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I hate being sick.

I didn’t go to work today…. I am hoping I won’t feel as bad tomorrow and will be able to get myself to go.

I spent a little bit of time today trying to figure out the whole trip to denver to see five iron’s last show. I figured out some basic costs and stuff. If anyone reading this is planning on going out to that, let me know.

Tickets are on sale at Ticketmaster now… have been for about 2 weeks I think. I reccomend getting a ticket ASAP. Keith of FIF has also posted a really cool guide to Denver on his website. I suggest checking it out: http://www.hometown.aol.com/keithfrenzy.

Umm.. other then that… The Hot Chick is a pretty not-funny movie… it has a couple funny parts, but is mostly boring. Also, “They” is not very scary. And it doesn’t have a very good plot. Or good acting. I didn’t like it. 2 bad movies in one day… that’s kinda rough. Oh well.

Now… If you are Heather, go check your e-mail, I am about to e-mail you some stuff about the whole Denver thing… if you are someone else…. umm.. you can check your e-mail if you want to, but you probably won’t have mail from me, as I have no plans to write e-mail to anyone else at this time 😉

Godspeed.
And I hope you aren’t sick like me.

“I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair,
And brittle bones were broken far beyond repair.
I have leveled lies so deep the truth may never find,
And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine.

If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor,
Dear Father, I will see You, there on distant shores.

I have toiled for longest years and ever felt the cost,
And I’ve been burned by this world’s cold, like leaves beneath the frost.
On my knees I’ve crawled to you, bleeding myself dry,
But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy.

If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor,
Dear Father, I will see You, there on distant shores.

And off of the blocks, I was headstrong and proud,
At the front of the line for the card-carrying, hightbrowed.
With both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight.
Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from it’s hilt.
Its funny how these things can slip away, our frail deeds, the last will wave good-bye.
It’s funny how the hope will bleed away, the citadels we build and fortify.
Good-bye.

Night came and I broke my stride,
I swallowed hard but never cried.
When grace was easy to forget,
I’d denounce the hypocrites,
Casting first stones,
Killing my own.
You would unscale my blind eyes,
And I stood battered, but more wise,
Fighting to accelerate,
Shaking free from the crippling weight.
With resilience unsurpassed,
I clawed my way to You at last.
And on my knees,
I wept at your feet,
I finally believed,
That You still loved me.

Healing hands of God have mercy on our unclean souls once again.
Jesus Christ, Light of the world, burning bright within our hearts forever.
Freedom means love without condition, without a beginning or an end.
Here’s my heart, let it be forever Yours,
Only You can make every new day seem so new.”

-“On Distant Shores,” by Five Iron Frenzy