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| It's Time for a Change.. |
[December 07, 2005] |
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You Need to Read These Words...
That is, you need to read them if you care about the future entries of my journal. Which is somewhat a self important assumption that you do, but I'd hope you'd want to adjust to the changes I've made. :) So, for all of you out there who actually read what I fill this electronic void with, and for those of you who care about where to find them, I've changed my journal to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) driedtored, and it's up to you to add this new journal to your friends list because after this Collective0009 will be updated no more. I realized I couldnt change the user name Collective0009 to something else without shelling out some money, (which does not seem all too appealing to me), and since I dont really care about most of these older journal entries, (most of them are embarassing and indicative of some desperate attempt to sound important, both linguistically and content-wise), I dont mind starting over. The two journals look the same, and I took the time to manually add some of the most recent journal entries that made me smile, but the name had to change, and I'll tell you why... although the literary summary might bore you to tears... sorry in advance!!!
I made this journal in 2003, two years ago... almost three years now! I had reacently read Ayn Rand's book Anthem and I respected it a lot, despite the negative things I had heard about it morally, and found the symbolism and literary description of it very intriguing and exciting. The book is very captivating in terms of the setting and mood, and there are a lot of books out there like it, ones that have purely imagined, futuristic societies where people's individualism is stripped away and micromanaged, and these gray figures are grouped into generic control groups like herds of cattle. The Giver is another such book where individualism is denied to society. I liked them for whatever reason, they really transported you to somewhere new and nonexistant and they were so novel because the culture we develop in, America, is all about individualism and the progress and successes of the self. Well in the book people do not have individual names, and there is no use of the pronouns "I", "mine", "my", "me"... those were forbidden words. People, although individuals, had to refere themselves in pluralized terms to avoid the discovery and power behind one's own self. I liked the way the people were named like groups, and one labeled Collective0-0009 because, although the symbolic value behind that group having that name slips my memory, I felt like there was some depth to it. All the groups had significant names, although mechanical and and unindividualistic, like Equality, or some others that I cant remember. It was stupid, really. I knew at the time that Ayn Rand had some of her own, self created politics and that she was an athiest. I also knew the very purpose of her book was to create some platform for self-glorified individualism and the almighty power found in "I", a natural and fleshly current that we as Christians fight against in the attempt to deny ourselves and take up our Cross... But I kind of just ignored it. After all, it's just a user name. But yeah, even though no one has really read that book, or can make a connection between my user name and her novel, the things she stands for now repulse me more than ever, and I dont want to have anything to do with her humanistic obsession with self, and her hatred of the True and Living God. The bomb dropped on me today. I was reading some of the opinion articles in my college's newspaper, The Daily Targum, an activity that almost always tends to nasueate me because it is ALWAYS chock full of articles by Christian bashers and conservate haters, who try at all opportune moments to dismember Christianity, the legitimacy of that religion in our history, and the "irritating" presence of it in our society today. I'm actually praying about maybe writing my own opinion piece to the newspaper, because I'm sick of this one-sided religion bashing. God forbid someone wrote an article attacking Islam.. that would be barbaric... (secular huminist hypocrites). Obviously I'm not going to bash anyone's religion if I do write it, and it wont be as heated as this journal entry (remember that I'm venting) but I am going to stick up for the only religion that it's okay to discriminate against. But anyway, to the point, in the article I was reading today, titled "Christmas Does Not Apply To All", in which it argues that conservatives and christians need to get over themselves and stop trying to make CHRISTmas universally applied, (how about this, if all those secular idealogues hate that Christmas has to do with, oh i dont know, CHRIST, how about we just stop nationally celebrating the holiday all together? Leave it for the Christians who REALLY know what it's about! Oh how the economy would suffer. I dont want this country celebrating Christmas if they're not going to ALLOW it TO BE what it HISTORICALLY and CULTURALLY IS!...the birth of Jesus Christ of Nazereth!!! GET OVER IT!) UGH. so much frustration. But anyway, I need to stay focused, toward the end of this hienously offensive article (but of course it doesnt matter that we're offended... as the author Scott Lichtenstein, who is Jewish, says, he's the one who "feels slightly alienated when constantly greeted with 'Merry Christmas'"... I'm so sorry you feel "slightly alienated" Scott, because I feel OPPRESSED!...I'm sorry, what if I feel "slightly aliented" when schools take off to celebrate Purim... [I don't actually feel that, I'm just trying to make a point]) Ugh, okay, I promised I would focus... so toward the end he name drops Ayn Rand like it would stinkin qualify his article as valid and absolute truth, and says, "This objection holds just as true for the dogged atheisists, like my good old buddy Ayn Rand, who uses quotes to argue against, not for, the idea of America as a Christian nation". And thats where I realized Collective0009 needed to go... and fast! I want nothing to do with this oppressive, bordering on religiously persecuting, psycho babble... it's one of my strongest passions as a Christian AND as an American citizen, and I find myself contending with this hideous national theme over and over again. Which is why I also feel lead to maybe, someday, if God leads, inspires, and calms me down, to give The Daily Targum a piece of my mind. But regardless of all this nonsense I've made you read, I just wanted you to know not only that I have gotten rid of the use of this journal, but why. So as a personal conviction from the Lord, and as open defiance against Ayn Rand and what this country is trying to do as a whole, which I know I should expect, but still infuriates me just the same, Collective0009 is now extinct...
The end.
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| Behold the Power of Mayonnaise... |
[December 07, 2005] |
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ItaLiaNMiKe: Hey punkdog
DriedToRed: haha you're gunna get IT!
ItaLiaNMiKe: noooo
DriedToRed: haha and you dont even know what IT is, which makes it all the more initimidating...
ItaLiaNMiKe: yeah, i know, but then again, IT could be a turkey sandwich, and then IT wouldnt be all that bad...
ItaLiaNMiKe: is IT a turkey sandwich?
DriedToRed: actually it is! how did you guess? and would you believe it, that turkey sandwhich is dripping with mayonnaise!!!!!!!!!
ItaLiaNMiKe: ewwww, I dont want IT.
DriedToRed: too bad...
DriedToRed: the whole point of getting "it", means that you dont have a choice. Its a form of punishment.
ItaLiaNMiKe: oh yeah, man, I'll be good, you're not a punkdog, just dont give me the mayonnaise.
DriedToRed: hahaha, see how easy that was?
AND the fun doesn't end there:
DriedToRed: haha you are a turd monger!
DriedToRed: I was right about you.
ItaLiaNMiKe: haha, listen potato-face, I dont need this from you
DriedToRed: GASP
DriedToRed: hahah that was a pretty accurate comeback, considering my two best friends in high school always told me my face looked like a potato.
ItaLiaNMiKe: really? i didnt think it was true at all.
DriedToRed: hahah its okay. I can accept being a round, yellowish-white, underground root-face.
ItaLiaNMiKe: you're not round, stupidhead
DriedToRed: hahahahaha!
DriedToRed: you're always so sweet about things, Mike.
DriedToRed: I especially felt warm at "stupidhead".
ItaLiaNMiKe: I know. I'm a sensitive guy.
DriedToRed: hahah thats what I always say...
I know you are all probably sick of these updates that are purely excerpts from Michelangelo convos... but I'm not. hahaha. Don't be jealous because we're so fun! In time, you can be fun too.
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| Back to being a sickling again... |
[December 06, 2005] |
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Oh man. So sick. And right in time for finals... As if I didn't have a hard enough time being a decent student when I was healthy.
Maybe it's because I don’t listen to the witch doctor Lydia and only drink more or less about 10 ounces of water a day.
Or maybe it's because I refuse to listen to Mike and drink the "nasty orange stuff" that's pure ground up Vitamin C.
Maybe it's because I ignore my parents and eat only carbs and sugar and sleep a total of 6 hours a night.
Oh well, whatever it is, or whoever I ignored, I'm unhealthy... and sick. And not liking it. And still obligated to drag myself about campus in some sorry attempt to actually learn.
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[December 01, 2005] |
The truth about RUTGERS!! and what it means to be a true Rutgers student... and to hate every second of it... haha. What would I do without my name and campus twin?!
DriedToRed: hey do you remember who that comic was by?
DriedToRed: the one about getting seal married
potlyd: its a rutgers special.
potlyd: you only get that knd of wit with a cocktail of drugs and a hangover
DriedToRed: hahahaha and AN STD!! dont forget our mascot...
DriedToRed: the venerial wart
potlyd: OOOH YES
potlyd: hahahaha
potlyd: ewwwwwwwwwwwwww
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| OOhh time travel time! |
[November 30, 2005] |
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I stole this from Shelly-o's journal. I saw it, and being the 80's child i am, just couldnt resist! That and I LOVE THE 80'S!!!!!!!!!
Bold if:
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!"
2. You watched the Pound Puppies.(Does owning the stuffed ones count?)
3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air".
4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish. (Maybe not biker shorts under skirts, but spandex pants under shorts!! ... Because Carissa on Carissa Explains it All did it, duh!)
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own.(i didnt go that far, but i read almost every book and I did start many clubs as child... too many)
6. You owned those little Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls. (I practically walked around the house with them wedged up my nose... they smelled so good!!)
7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom. (i wasnt allowed to watch Blossom. It was forbidden)
8. Two words: M.C. Hammer Can't touch this, bebbeh.
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock." (BEST SHOW EVER! except now you go back and watch it and wonder how as a child you were so decieved by ridiculously poor graphics. I really believed they were in a cave.. now i look back on that show and realize they were just puppers in front of a brown poster.. oh well.)
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales." (never liked it)
12. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen. (and my grandma fell asleep. Remember Chris??)
15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. (AND I PLAYED IT DEVOTEDLY AT MY FRIENDS LINDSEY'S HOUSE!! haha! we would do nothing else.. i mean it. even eating.)
16. You played the game "MASH". (im still waiting for most of that stuff to come true!!)
17. You wore a Jordache Jean jacket and you were proud of it.(who says i wore name brands back then?!?!)
18. L.A. Gear
19. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten.
20. You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing" and all the Ramona books.
21. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF."
22. You wanted to be a Goonie. (I didnt get to watch it when i was little, but i own it now! HEY YOU GUuUuUuYS!!!)
23. You ever wore flourescent clothing. (AND I WAS PROUD!)
24. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off.
25. You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
26. You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.
27. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets. (HAHAHAHAHA! One in every color... almost :)
29. You remember Hypercolor T-shirts (dont you mean tye-dye?)
28. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
30. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band. (and i have the movie where they perform in outerspace! yeah floating makeup scene!!)
31. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up. (ugh, boy shows... ick. hello, look at #30)
32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets. (and rings that turned your fingers funky colors, and necklasses that broke before they had the chance to give your neck a rash!)
33. You owned a pair of jelly sandals. (And i liked to smell the plastic!)
34. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?" (HAHAHA my sister and I abused that beyond reason.. that and screaming when you heard "the word of the day")
35. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up!"
36. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
37. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip 'n' Slide. (hurray scrapes and wet grass stuck all over you!!)
38. You have ever played with a Skip-It. (BEST GAME EVEEEER! Remember Mike? Thats the only game we were missing at the lock in, a stinkin skip it!!)
39. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's
41. You remember Popples. (we collected those suckers!)
42. "Don't worry, be happy."
43. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights. (Maybe not eight.. but im sure i tried a stocking-sock combination at some point)
44. You wore socks scrunched down.
45. "Miss MARY MACK MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK"
46. You remember boom boxes vs. CD players. (Actually i still wish i knew the difference)
47. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
48. You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!"
49. You remember watching Rainbow Brite and My Little Ponies. (Yeah we owned a few of those and at my sisters 4th or 5th birthday party i got accused of stealing her fashion star philly... ugh)
50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot. (HAHAHA we watched that every morning on our Chincoteague vacations!)
51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac. (That guy was scary... and always hitting on women)
52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool. (UUUH my sister and I had fan club home base in our living room.. i had New Kids on the Block EVERYTHING! Dolls, nighties, towels,... yeah.. pretty freaky)
53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell," the ORIGINAL class. (I miss you guys!!)
54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - "YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME". (Almost all of them. but i think thats in part from my 4 month stay at Bennigans)
55. You played and or collected "Pogs". (They were the cause of many a fight between me and my sister)
56. You used to pretend that you could transform into a Power Ranger. (YEAH CHRIS!! You remember those days! I bet you remember them the best! Our little aspiring ranger!)
Haha that was fun. I'm going to have to blast to my past more often!
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| God Merch! |
[November 29, 2005] |
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DriedToRed: its okay. im sure God still loves you.
ItaLiaNMiKe: thats good, im glad God doesnt kill people for church slouching
DriedToRed: well He killed some people for using profane fire in church once, so idk.. God can be pretty spontaneous
DriedToRed: hahah i wouldnt put it past Him, mikey... dun dun dun
ItaLiaNMiKe:thats true, but so far, he's been merciful to us chruch slouchers, i just wont take His merch for granted
ItaLiaNMiKe: mercy* haha, God's not selling anything
DriedToRed: hahahahahaha
DriedToRed: yea you better watch out, otherwise He might tax you for that God mug...
haha. oh man. Its always a comic adventure with Mikey. :)
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Hey, so I really hate curse words...
A lot.
And trust me, people sound a lot smarter when they use them... they're like, intelligent sentence enhancers. Really. I mean as vast as the english language is, isnt so much smarter and more creative to dig through the bottom most recesses of the cesspool of language to express yourself?! i think so...
Ugh.
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[November 24, 2005] |
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I've never felt more weak and helpless than I do now.
Nothing else has ever felt too complex to solve, too vast to contain, too heavy to hold, too broken to restore.
Until now.
I never felt like something was so above and beyond me, so untouchable.
Until this moment.
I've never felt this unable to breathe.
And this is exactly where God wants me.
To show me just how incapable I truly am.
To blow me away with the enormity of my weakness.
And my faults.
And how He is everything I am not.
And how He commands and directs what I foolishly thought I could wield.
He is taking the wheel.
I am breathless, and excited.
Terrified and yet at peace.
Brokeness is more than pain and heart ache.
Brokeness is realizing you are a shattered vessel.
A messy array of scattered, miniscule, and incapable fragmants.
Good for nothing but a restoration that you yourself cannot perform.
It is realizing you are a pathetic mess of shards and dust -
Paralyzed in all your dishevelment.
It is realizing you are helpess.
It is realizing He is God.
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[November 23, 2005] |
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I have been flagged down and sucked in. OH well. hehe. thanks Jenny, the love of my LIFE!!! haha. Youre lucky I find you so cute. haha..
Rules of the game: Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this.
5 Random Facts... about me
1). I Love Jesus... a lot.
Thats probably not so random, but its definitely the biggest part of me, and of who I am. I couldnt just leave Him out of this. I dont want to leave Him out of anything!! I cant avoid Him, He's everywhere in my life, He consumes me, and I love every second of it. Thats just the kind of God He is, He is unforgettable. In every way. haha sorry. couldnt resist.
2). I write poems that don't rhyme.
I guess this is going against some grain. For some reason, the fact that this shocks people is news to me. Supposedly most of the literate population expects Mother Goose forum of sound when reading poems. But I stick to free verse... and I'm not the only one! (shocking, I know) And I actually like poems better that way. Since I hate math, I hate restrictions, formulas, and any form of supressed expression. therefore. i refuse to rhyme. its more of a rebellion than a form of laziness or uncreativity.
3).I am VERY bad at math
As an appendage to the previous fact, I am almost comically ridiculous at math and all things related. That means spatial reasoning, fractions, measurement, learning languages, directions.. you name it. I just succumb to the fact that i stink at those things, and in the inevitable event of failure, i justify it with my excuse: "What?! I'm an English major!" But yeah, its not even funny, I've had numerous people say things to me like, "its counting, Lydia!!!" Or "Its just fractions!!" Meanwhile I'm drooling.
4). My hair IS natural, folks! And surprisingly, many people are afraid to confirm their suspicions about it and ASK!
It's a birthmark. The skin there is white (devoid of pigment), the hair grows out white. My dad had it. His dad had it. My kids will most definitely have it. Its just one of those things. But regardless of how little that seems to move me, people are still very wary of it. They will go for months at a time without saying anything about the fact that the front of my skull is blazed with non-root forming white hair. I think they're afraid to shatter my ultra fragile, paper thin self esteem by pointing out an obvious fact. "Hey you, your heads white, whats the deal?" OHH THE TRAUMA! World...closing...in... haha. Not really. Its nice of people to be so gentle and senstive about it, but i would rather they just asked me as soon as they met me, instead of wrestling internally about it for months, coming up with all sorts of theories (as in: maybe its shes a burn victim; or maybe she's really committed to dying it every single night with a clorox bleach pen or something; or [this is a great one] she got hit in the head with a rock) I hear all sorts of crazy things. But really, i dont care. God put it there, I like it. Stop making your brain sweat, and ASK ME!
5). I'm actually crazy about my parents. And I even miss them regularly.
I am one of those rare, novel species of children who dont hate or find themselves beyond annoyed with their parental units on a regular basis. At 19 I have already managed to attain that almost friendship like relationship where I pounce on my mom's bed to talk to her about my day and the events of my life, having missed her the whole day. I dont know what it is. Maybe its because they're so awesome... I definitely go through withdrawl when i dont spend good quality time in their presence for more than a week. But then again, i've never once gotten homesick. Odd. I think i miss them more when i'm home with them but dont have the time to sit down with them, than when im away for weeks at a time on missions trips or camps. Idk. I like them. Bottom line.
That was fun. Hope you all enjoyed getting to read about pointless aspects of my life. hahah. Now i get to menance the public by tagging others. Ready Courtney, Nikki, Mike D, Laura, and Brent???
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The other Lydia made me laugh when I was drinking my coffee today. Now I feel like I have a marble lodged in the right side of my neck. I hope she didnt break my throat. I just might have to stop being friends with her. You know how seriously I take my throat health.
Haha, not really. I love that girl.
In other news, college is getting better. I've developed a system for myself where all my work gets done right before it's due, as in minutes before. Let me put it this way, every wednesday I have a paper due for my Expository Writing class. It's due at 3:55 when class begins. I hit print in the college library at 3:40. It seems risky, but I actually think it really works in a way. It seems I work well under pressure... If I know my work is due within the next few hours, procrastination is no longer an option! haha. And this semester is almost over! And now with the priveledge to schedule my own classes I feel like I have more of a command over my life, except for the fact that half of my college experience will be dictated by an immeasurable number of required courses. Oh well. Didn't you know? We high school graduates aren't in college, we're in 13th and 14th grade. College starts 2 years from now.
It's getting better though. And one thing I've managed to sift out of the avalanche of lessons I've been buried in as of late:
The main obstacle and difficulty in going through trials is the object of our focus... which is almost unavoidably ourselves. We develop that feeling of hopelessness and distress because our main concern is how weak and incapable we are. Our minds run on a constant cycle of: "I can't, I don't, I never, I never will, I'm weak, I'm lost, I'm wrong"... All of this often remains true, but we will never rely on God if we continue to rely on what we know of ourselves, and not what we know of Him. All of a sudden our worry evolves into pride. We are too weak, too flawed, too fill-in-the-blank, to be redeemed and to be fixed. Instead of focusing on the largeness and omnipotence of our God, we instead dwell and obsess on the smallness and powerlessness of ourselves. We look to the infant to solve the infant's problems, instead of abandoning the impossibility of the infant's limitations, and relying on the power of the Father, of the caretaker, of the One who can when we cannot. To wade through the thick, murky, and endless waters of a trial, don’t look down, look ahead. Did we learn nothing of Peter’s experience at sea? If you continue to look at your faltering feet, you not only will gain nothing of God's character from your present situation (which after all is the point of any trial, to not only grow in character of yourself, but to grow in the knowledge of the character of your Maker), but you will find yourself wading in exhaustion for much longer than you have to. Even if the situation doesn’t alleviate from your justified perspective, your attitude and understanding of Who is in control will make it all the more bearable to endure. It's tempting, and instinctive to look down, but keep your eyes locked with your Maker's. It's the key to freedom from self obsession and eventually self deterioration.
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There's nothing that can change my mind
You're all I need
You're the only tie that binds my heart
Away from You I'm falling apart
We need to be closer than we are
You're all I need
So what can I do to get closer?
I know there is more my heart can bear
I give you control 'cause I need You
To take me there
I am waiting
Draw me closer
I am waiting
Make me stronger
2 Corinthians 12:9 "And He said unto me, My grace is sufficient for you: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
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"Then the king David said to Araunah, 'No, but I will surely buy it from you for a price; nor will I offer burnt offerings to the Lord my God with that which cost me nothing.'" II Samuel 24:24
When there's pain in the offering, Blessed be Your Name.
Through tears and strife, I trust You.
But I miss you already...
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[November 09, 2005] |
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The Colors
The colors have already begun
To bleed together.
A chemical force,
Two rivers rushing to intermingle
Forming an estuary of irreversibility.
Where blue fresh and white salt combine.
Where the beginnings and ends can
Never be deciphered.
Where sensation and sense get lost in
The Rhythm of gravity.
The colors have already begun
To rush down the rippled
Paper.
Climbing over what seem to be
Mountains.
As it hangs in some distant corner,
Dangling from a flat line.
Knocked about by the hands of
White Noise.
Distorting the Artist's
Original form.
The colors have already begun
To dry in diluted rainbows.
Like colorful pollution across
An altered white Sky.
Creating nature from synthetics,
A human rendition made Divine.
The Artist turning the page in circles
Until
In His eyes, it resembles something New.
A beautiful new design.
Beauty from Bleeding.
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| Snow, Clay Rabbits, and Paralysis |
[November 08, 2005] |
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DriedToRed: why do you want me break my spinal column into a million pieces?!?!
ItaLiaNMiKe: haha, I'm sorry, you can drink hot chocolate.
DriedToRed: you can go around the mountain and pick them up for me. it will be like jenga.
ItaLiaNMiKe: hahaha
DriedToRed: haha what if like the one time I go down a hill I snap something and I'm PARALYZED from the eyes down for life. Then you'd feel bad.
ItaLiaNMiKe: I would feel awful, but how often does that happen? like never.
ItaLiaNMiKe: these are bunny slopes, the bunnies are playing on them, they're just having a good old time, and you think you can break your spine.
DriedToRed: there's no bunnies, Mike.
DriedToRed: if there's bunnies with ski poles and snow goggles on the hill then I'll go.
ItaLiaNMiKe: what if I dressed up as a bunny, and snowboarded down the hill, would you go?
DriedToRed: haha maybe if you dressed up as a clay bunny like those cute ones I like so much in Wallace and Gromit.
DriedToRed: but it might be hard to go down a hill trapped inside a clay suit.
ItaLiaNMiKe: haha, yeah, plus I'd look really stupid, I might trip over my dying ego.
Haha. Boys. If he thinks hes going to get me to fly down a hill cacooned in snow gear and standing on a wet board, he's nuts...
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From Msnbc.com
"The death toll stood at 21 from the tornado, which struck at 2 a.m. Sunday as people slept, making it the deadliest in Indiana in more than three decades.
"The deaths in Warrick County included Cheryl Warren — a dental assistant who was eight months pregnant — her 4-year-old son, Isaac, and her husband, Jeremy, a truck driver. Authorities there also were counting as a fifth death the woman’s fetus."
Funny how we contradict ourselves. Even funnier how self-exposed we stand. How morally and scientifically advanced are we: it's only actually alive when someone wants it...
Our Nation is blind folded and bound... and so proud of their sickness. Keep this collapsing land in prayer.
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[October 11, 2005] |
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DriedToRed: tofurkey!
potlyd: yuck
DriedToRed: its tofu in the shape of a turkey! it jiggles and everything. you should get on that, considering you want to be a vegetarian
potlyd: ug
potlyd: no way
potlyd: i dont need meat flavored products
DriedToRed: haha its mandatory!
potlyd: im happy without it
potlyd: fine im gunna be an anarchist vegetarian
potlyd: bring on the lentils.
DriedToRed: i INVENTED vegetarianism and im telling you you HAVE to do it!
DriedToRed: now get a straw and eat that turkey!
potlyd: haha pesh.
DriedToRed: I'm going to make you eat the turkey jello
potlyd: NO WAY
potlyd: if you do that
potlyd: you are gonna have to eat it too
DriedToRed: hah but im not the vegetarian. im the fat meat eater who doesnt know what an ecliptical machine is
potlyd: ELLIPTICAL
potlyd: haha
DriedToRed: see?! my point exactly
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[September 21, 2005] |
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Leave a comment with your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST.
And the Results Are IN
1.) You have the best sense of humor in the ENTIRE WORLD!
2.) HMMM.. either "Cross out the Eyes" by Thursday or anything by 40 Below Summer because of that one time we went to Birch Hill and had oh so much fun. And the movie would be Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles because of all the times we watched it at grandma's old house in Brooklyn.
3.) Well i guess if i had to wrestle my own cousin in jello, it would be bread flavored jello. And you KNOW why i chose bread. It's our favorite dish at family dinners.
4.) Frederich Woopenstaff Armadillo
5.) Oh man that's difficult, but i guess my earliest memories of you were when we were really young and went to Grandma's for Christmas.
6.) ARMADILLOS! OBVIOUSLY.
7.) How come we hated each other so much when we were little? I never quite got that.
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| My demented childhood resurrected |
[September 15, 2005] |
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HAHAHA Oh man!! My sister and I used to sing this song all the time as kids.. and my parents hated it because, well, it is in fact extremely morbid.. and yet it also makes me laugh till i cry.. I dont know what made me think of it, but i couldnt remember the last verse, and so i looked it up and I actually found the words ONLINE! hahaha! oh man, lets see if this triggers any memories from any one else's disturbing childhood...
Aggravation, rehabilitation
Aggravation, a game we all must play.
Aggravation, rehabilitation
Aggravation, this is how we play
First you take a bowling ball
then you roll it down the hall
Hit your dad, run like mad
Whoah-oh-oh oh.
Aggravation, rehabilitation
Aggravation, a game we all must play.
Aggravation, rehabilitation
Aggravation, this is how we play
First you take a rubber hose
then you stick it up your nose.
Turn it on, then your gone
Whoah-oh-oh oh.
Aggravation, rehabilitation
Aggravation, a game we all must play.
Aggravation, rehabilitation
Aggravation, this is how we play
First you take a plastic bag
then you stick it on your head
Go to bed wake up dead.
Whoah-oh-oh oh.
Aggravation, rehabilitation
Aggravation, a game we all must play.
Aggravation, rehabilitation
Aggravation, that was how we played.
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[September 14, 2005] |
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Man, college is kicking my butt...
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[August 13, 2005] |
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When Scripture Becomes Prayer
Now may the God of peace... calm me
Who brought up our Lord Jesus from the dead... empower me
That great Sheperd of the sheep... guide me
Through the blood of the everlasting covenant... promise me
Make you complete... fulfill me
In every good work... use me
To do His will... have me
Working in you... invest in me
What is well pleasing in His sight... delight in me
Through Jesus Christ... aid me
To whom be glory forever and ever...and when all is said in done, take the credit away from me
Hebrews 13:20-21
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