my things together.  Or maybe I have a fear of stalkers.  Nah!!  By the way, feel free to browse the music links on my music page.  It took forever to get them all.  You know, I love my family, and I miss them.  I wish they could come up whenever I wanted them to.  I miss my mom and dad the most.  I never get to see them and I hope they miss me as I much as I miss them.  I also hope they sent in my FAFSA info on time, or I'll have to disown them.  No, no, I'm just kidding.  Seriously though folks.  You know, I have really enjoyed staying here with my grandpa for the past summer.  I'm going to miss it when school starts.  Did you know that today in history, in 1790, Washington City, as it was called back then, was declared the capital of the United States?  Yes?  No?  Well, yeah, it was.

Hey, today is July 8, 2003

You know, life is just so weird.  And it's also too short.  School is fast approaching, and I can't believe it.  This summer has gone by so quickly, especially with everything that's happened.  I hate fast summers.  It makes me feel like I haven't accomplished anything.  I'm listening to Pete Yorn at the moment.  He is so cool, and his music has a lot of meaning.  Something I think that you don't get from a lot of music now a days.  I heard a song on the radio the other day that was something like "I wanna be your ice cream cone, baby" or some crap like that.  Next thing you know there will be songs like "let's eat some steak tonight" or "K-Mart makes me so hot, honey".  There doesn't seem to be enough thought put into music now-a-days; or enough talent.

Hey, today is July 2, 2003

First off I would like to say Happy Birthday to my very good friend and sexual slave, Michael Watson.  I missed his birthday by a day and I wanted to apologize.  I know how it feels to be forgotten, and I'm really sorry.  He turned 25 years old but doesn't look a day over 4: born on June 28, 1978.  I'm sorry I missed your birthday Michael.  It was Sarah's fault.  Secondly, I would like to say I hate conflict.  It erks me.  It grinds at my stomach and weighs heavy on my mind.  My mind requires a certain amount of order for it to remain sane and controversy does not help the situation.  I get this from my mother, who is a loving and kind person and decent human being.  She likes for everyone to get along and usually thinks of other's feelings before her's.  In a word, she is gentle.  Qualities I'm glad I inherited from her, and qualities I wish I had inherited more of.  Though they have not always been good for me.  For example, I hate to be in other people's way.  Case and point: driving.  I am way too nice on the road.  I have, most of the time, been courteous (and cautious) when dealing with other drivers.  Something that has saved my life and something that has hendered me as a person.  I suppose that was the way I was raised, to give people the benefit of the doubt.  But like I said, I take it too far sometimes.  Why?  Becuase I hate conflict. "Take a therapy class, you psycho," you say.  Therapy is a lot of money, and I'm not exaclty rolling in it.  Plus, I don't really think I'm that messed up.  You know, there are advantages and disadvantages to every human quality that we have.  Perhaps it's how we react to or build upon those qualities that makes them positive or negative.

(cut to cheesy music)

There was another battle this morning.  A long and involved struggle with, you guessed it, another bug.  As I went into the bathroom this morning to brush my teeth, the menacing beast reared its ugly head and challenged me.  Its weapon: hundreds of diseases; mine: a can of antibacterial Lysol.  It was a long and valiant struggle (on my part) but in the end, the monster fell; its efforts to crush me in vain.  Life goes on.  I began to get light headed, but realized that it was not because of my victory, but because the bathroom door was closed and I had used quite a bit of Lysol in my attack.  Anyway!