To The Blue Sky. . .
10.30.2003
Okay, so here's the deal: I was talking to Mona earlier, and it got me to thinking. Star Wars would totally beat Lord of The Rings in a fight. Here's a few examples. . .
Obi Wan Kenobi vs. Gandalf the Grey/White
Okay, this one is just pretty simple. I mean, the force is obviously much stronger than any of that wizard stuff Gandalf has. Even after becoming Gandalf the white. I mean, come on, Gandalf has to use a stick and say silly incantations. Obi Wan doesn't have to do any of that. He can wield the force through sheer mind power. Now, I know what you're thinking, "but Obi Wan always had to wave his hand around when he used the force!" Well, while true, it's not much of an argument. The hand motions do nothing more than serve as an action to help the jedi focus their mind power. They are not nessicary to using the force. Basicly though, this wouldn't be much of a fight. Especially if Obi Wan was allowed to use his lightsaber.
Luke Skywalker vs. Aragon
Again, not much of a contest. Aragon doesn't even have any wizard powers. He only has a sword and maybe a bow or something. Luke would kick him all over the place, lightsaber or no lightsaber. Even in a sword fight I think Luke would win because his fighting skills are enhanced by the force. So Star Wars Wins again.
Han Solo vs. Aragon
Now this one I think would go to Lord of the Rings. Han Solo has no force power plus, he's not much of a swordsman. If he had his blaster pistol or a crossbow then he would almost for sure win, but in a sword fight, or even hand to hand combat, I'm pretty sure Aragon would win. Though, in hand to hand it would be really close because Han Solo was once in the Imperial Navy and he's a good street fighter. How do you think he lived so long as a smuggler and statesman?
The Emperor and Darth Vader vs. Sauron and Saurumon
Okay, this one again is no contest. The Emporer and Darth Vader would use all their crazy dark force powers to destroy the other guys. I mean, I can't even spell the other guys' names. That alone is a blow against them. But seriously, the Emperor is totally the most evil out of them all too. Sauron and Saurumon are only trying to conquer one planet. The Emperor held an entire universe under his control for decades. That's pretty core evil conquest if you ask me. So Star Wars wins again.
As you can see, out of 4 battles, Star Wars wins. I didn't even get into the supporting cast much. I mean, sure, the hobbits would take care of C3PO, but R2-D2 would totally give them hell. It'd be a great fight. And Chewbacca would seriously take on just about anyone from Lord of the Rings and win, with the exception of the wizards. So there you have it. While equally cool and fun to read and watch, Star Wars would win in a fight. It'd be really awesome to watch though. I'm totally going to write an article on this for the next issue of the Odin. It's going to be sweet.
10.29.2003
10.28.2003
Lame. Yep. Lame. There, I said it.
Lots of negativity on the faces and in the hearts of those around me. It saddens me. I want to take that burden for them. I don't know what would make them feel that way. Well, I guess I do, but you know what I mean. I don't know. I feel it too though. I just don't know anymore.
I'd rather forget.
10.26.2003
Okay, so here's the deal. Yesterday was awesome.
First we went to Mona's house and ate and stuff, and then she drove us around to "see the sights" except there were no sights to see. But it was fun anyways. With. . . well, Zach and Nate know what I mean. "It's coming in your window!" Yeah. Then back to Mona's house where I proceeded to destroy everybody in tetherball. I'm serious too. I won every match. I'm a killer. You suckas. Don't ever take me on in tetherball because I will make you cry. Seriously. Then Mona played us a piano solo. She had it all planned as a surprise for us. It was very sweet of her. What a deary.
Then. . . the concert. . . Yes. It was as awesome as you think. Probably even better. I was up against the stage, front row, and I got picks from Norma Jean and Project 86. Plus I got to scream "she simply will not die!" into the mike during Norma Jean's set. I totally punched fists with one of Stretch's guitarist. Then me and Stretch Arm Strong's singer went like this:
Him: "Sometimes, I. . .take it. . ."
Me: "For granted!"
Yeah, and when he put the mike to my mouth, all the sweat on his arm dripped all over my face and got in my mouth and stuff. It was crazy. There was just so much awesome stuff that happened. And I met this guy named Jim (sound familiar Eric Stiensland? It should, because he plays in your band) and he gave me a free Solidstate CD/DVD double disc thing. It's so cool. And then after the show I was talking to him for awhile and that's when I found out he went to Heart & Soul. I told him that he should come up next week to Janesville with Eric and watch the show. Because Mike's band is playing too. And I talked to some of the guys from Norma Jean and I saw a bunch of people from Janesville, and one of the chicks from Celestial Static, and it was just an awesome night. I had so much fun. It was one of the best shows I've ever gone to, if not the best. I know you're all jealous. It's okay. I am too. Oh wait, I'm not. Because I was there.
10.24.2003
10.23.2003
Dude, so tonight was this dating/purity thing at my church. It was like a live simulcast from Ohio or something. It was called "Don't Date Naked: Put On God's Armor." So, going into it, I was thinking that it was going to be lame. But actually it was really cool. I enjoyed it, and the speakers were really good. It got me thinking though, I want to be pure. In every aspect of my being. I want to be so powerful through Christ, I just really want to change the world. Not just the Salvation Army, but the whole world. I can't wait.
10.22.2003
Sorry about the last entry. That was me trying to be cool. I should really stop doing that. Yeah. It gets pretty lame.
Also, is it just me, or has no one else seen Mike lately either? Dude, Mike, let's hang out. I told Joey yesterday that we three need to get together because I haven't done anything with you guys in a long time. How about another late night at the park sometime?
10.21.2003
That's the way things go right? You spend your time obsessing over such trivial things. I've found that I do it to myself most of the time. I've grown so comfortable with falling apart. It's like I've just become accustomed with failure and I don't even make an effort to change. It's all so crazy. It's good to step outside of yourself sometimes and take a look at everything for what it really is. You know what I mean?
Am I going to change? Probably not anytime soon. I lack the motivation to try an better myself. It needs to happen in my mind before it can happen in my life. I'm just going to roll with it all. It's not so bad really. I came to that today. Well really, it was God who showed it to me, but it really doesn't have to be so painful. I just have to take it for what it is and make the best of it. So congratulations. I'm happy for you, and especially for me. I like being happy too. It's a very nice thing to be. It's easy to seek comfort in misery, but the company is better when you're happy. Unless you like being alone. Yep. Me too.
10.20.2003
This song reminds me of a blog entry I wish I would have written.
Nothing Dreaful Ever Happens
Forget everything I'm about to say.
It's important you appear startled.
I didn't survive the crash.
This is nothing personal.
I just had to stop shaking.
I'm sorry, but I don't feel as if I'm in any shape to comfort you.
- Keith Buckley of Everytime I Die
The Logic of Crocodiles
I am a very important person.
I've acquired a genetically altered handshake, capable of speeds up to 30 mph.
I have hair arranged by the most advanced landscape surveillance operators our company can afford.
I have a very expensive pen.
I use big words quite often, in substitution for semantically equivalent words.
I attribute this success to my professional demeanor and my strong stock portfolio.
Though it may not appear so, I am quite comfortable in my surroundings.
I have everything, let me show you around.
Smile you fucker, it's not often you get this chance.
Love is just an exchange of corporate documents.
I've reviewed your report and I feel you're a prospect for mechanical salvation.
This is a joint venture that will be mutually advantageous to both parties involved.
Technically this is just a business merger.
A consolidation of liquid assets.
We are respectively geared towards customer service.
There is a great possibility for corporate sponsorship.
If you're willing, I am sure we could synchronize agendas.
Swift, and efficient satisfaction through innovative planning.
We could form a strong, strategic partnership capable of overcoming sensitive and adverse predicaments
(which will be discussed at the next goals assessment meeting).
Promotion possibility and additional benefits are diagrammed in my preliminary objective outline.
Raises are granted based on performance.
- Keith Buckley of Everytime I Die
I told you they were awesome. Suckas. . .
10.19.2003
Cells was good tonight. I suck. I've gotten my photography project completed. Every Time I Die is a mega sweet band. I need sleep. I'm so stupid. I love my life. I'm seriously so lucky. I have so much more than most of the rest of the world. It's sad sometimes. That I complain. I need to work on that.
This is how it is: it's a tough decision to make. Seriously. I don't know.
10.18.2003
I'm still good. But It's confusing. Bob Dylan was a good man. He had a lot to say. If he'd meet you like I had, he would have written a really awesome song about you. But it wouldn't have been very nice I don't think. You're so external. And I want to call you superficial, but I think it'd just hurt me more. I wish I was Bob Dylan. I could use that song right now. I feel like I've wasted a lot on you. You know? A lot of my heart. And a lot of my fingertips. And it all seems so useless now. You've remained so unaffected by it all. I did what I could though. It doesn't make it any easier. I don't even know what else to say. There's more, but the words don't hold much meaning. Not even to me. I'm not going to do this anymore. Of course, I've told myself that before, and look where I am now. I'll just keep living until Monday. Then we'll see where that takes us. Mondays aren't as bad as people think. It all depends on your attitude.
I'm still happy.
I was in a bad mood earlier, and I was going to come on here and write a depressing entry and be all lame like I usually am. But Instead I called Mona when I got home because I figured she would cheer me up. And she did. And speaking of Mona, I get to see her next weekend because me and Nate and Zach are going to the Norma Jean show and it's in Elgin. Yeah. So this is a happy entry. Full of happiness. God does stuff to me. He fills my heart. It's really cool. Because then I don't feel empty. And I hate feeling empty more than anything. It's the worst feeling ever. But God fills me with love. And that's really cool.
I'm talking to Eric Jackson. I'm going to tell him to come here and read this. Hey Eric J. What's up? Did you ever notice the similarities between your name and Ryan's? Eric Jackson, Ryan Erikson. Pretty close eh?
10.15.2003
A few things to touch on. . .
First off, God rocks. I don't know what else to say. He's just completely amazing and words can't express what he means to me.
Today at school was Unity Day. I was with my 4th hour class, Newspaper. I love that class and I still stand by the fact that it is the greatest class ever, but some of the people are really arrogant and are basicly suck. They talk about being a "group" and all this crap, but they are so not inclusive. Not that I would be friends with them anyways, but they talk a lot. I've decided I'm going to stop opening my mouth in that class. I already sit in a corner by myself so I don't have to interact with them, but now I'm just going to stop talking. I'll write my articles, and only a few from now on. Forget taking on more to help out the Odin. I'll only write the ones I want to write and forget all the others. That's it about that.
Also at Unity Day, there was this speaker. He had a lot of good things to say about non-violence and tolerance and all that jazz, but one thing he talked about really bothered me. He really promoted the whole "many paths to the same God" thing. Now, if someone had gotten up there and said Jesus was the only way to God, or whoever else, then people would have been upset. But instead, if we're politiclly correct and we say that everyone's right and everyone's going to heaven then no one cares. I'm positive that there were people sitting there who heard that and though, "you know what? This guy's right. There is no one way to God." That's sad to me. That is Satan working in our schools and our cities spreading false information and confusing people. I mean, this guy was a doctor, he must know what he's talking about right? I don't know if anything I'm saying makes sense, it just really bugged me when he said that. I really believe that's the devil working to spread his lies. My heart breaks for my generation.
We played the school talent show today. It was pretty cool and pretty core. Here's a highlight. . .
- Zach kicked my feet out from under me, causing me to fall face first to the ground.
- I saw Zach on the ground a lot too. I don't know how he got there.
- I cut my finger open.
- I ran into Nate, so he headbutted me.
- I kicked Tim's bass drum.
- I climbed onto Tim's bass drum and jumped off.
- I fell backwards into the crowd and rolled around on the ground.
I don't know what else. I can't really tell you much about what the other guys did because I don't really see anything that goes on when we're playing. All I know is that it was fun. But I got really sick during the second song (we played two songs) and I still feel sick. My whole body is just sore and I feel really weak and I was all dizzy and like, nauseous for a while too. It was fun though. Oh, and there was a huge crowd that came down and danced around if front of us on the gym floor when we played. I heard there was even crowd surfing and stuff. It was a big crowd and they were pretty tightly packed. It was core. I think we made some new fans.
10.14.2003
The teen night of the cell conference was tonight. It was so awesome. From beginning to end. The testimony time was awesome. We all gathered around Pat and prayed for him because he's trying to quit smoking because he feels that God wants him to, but he keeps messing up. And Alison and Jon and Zach and some of the other adults all shared and there were lots of tears and it was awesome. Then Jessica danced and Jodi sang and it was awesome. Then Chris from England gave a really awesome sermon about being close enough to God so that you can hear his heart beat. Then to close, the praise band played "Give Us Clean Hands" and it went on for like 10 minutes and I was so controlled by the spirit and I was screaming and then I was just out of breath and we got really quiet and just sang the chorus accapella. And then I just started playing "Sanctuary." I don't even really know how to play that song, but God just gave me the chords and it worked. I don't think I'll ever forget how to play that song after that. It was the spirit. And then He just gave me a prayer to share. And it was long, but it wasn't really me speaking. And then I couldn't talk and I just went and hid in one of the closets. I didn't want to open my eyes or let go of that experience. It was moving and awesome. God is the most wonderful thing ever. I can't believe how great and powerful He is. Thank God for everything.
10.12.2003
This weekend was cool. I loved seeing my friends. I miss them very much. I have two newspaper articles to write tonight. I got in a fight with my sister. It put me in a bad mood. I went an laid in the field in the park again. It's my new favorite spot. I love God. The stars looked like they were dripping into the trees that surrounded the field. It was so awesome. God spilt the stars into the sky for me, for this night, for that moment. He just poured them over the earth. Maybe that's what the big dipper was for. Yeah, I know I'm funny. And stupid. Sorry. I'll work on that.
10.09.2003
10.08.2003
Whoa, I was in a bad mood last night. Sorry. I need to get a hold of that. I didn't mean to throw that all at you guys. Sometimes I get frusterated and then I say stupid stuff. I was just a little messed up last night. Not thinking clearly and stuff. God's so cool. I'm excited for this weekend.
10.07.2003
I just got back from a walk. I went down to Waveland park and laid there in the grass for a while. The moon is so huge tonight. You can see the craters. I just wish I could have touched it. But it's too far away. So instead I dwelt on all the bad things in my life and cried. Things aren't even so bad. I'm just such a quitter. I even pray, but I don't ask God to make me happy. I don't ask God to take away my pain or my sadness. I need it. I need it or I fear that I wouldn't feel anything at all. And I don't want to be hollow. And I know God could fill me if I would just get rid of all the things that are taking up the space in my heart. But I can't do it. I can't let go of anything. Instead I dwell on it and I try to solve everything in my own strength. But it doesn't work. It's all so stupid. I just can't deal with any of my problems. I'm so passive aggressive. I'm just passive. I'm passively living my life. Everything I do is motivated by a desire to escape. And then once I get where I feel I need to be, the game starts over and I need to run again. I run from all of my problems. From people and school and love and decisions--anything that I don't have total control over. I've reduced my life to an instrument that I'm not even good at. I just sit in my room and I strum the same chords over and over and I sing to same melodies and I write the same stupid words in the same stupid notebooks about the same stupid people, and then I feel as if I've accomplished something. As if my writing this song, or this scratch of lyrics, somehow justifies everything I've passed up because I was too scared to grab it when I had the chance. Because I'm an artist? I'm so fake. I'm nothing. I just want to get away from this city. I need to get away from routine and daily life. This all sounds so despairing. It's not even that bad. I have it so lucky. It burns. Like it used to. Oh so familiar. I'm sorry Jesus.
I was writing something just now, but it sucked. I don't care. I shouldn't dwell on negative things. I need to be concerned with the positive side of life--good feelings, and happy vibes. That'd be good. I'd probably be better off. So that's it. I just need some sexual healing.
10.05.2003
Hey, I emailed Jon wrong. The cell stuff is next week actually. Not "as in tommorrow." I am dumb. I'm not going to bother emailing him back though. He's smart. He'll catch on.
The following is an actual email I just sent to Jon Hetzel after leaving a comment on his blog that I felt needed to be continued. The names have been changed (all names have been replace with *****) to protect the innocent. To see the comment in question check his blog out. The link is on the left.
Email to Jon
Hey, this is to continue the comment I left on your blog. How was the wedding? Alison told me a little about it when she took me to lunch after church. Because I'm poor and hungry. But not Hungary. Ha. I know I'm funny. Right. So I'm listening to The Mars Volta and they are awesome. I call reviewing their cd. Because I downloaded it. And it's great. And chaoticly awesome. I also call reviewing . . . And You Will Know By the Trail of Dead - Source Tags and Codes because I got it tonight and it's also cool. I have the actual cd too. Tim's brother gave it to me. Which is awesome. It's got some sweet art work on the cover and insert. I'll show it to you sometime. And I'm going to post that review I wrote on FSF for the newspaper and the article Tom did on Embrace This Night. Hopefully I'll get all of that done sometime this week. I leave Friday for this OK Territorial party thing. It's going to be sweet. Arielle and Ja-rose and Ian and stuff will be there. It's going to be cool and great. But, I miss the English cell people leading the service Sunday. Which is sucky. But I'll be back for cells. And, we have stuff at the corps Monday and Tuesday night for the conference don't forget. Of this week that is. As in tomorrow and stuff. Tuesday is teen night. Maybe you want to play bass? Or Zach. Whoever. Whatever. Maybe ETN should do some prelim? To show the Brits how American teens rock it for God? Haha, it'd be cool. We should do that. Mos def. Ha. Yeah. I'm rock. Okay, I have an amount of homework. Good night. See you at school before you read this. Write me back and we will begin an internet correspondence. Also, write ***** ***** back a letter. It has taken me approximately three and a half weeks, but I have completed mine and will be mailing it soon. She's hot by the way. I wish she lived closer and was a Christian, because then I would date her. Because I like her. I guess I just decided I should tell you that. And I find her really attractive. I'm very confused about my physical attraction to women lately. I've been thinking about ***** a lot. And *****. And *****. And *****. And any girl I've ever known. Because? I don't know. This is uncharacteristic of me. I want to make out with someone really bad. Haha, I started wrapping up this email a long time ago. If you can't tell, I'm in a weird mood. My mind is just sort of flowing. I'm just typing without really thinking. I'm going to post this email on my blog because I'm finding it very funny.
Jon
10.04.2003
The concert last night was awesome. Piebald played first, and me and Jenni were seriously like the only two people in the whole place that were singing along and new the words and stuff. It was awesome because Travis kept looking at us and he liked, pointed at me and winked and stuff. It was so cool. And I was like, "I love Piebald!" And it was cool. Then Brand New. I'm not that familiar with thier music so I wasn't singing along, but it was still really cool. And Chris Carrabba came out during their set and sang a song with them and kissed Jesse Lasey on the cheek. It was cool. Then MxPx. Good set but I wasn't too into it. I wasn't really there to see them. Then Dashboard. They played for like an hour. It was awesome. Oh, and when we first got there to the venue, Dashboard was playing this suprise show outside. I guess it's for some MTV show where they show up and play a random show where people aren't expecting it and it's called "Jammed" or something. So we'll probably be on MTV. How cool is that? Watch for it. I had a super amount of fun. I can't wait till the 25 and some great HxC bands.
10.01.2003
Untitled
Burn
Consume
And from the ashes be born anew
A testimony of Your love on this earth
I feel it in my heart
And I see it in the eyes of children
I want to feel Your arms around me once again Lord
Take this cup from me
Or, if I am to drink of it
Then make the bitter flame impassion my heart once again
Let me burn from the inside
And from these lips which have tasted such pain,
Let Your words fall
As I fall on my knees,
And weep for Your joy hath come
This part was about God: "Dear God, please find a way to rectify this. I'm feeling very lost right now. How can things like this happen? This just can't be a part of your will. Why would you leave us like this? What good can come from this? I wish I knew what you were doing. You're just so hard to understand sometimes."
It Is Well
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
- Horatio G. Spafford & Philip P. Bliss