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Well, I’m real tired, and it’s real late (not really, but when you wake up at 5:40 a.m., real late comes pretty early ;)).

The camping trip was fun, except for mosquitos and sunburn. I actually hardly got burnt at all, some other people got it pretty bad… especially Adam. Anyway, most all of this has been covered on other people’s sites…. I don’t think anyone mentioned the horse with it’s neck cut like.. in half. That was pretty nasty. In addition, Jason B and Karen and John and I went walkiung on the beach one of the nights after we thought everyone had gone to sleep….. it was really cool… anyway, there was a cold breeze at first, and then mysteriously there was this warm breeze… like it was seriously a 10 degrees difference… at one point we could walk in and out of it… it was pretty neat. And Jason B apparently fulfilled one of his life goals. You can ask him for more info on that.

I got paid again today… was supposed to last thursday, but i took off work that day. But that’s actually a good thing, as it kept me from spending some money I otherwise almost surely would have spent. I really can’t wait for Cornerstone. I look forward to it all day everyday at work. I don’t have much else to think about during those 10 hours of box moving.

I don’t really know what else to write about. I need to updqate my picture on here… and finish changing my colors… they seriously look real nasty. Maybe tomorrow I will do that.

Hope you have a great day.


“you were once a sweet little girl
so innocent and pure
your eyes were open and sure anyone could look right in
and i look closely at your gaze
you looked up towards the sky
But I watched your face drift away
other things caguht your eye

the magazines the media supplied you with their plastic protocol
and maybe music television really is the devil after all
but all i can say is i knew you before,
you were beautiful back then
Before you grew up
Before you gave in

You dream of sharing your heart
instead you share your bed
and the pain you feel doesn’t leave with the skin that you have shed
And you dream of baring your soul
Instead you bare more skin
and you wear dark glasses to keep anyone from looking in.

the magazines the media supplied you with their plastic protocol
and maybe music television really is the devil after all
but all i can say is i knew you before,
you were beautiful back then
Before you gave up
Before you gave in
But all I can say is i knew you before,
you were beautiful back then.
You could be beautiful again.”

“Folk,” by Thrice