How awesome and yet incredibly dumb of me, and "that was me fahting, by Chopin"

so, I just wrote the code over to this page (the customizations mostly) in under ten minutes, cuz I got it like that. (jeff and other fg lovers: liiiiiike that lol).

but the reason i had to do it was because as i was getting up to leave the computer, i realized i had erased the whole template and the backup copy of the html i had in a text file!!! how awesome is that?

anyways, i leave you with fg:

Family Guy...
Olivia: You are the weakest link, goodbye."

Class: ::laughter::

Stewie: Ha ha ha! Oh gosh that's funny! That's really funny! Do you write your own material? Do you? Because that is so fresh. 'You are the weakest link, goodbye.' You know, I've, I've never heard anyone make that joke before. Hmm. You're the first. I've never heard anyone reference, reference that outside the program before. Because that's what she says on the show right? Isn't it? 'You are the weakest link, goodbye.' And, and yet you've taken that and used it out of context to insult me in this everyday situation. God what a clever, smart girl you must be, to come up with a joke like that all by yourself. That's so fresh too. Any, any Titanic jokes you want to throw at me too as long as we're hitting these phenomena at the height of their popularity? God you're so funny!

I thought I'd share a dream with you...

Jeff and I were discussing dreams and how they tap into what is fantastical and wonderfully imaginative in our minds. Then we tried to figure out how twisted/off the rocker someone would have to be to dream completely normal images. I mean, how weird would it ones reality have to be that his fantasy world would make sense? No mysterious ninjas, no buildings that don't really exist, no superpowers, no weirdly disjunct plot lines? I shudder, and offer one of the dreams that creeped me out the most, and you'd be surprised at how:

It was the fall of 2005, around the time of Katrina (and I was in the South--Nashville--at school). Well, the gas prices at this particular station were astronomical, about $5.25 if my memory serves me correctly. Here's the kicker, I dreamed the gas prices in military time.

If you don't get it, let me know and I'll post an explanation. Have an awesome day folks.

Dildos and Strawberry- flavored gummi bears

OK, I thought that would get your attention.

Don't you hate it, though, when books are titled obscure names like that that have almost nothing to do with the book lol?

I'm just so damned tired I can't take it. I'm in a mood to go upstairs and pop in a Family Guy DVD until I pass out for the night. I've been thinking non- stop about this Whitman composition I'm doing and its constantly intimidating and frigthening and exciting. Maybe we should have stopped at that oxygen bar at the mall lol.

UPS took my keyboard that they damaged for inspection so they can cover the cost of repairs or replacement.

I bought Volume Three of Famly Guy (really just to support Seth MacFarlane and crew, cuz I have all the episodes on computer already).

I'm excited to get back to the grind in Nashville. Back to the pains-in-the-ass, the avoided homework, the choirs, the conducting, the bois, the girls, the recitals, the sex/lies/videotape (otherwise known as McGill Hall), the Hamlet, the work, the Play the friends, the Belmont, the Sunset Grille, the kisses, the parties, the college life, the highs, the lows, the in betweens. I never wanna leave you again, Nashville.

Until then, I shall put my soul on the charger, as the cursing for lack of sleep is soon to come.

Wolf Creek, a reaction.

So I saw this Australian flick, Wolf Creek today with Tomika. We purchased tickets for Narnia and decided that we would rater see that in the daytime, so Creek it was.

The movie's about two girls and a guy in their twenties roadtripping across Australia and losing power to their car (and watches) at Wolf Creek, a hiking trail to a huge crater. A rather weird guy offers them a tow to his place (which turns out to be an abandoned mining company) to fix the car. Well, of course, the car never gets towed. And dying just starts happening.

Well, the ending is unorthodox, and that's about all I can say is positively unique about this movie. The beginning of the film is filled with shaky and unnecessary camera shots of mountains, birds and completely random and superfluous exchanges between the characters. That all makes the exposition of the movie last at least an hour.

By the time we got to the suspense part, I was tired of breathing myself and suffering from a motion sickness headache (no lie on that last one). The killing, while bloody, was pretty subpar and looked like a bastardized fusion of Saw and Texas chainsaw (they should sue).

The end was disappointing, when you're an American expecting a good old fashioned horror movie ending.

I was glad that we paid for Narnia. Our money went to, what had to have been, a better show.

progress on the new piece

So far this is where I am:

• I'm toying with the idea of making the working theme of short poems. Kind of an ode to shortwindedness lol. I want to use poems like the cummings that I listed earlier and The Red Wheelbarrow by Robert Frost.
• It still will involve Male Choir, rainstick, and I'm thinking a harpish instrument (still looking for help with that last instrument)

So I need poem suggestions still, maybe some themes and instruments.

I spent some time at Bill Bateman's Bistro with some high school friends (including Allison, who might be coming to Tennessee for school). It's always good to catch up (and talk with people you didn't in school).

My mom and I bought each other gifts today. She bought me some shoes I wanted, and I bought her a Bluetooth headset for her phone. I was really glad to spend time with her (as with her working, we really don't get the one on one time as much anymore outside the house).

It's 6:35 AM, and I'm just starting to get tired...

Take a look at this clock. Say no to drugs people lol.

I'd like to hear from you on this...

I was blogsurfing and I came across a blog that reminded me why I'm disturbed about this sort of thing (so far, at least).

This blog chronicles a guy named Nathan's progress at forsaking his "practice" and "walk" in homosexuality (not just the stereotypical homosexuality chock full of porn and leather, but he wants to get rid of even a genuinely pure interest/ love for a guy). He details how constantly blessed such a feat and journey makes him.

I write then to raise the moral question. Is the notion of changing any part of your fundament healthy, right, and/or God- pleasing? Is it dangerous or necessary to work to change who you like? I mean, what would happen if a straight guy decided that he would no longer be straight? Natural or unnatural, is it his decision to make?

I go to school in the Bible Belt and have a friend who is Christian musician and fears that if he comes out in his town, he will lose many opportunities to worship and lead praise and worship publicly. Which Christ is it that would advocate defrocking the pastor or layperson who earnestly seeks to worship Him?

I don't mean to go on a tirade here, but I think it's worth discussion. Can I get some comments and feedback? I'd love to discuss this a little.

About Christmas and Shapenote Singing

The happiest of holidays is upon us, justly reminding me of what I should know all year:

Life is like this one day--
too brief to still,
too glorious to make light,
too righteous to make dark.

God's grace shine upon you,
His light burn deep into your hearts.
For, on this day is born
ablaze a tiny golden candle
in a world of mere spotlights.

(A Holiday Benediction by Glen Thomas Rideout)

Thank you for the mix CD, Zach. Remind me to thank you with a present of my own.

Thank you for the song, Jeff.

Thanks for the away message, Matt. It's so bittersweet to reminisce.

Actually, it hurts like hell but bittersweet is a better word for

the kids reading :-)

Thank you for the great ideas for my piece, Shreyas.

Thank you for allowing me to be sappy for a little while.

Thank You for a savior, Father.

EUREKA

This one's a winner.

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- e.e.cummings

"Remember...horses have small shoes too."

Recently, I discovered that my checking account has got no money to pay for what I've discovered at the mall with my Discover (from a sermon I heard).

Just finished the Christmas Eve service for my church and I'm just starting to realize that I haven't realized that it's Christmas tomorrow.

I'm so tired I can't think straight. And the keyboard I shipped through UPS is just not powering on. I'm waiting for the insurance people to call on Tuesday. I WAS A SECOND AWAY from turning down the insurance.

As far as my piece, I've gathered some poems I thought were worth looking at from my high school's literary publication. I think it might be interesting to focus on teenage maturity/immaturity through my peers' musings in high school.

Here's one:

A Brief Moment by Fran Sellers

as i looked back
all i saw was their silhouette
the dark outline of romantic embrace
and the edge of the garage door
sketched
on the threshold of my own emotion
and my desire
to know what it was like

gorgeous...or this one.

Tears for the Crown by Lily Law

I weep for the poor
the ignorant
the rich
the lost
the animals
the very ocean, the dreams left barren
But most of all,
I weep for myself
For I am
Born human
And heir to all
the misfortunes of
the breed

For those who've been taking life a little too seriously, an offering (a christmas gift if you will)

gTr I d E o U t: heard this on street smarts: "On graduations, you usually hear the song 'Pomp and' what?"
gTr I d E o U t: her answer:
gTr I d E o U t: pomp and grind
Justified0485: wow

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There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came
addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. He thought he should open it tosee what it was about. The letter read:

Dear God,
I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?

Sincerely,
Edna

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all
the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.

Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read:

Dear God,
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving
bastards at the Post Office.

Merry Christmas Eve

Dr. Shay asked me once if I played with myself while I practiced voice. I'm sure she meant play the piano...

I just finished my Fantasia for Clarinet and Piano. And my teacher and I have been bouncing ideas banck and forth about my next project.

So far, I'd like it to be for Male Choir, Harp (?), and Percussion. Kurek (my composition teacher) went crazy with the idea, and started coming up with some wild thoughts like rainsticks and stuff. Some things were inspiring (the rainstick idea was incredibly thought- provoking), and some were just crazy (mostly my ideas were the crazy ones).
I'm enlisting your help. Any texts, instruments, themes and anything you might think of would be AWESOME. Please leave me comments.

Springboard:

• It will have to involve male choir
• I'm liking the rainstick idea (are there poems that would lend themselves to it)
• I'm a postmodernist classical, neo-romantic, jazz, gospel composer
• Other than that I'm open...
  

stuarthill inspires me to postulate

I borrow this from quietfight.blogspot.com, because he's my friend and his writings have inspired me to christen a new blog. Maybe this is the mark of a new beginning in my life. Or maybe I'm just writing on a whim. Anyways, thanks stuart.

Here I raise my Ebenezer; hither by Thine help I'm come,
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, wand'ring from the fold of God:
He, to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood.

I think those are just about the most beautiful hymn verses I've ever heard, though the tune is ungodly (no pun intended).

I have another journal (not as classy, and spilling all my dirt) on another website. Since its inception, I've loved three people and somehow lost all of them. So here's a healthy white- wine toast to a fresh start.

I was just discussing with the luscious jeffikins two things: (ONE) How the first and only (until today) mix CD/tape I've ever gotten was from the voluptuous zachables over the summer. I popped that into the CD player of my mom's Ford Explorer today and reminisced about the times where our friendship wasn't so complicated. And (TWO) how the middle of the day may not really exist, as AM and PM are both equal twelve- hour periods.

The exact middle of the day would have to be a space in time that is an average of the amount of time between 11am and 1pm, the exact non-time center of 11:59:59 and 12:00:00. Perhaps there is a space of existence where time doesn't exist between the day. Time stands still and genuflects to its creator for a small non- second before continuing its duties of delivering death and taxes to the unwilling.

LOL...Nathan would love that.