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Thursday, March 29, 2007
Portable Sounds To Kill Your Ears
Tonight, I went to a concert, and my gosh has it been a while. People playing at the concert were TobyMac, Family Force 5, and Thousand Foot Krutch(Building 429 was also there, but they didn't really fit in). It reminded me so much of being at a convention though being up with all the people in the mosh, jumping around, and just having the time of my life. Somehow, every human being I knew ended up being there. SWU students, kids from school, ex-girlfriends, and even people I have seen before, but couldn't place. All in all though, I walked away with multiple aches and pains, mainly in the neck region, but I had the best time of my life!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
A Mutual Agreement
I have come to a realization. Ashley and I tonight both decided(she inticed it, and I agreed with it)that we were better off as friends. In my opinion, I like it better because I have the greatest friends in the world, and now she can join them. I'm not sad or disappointed because this has made me realize that I'm not ready for a relationship yet. Short one, I know, but I was just letting people know so they weren't all, "OH MY GOSH!"
Sunday, March 4, 2007
I am not Jim Hendrix's son
On Wednesday, I got called out of class for the monthly drug dog inspection, but somehow the dog hit on my bookbag(for dummies, that means the dog found something). I get called out of class so that he could tell me that he searched my bookbag and that they found nothing. I told the Youth Group that and now I have a running joke going that I'm a druggy. So if you hear anyone saying something like that, just chime in and make jokes, because I couldn't care-less. One more thing. My mom is growing tomatoes/onions in our house. When we had the crew over Friday, the new joke is now that I deal drugs along with grow them. Its actually pretty funny.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Lets Break Out The Shotguns, We're Going to Town
I was told the other day that I didn't look like the normal rocker and that I looked more like a farm boy than anything. There were multiple feelings in that statement. It was an insult because I don't look redneck and don't want to be associated as one. It was also a compliment. I don't look like the normal rocker because I'm not a normal rocker. A normal rocker does drugs and gets kicked out of school more times than Michael Jackson gets lawsuits. I don't wanna be one of them. I love rock music to death though, but I'm not really impressed with the rocker lifestyles of it though. People have looked at me because of the bands I listen to(Norma Jean, Underoath, etc.)and assume that I'm one of those bad preacher's kids that doesn't give a crap about church, but yet I just tell them that I listen to what I want, and if GOD doesn't like it, he will tell me, in which it would be the christian thing to do to stop and ask him what I need to listen to to best express my life as a christian. Just a random thought that I felt like expressing.
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