Firstly….  you all take these songs I post way too seriously 🙂  If you are of the mind that girls are not inherently evil, you should go and talk to Ace Troubleshooter about it… as the last time I saw them live they introduced that song as I referred to it… as being about the inherent evils of girls.  I do have to say though…  girls certainly do seem to have evil tendancies.

Speaking of girls… Matt claims to have found some girl that is “perfect” for me.  That remains to be seen.  However, this proposal of going to a mewithoutYou and Ace Troubleshooter concert with her and some other people is acceptable to me…  So I may be doing that sunday night.  I’ll be sure to let you all know if anything comes of that.

On an entirely different subject, last night, before I wrote my post… but I was too tired to talk about it when I did that…  I took a near fatal trip to taco bell.  Ronnie is a psycho driver.  Wheels squealed, his his head was out the window…  after waiting at a light and going around a turn we almost slammed straight into the back of someone, as he was speeding up quite quickly, and the person in front of us was not.  While this was immensely entertaining, and fun…  I was certain of the fact that I was going to die.

Oh, and ummm… I think Jamy wants me to say something about her on here.  So I am.

And now off to post more on my brand new hidden site….

That is all.

“Starry, starry night
The silver beams the only light
Summer breeze, summer dreams
Float over me
The stars frame her silhouette
Beauty steals away my breath
This moment will last forever, forever
Forever

There is no time but now
There is nowhere else but here

Time has lost its grip tonight
Beautiful enchantment
I just might hold her, hold her close
Never let her go
The tenderness in her eyes
Her hair is drenched with silver moonlight
Half-spoken thoughts
Forget-me-nots
She’s the jewel I’ve sought

There is no time but now
There is nowhere else but here
When all else is cold
The warmth of holding her near

Tonight the stars in her eyes
Outshine the stars in the sky
Tonight love is in her eyes
I’ll hold, hold her close tonight”

-“Tonight,” by Ace Troubleshooter

I am really tired, so this is going to be a pretty short post.

To answer all the questions in regard to why Chad was dousing our door with lighter fluid….  there was this thing stuck to our door…  one of those dry erase board things…  the room check guy yelled at us for having it up there, so we had to take it down.  There was nasty sticky stuff left on it tho.  Chad decided to use a flame to heat it up to get it off… but it ended up turning the door black a bit… so he used lighter fluid to try to clean it off (it worked pretty well actually, though there is still some blackness there).  So there you have it, a reasonable explanation for dousing a door with lighter fluid.

I would like to thank Jon and Heather and whoever else posted and actually at least MENTIONED the thing which I specifically asked you all to comment on.  And no thanks to the rest of you.  Jerks. 😉  (J/K, of course ;))

Seeing as I am tired and would enjoy sleeping MUCH more then doing anything which requires being awake…  I will leave you with a song… a wonderful song about the inherent evils of the female gender.

“You know that kind of girl
That makes your heart beat all fast?
You know that kind of love
That you know will last?
I knew that kind of girl
I knew that kind of love
But then she broke it off
When I was so sure of her

Don’t trust that girl
She’s up to no good
She’ll mess with you
Like no one should

Empty promises thrown into the wind
Mirage vanishes, never to see again
Hey fellas, be you ware
Don’t wanna end up like me
Another victim of her stupid female schemes

And so the time moves on
With feelings come and gone
And Christ is the One constant I can lean on
So now I am left here
Feeling like a schmuck
With one thought on my mind: “She’s no good!””

-“Don’t Trust That Girl,” by Ace Troubleshooter

So Chad has just finished heavily dousing the inside of our door with lighter fluid.  Ummm… so please be very careful with any flames in that general vicinity.  I would prefer that my room not burn down, thank you.

So today has been pretty cool.  I got a decent amount of sleep last night for once.  I’m still fairly tired… but.. better then usual ;).  And the great news of the moment is… no 8 a.m. class tomorrow!  I am very pleased with that… granted, chapel is at 9… but that’s another hour my friend… and that makes all the difference.  I am going to go and apply for a job here shortly… and then grab some food, since I am going to miss dinner here as a result of the job searching thing.

I just got out of systematic theology a moment ago… and today we were talking about natural revelation…  ie, can you prove that God exists without the Bible.  Now most of the natural proofs I was already quite familiar with… but there was one that I have never heard of before, and really has caused me to think… and I am interested in what you all might think of this or be able to think of.  And that is this… it is called the Ontological Argument.  It asks the question “Is there anything that you can think of with no relationship to reality?”.  The fact that you can think of, and talk about, God is proof that God must exist in and of itself.  Now, this in no way proves that the Christian God is indeed the true God, it simply proves that there MUST BE a God of some kind.  So how about it… I’m really interested to see if anybody out there can THINK of something that has no relationship to reality.  I have been trying for the last 45 minutes or so and have been able to come up with nothing.

All for now.

“This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down
So the placing goes slowly.
The pictures of anything other than it’s meant to be. But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat.
Don’t be concerned, you know I’ll be fine on my own. I never said “don’t go”.

I’ve written a note, it’s pressed between pages
that you’ve marked to find your way back.
It says “Does he ever get the girl?”
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the stories too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?

This basement’s a coffin I’m buried alive.
I’ll die in here just to be safe.
I’ll die in here just to be safe.
‘Cause you’re gone I get nothing
and you’re off with barely a sigh.
I never said “Good-bye”

Does he ever get the girl?”

-“This Ruined Puzzle,” by Dashboard Confessional

So I took a sociology test today.  It was wonderful.  Wonderfully terrible.  Let’s just say I did darn well considering the only studying that took place was me reading my notes over a grand total of one times last night.  But really, is it my fault?  I was busy doing stuff until 11, and by the time I got done reading through the notes once… it was midnight… and I was tired… and I had a class at 8 in the morning today…  So I mean.. really… what do these people want from me?  what do they think this is, some kind of school?  where they can just give us tests on a whim?  That’s crazy talk!

So open dorms is right now, and for some reason I continue to do stuff on the computer…  like write this.  But that’s ok, I will stop soon enough.  And once I have sent this it is off to go and visit those of the female gender.  I’m trying not to be in this room during South Apartments’ infamous “Sex checks”.  That’s when an RA comes into your room, announces “Sex check” and runs into the back room to in fact, check to see if anyone is engaging in the act of sex.  This is a very amusing prospect until you realize the fact that they are in fact serious about these checks, and apparently it is due to stuff that happened here last year that such things are now in effect.  I was thinking at lunch today though… how would an RA really respond if during a sex check they actually discovered someone having sex?  That would most surely be a very uncomfortable situation…  “umm… stop…?”

Well, that’s all for now.  I’m gone 😉

Oh yeah, and I was listening to mewithoutyou today… I’m still not a huge fan… but they have some really cool lyrics.  and musically they’re awesome… I’m just… still not liking the vocals too much.

Later.

“The cure for pain is in the pain,
so it’s there that you’ll find me.
Until again I forget,
and again he reminds me,
“Hear my voice in your head,
and think of me kindly.”

Let me be, let me be..

Lowered down like a casket
and buried just below her chest.
“Whatever I was searching for,
it was never you,” she says.
The record ended long ago,
we go on dancing nonetheless.

I opened like a locket,
“If you’re ever cold,” I wrote,
“there’s warmth inside me.
I’m the pocket of an old winter coat.”
But where she used to say “I need you.”
Now….”I don’t.”

You’d only make the softest sound,
like sugar pouring into tea.
Darling let your Self pour down
and dissolve into the Love
who revealed himself there quietly to me…

(Jesus have mercy on us.)”

-“The Cure For Pain,” by mewithoutyou

Nothing like staying up half the night when you could be sleeping wonderfully.

But no, I had to go next door and allow them to cause me to stay up and watch a movie… as there were many things that are just not right being done in the room.  I will leave it all to your imaginations.  But BJ was supposed to be studying.. but failed to do so and was trying to sleep…  he was being threatened to be awakened in a most unpleasant manner.

I suppose I should go to Algebra tomorrow.  I hear occasional attendance is favorable to none.  At least I don’t have any homework that I am just starting to work on now *mocks ronnie*.

My keys are currently locked in the gym.  Stupid me put them down on the bench, and I thought to myself, “you know, you’re going to forget them if you put them down”, but then I did anyway because it was more convenient at the time…  and surely enough, I forgot them.  After taking my shower and walking back to the gym, I discovered that the lights were off and that it was in fact quite closed.  I was sad.  I needed water, I had no water… . I had no keys to start my car to go and get water in.  You see, when your shirt is comepletely drenched, and it is the substance that it is entirely drenched in is your own sweat, that means you are in need of drinking water.  Lisa was kind enough to bestow upon me 2 of the finest bottles of Zephyrhills natural spring water that I have ever consumed.

Yes, yes, such a wonderfully exciting life I lead.  I talk about how I went and drank water.  I know you’re all jealous… I’d want to be me too.

I’m tired.  This is all crazy talk.  I should just go to sleep.

Night.

“fountains and flourescent lights
the season has come,
the snowbirds have crowded the nights
the townies are tired of beaches and bars
being packed so tight
and bridges and traffic and inlets are locked in their fight

and on these boats
ride the hopes of…
working class boys, dreaming of girls from faraway points
and better things
like winter flings
and longing after spring has sprung
and they fly north when winter’s done
and we get burned in summer’s sun

fountains and flourescent lights
when the season has come,
the snowbirds have crowded the nights
townies and tourists find unlikely love at first sight
and swear that they’re never leaving,
and that is their plight

and on these boats
ride the hopes of…
working class boys, dreaming of girls from faraway points
and better things
like winter flings
and longing after spring has sprung
they fly north when winter’s done
and we get burned in summer’s sun

this winter is lasting forever
at least for tonight
and i know that you’re never leaving
until your flight takes you off
and out of my arms
and into the air
so far from your charms
that I cannot bear
another year
in this long forgotten beach town we once shared

and this winter is lasting forever
at least for tonight
and i know that you’re never leaving,
never leaving me again
not again.”

-“Snowbirds and Townies,” by Further Seems Forever

Ok, now on to part 2 of things that I don’t like about common Christianity ;).  Or at least, what seems to be prevalent in the A/G.

I have had nice long discussions about this with other people about this one with many people…  one of which happened to be during church, after my short attention span had lost interest…  Anyway, we were then yelled at and forced to stop talking 😉  No, I do not encourage not paying attention in church, however, when you rarely get to talk to a person you can make exceptions to such rules… or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.  Anyway, on to the point.

The point is this: Often-times the church picks things which are very fictional and mysterious and creative and labels them as “evil”.  Now before I go anywhere with this, yes, I know that their intentions are good, but I think in actuality intentions don’t really mean much of anything.  The greatest harm can come from the best intentions.

The things I speak in reference to are of course things such as “Harry Potter”… and before that it was “Pokemon”… and before that it was… I dunno… some other thing.  My question is this… has anyone who is adamantly against these things ever actually read/watched these things and NOT read a whole bunch of predetermined stuff into it?  I have never read Harry Potter, but I have seen the movie.  There is NOTHING in it that I consider bad.  The only concern that anyone MIGHT have is that it will put an interest in magic in little kids.  So what?  Any half-decent Christian parent should explain that to their kids.  The magic of Harry Potter is a very fictional magic, and all you have to tell kids is “it’s not real”.  Pokemon I have seen several times, and I will never understand why anyone things it is evil.  It is an incredibly stupid and boring show, yes.  But it is not evil in even the slightest way.  I think Christians need to STOP looking for things to cast judgement on and condemn as evil.  There’s this saying.. that’s kind of cliche.  “Pick your battles”.  For anyone who may not be familiar with it… although I think probably everyone is…  it means you need to pick the things that are REALLY and TRULY important, and fight for them, rather then all the little things that don’t really matter in the end.  The fact of the matter is, I *KNOW* for a fact that such things are hurting ministry, because of some of the comments that my sister has made.  People just think that the church is stupid, judgemental, etc, when it condemns things such as Harry Potter.

I just wish that people would be less uptight about things.  Just because things aren’t biblical truth that doesn’t make them satanic and evil.  It’s called FICTION because it’s NOT TRUE.

-End rant

On a completely unrelated topic, I have moved my writings site to http://reese.misthios.net/, and I have even updated the main page there with a little bit of what I have been thinking… feel free to stop by it.

Anyway, it’s late.

Be blessed.

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All right… no post yesterday.  Sorry to all of those of you who came here desperately wanting to hear from me….  I hope you made it through.

I don’t know if this just happens to me, or if it happens to other people, but it is a strange thing that I notice from time to time.  People, seemingly at random, seem to decide they don’t want to talk to me anymore for awhile.  Generally they eventually seem to come back out of this state, but I don’t really understand it.  There are a couple people right now that seem to be doing this.

I certainly don’t feel as though I have done anything to warrant it or anything… I the cases of one of them….  I hardly EVER see her…  and her not talking to me has been, you know, on Instant Messenger… I see her on a lot… send her IMs a lot, but… she never responds…  I don’t get it.  But this is not nearly the first time it has happened. 

Anyway, in Systematic Theology I have been finding out that I largely disagree with portions of like all denominations.  Anyway, my major disagreement with A/G is this: the fact that anyone who has been divorced since conversion cannot become a licensed or ordained minister.  And I’ll tell you why that bugs me.  The basis of Christianity is forgiveness and the idea that God can change people.  By saying that a person who has been divorced cannot be ordained, you are, either intentionally or unintentionally, exhibiting to people incomplete forgiveness.  Because to me that communicates that the A/G does not believe that God can use that person.  In a sense, I can understand why they might make that policy, but I still do not agree with it.

Ummm.. all for now.  I’m sick of writing 😉

“Old friend, your horse is ready to ride when morning comes. From this church town where damning rumors drip from holy tongues.

And it won’t go away,
it won’t go away,
it won’t go away.

The fever to find the scapegoat fast and fix the blame.
I know you never meant to leave the way you came.

And it won’t go away,
it won’t go away,
it won’t go away.

Looking down from their stain glass steeples
they’ll never know why you had to run.

Ride as fast as you can, they’re shooting to kill.
Ride as fast as you can, they’re shooting to kill.”

-“Suspect Fled the Scene,” by Pedro the Lion

Thanks to everyone for the compliments on my little writing thing 😉  I’m glad you all liked it.  Anyone who hasn’t read it/commented on it yet, please let me know what you think.  You can either comment about it on this post, or on it… makes no difference to me 🙂

So today was kind of an interesting day… it had it’s slow points… it had it’s fun points.  My arms are sore from the weight room at the moment… and I have a small blister on my hand now (the one on my ankle is almost entirely gone).  But yeah, I’m proud of myself for being consistent with that (every other day ;)).  Actually that’s not nearly as hard as running is.  I absolutely hate running 😉  The weight room stuff is easy… just takes a long time.

Anyway, I’m starting to get into this anime thing finally.  Lots of people down here are really into it, and I’ve been kind of.. not so much…  but recently I find myself actually watching it rather then just glancing at it occasionally when it’s on.  Just talked to one of the guys next door for awhile about some stuff he likes actually.  One thing in particular that sounds really cool is Samurai X.  Just from everything he said about it it sounds like a really interesting story and stuff.  Plus he was like really hyped about it.. obviously liked it a lot… so I’m sure that made it come off as really cool too.  But yeah, I’m going to check it out.  His wall scroll of it looked really nice too…  so yeah…

Oh yeah, and check this out:

And now I sleep, for I am tired and have class in 6 hours.

(EDIT: Lol… I just went to this site, and this thing is stinking hilarious 😉  Check it out: http://www.decapolis.com/cgi-bin/views/viewnews.cgi?newsid1031658812,31697,

Today was a long, slow day….  I’m glad tomorrow is wednesday….  that’ll be a little easier on me.  I hate operating on like 4 hours of sleep.  It’s rough.

I tried using my spare car key today….  it turns out the guy at walmart did a pretty poor job of copying it. I tried using it and it failed to work.. then came back and looked for my regular keys (which my roommate lost).  Upon finding them… the copy that they made me doesn’t even LOOK like it’s a copy of the key.  The guy that made it must have been on crack or something.  Geez 😉

Anyway… the thing I was going to write.  It probably sucks, and I haven’t really put too much effort into it.. like I haven’t reread it and made changes and such… so.. yeah.  I’m sure it’s not any good, but here it is anyway.

And now… without further ado…

“He rose from the east, bold and shining with the rising sun.  Strong and powerful; clearly a man to be reckoned with.  Shining eyes took in the world; a world of desperation.  It challenged him, this world.  It challenged him, and he accepted.  Upon himself he placed the duty of protection.  His strong arms a shelter for the broken.  His heart an open vessel for their burdens.  Into it was poured hatred, bitterness, resentment, hurt, and fear.  It beat heavily.  He bound himself to them.  And dark times came.  Taking to his sword, he met the attacks, steel for steel.  And in doing so was inflicted with wounds that should not be his own.  Overrun, he collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.  Broken, covered in dirt.   “He is nothing.”  The people shook their heads, ashamed in their trust of this man.  He lay shaking, sobbing, choking on blood and tears.  An arm reached out towards his people, as men in glowing armor rode past him on horseback from the west.  His eyes lost their shine, as his people chose their new lords.  Strength ceased to flow through his veins.  His spirit was crushed under the setting sun…  There is no hero.”

And now to quote a song 😉

“Spring comes slowly to this old friend.
Still I’m frozen, I still live alone.

In time memories fade, senses numb,
one forgets how it feels to have loved completely.

Love well young man, while you still can.
Once your leaves turn you won’t love again.

In time memories fade, senses numb,
one forgets how it feels to have loved completely, completely.

Is it special when you’re lonely,
will you spend your whole life
in a studio apartment with a cat for a wife?
The seasons, when they call you
do you barricade the door?
Are you stubborn, stubborn,
stubborn to the core?
Is it your way or the highway?
Is it your way or the highway?
Is it your way or the highway?
Is it your way or the highway?
Then the longest winter is on her way,
you called her without knowing it
but now it’s too late.”

-“The Longest Winter,” by Pedro the Lion

I will add more to this post later tonight.

I just found out about this song, and I really like it a lot.

I reccomend finding and downloading it.. but.. check out the lyrics:

“A sinking feeling has been lurking at your door,
That it is real you can’t deny you must ignore.

Sing like the angel that you know you’ll never be,
And try to pin the blame on me.

The heart that beats inside your chest the awful need,
It burns with holy fire, righteousness, and greed.

Sing like the angel that you know you’ll never be,
And try to pin the blame on me.
Like the angel that you know you’ll never be,
But you still try and pin the blame on me.”

-“Breadwinner You,” by Pedro the Lion