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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 21:32:08 GMT

yoyoyo. those are my words.

these are not:

all Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable

for teaching
for reproof
for correction
and for training in righteousness

that the man of God may be competent
equipped for every good work

- 2 Timothy 3:16-17

gulp. every good work? and EVERYTHING is provided for that fruit? i need to eat the whole pie of Scripture, not just the sweet blackberries. but the burnt edges that my heart overlooks and doesn't like to digest as easily.

sing. floss. stretch. dance. travel. but wear sunscreen!

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 13:34:33 GMT

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..

Dance.

…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…

Monday, October 05, 2009

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 13:49:04 GMT

yoyoyo.

xaaannngaaaaaaaa (like "Sega" when you would play Sonic, in the old days)

i've always thought lyrics that frame a situation, in this case, frame a super ego, always ended up being my favorite songs. it bites at my pride and tears at my selfishness. there's alot of words here, but through and through you can find the irony of what he's saying he actually is not, or is, it seems to change in places - yeah there is alot going on.

"every line is about who i don't want to write about anymore."

reminds me of, "who i am hates who i've been."

I am heaven sent
Don't you dare forget
I am all you've ever wanted
What all the other boys all promised
Sorry I told
I just needed you to know
I think in decimals and dollars
I am the cause to all your problems
Shelter from cold
We are never alone
Coordinate brain and mouth
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out
I wish I knew
I hope this song starts a craze.
The kind of song that ignites the airwaves
The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are
with whoever they're there with
This is war
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
I hope you come down with something
they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for
Holding on to your grudge
Oh it's so hard to have someone to love
And keeping quiet is hard
Cause you can't keep a secret
if it never was a secret to start
(at least pretend you didn't want to get caught)
We're consentrated on falling apart
We were contenders, now throwing the fights
I just want to believe...I just want to believe..I just want to believe.. in us
Oh, we're so controversial
We are [I am] entirely smooth
We admit to the truth
We are [I am] the best at what we do
And these are the words you wish you wrote down
This is the way you wish your voice sounds Handsome and smart
Ooh, my tongue's the only muscle on my body
that works harder than my heart
And it's all from watching t.v.
And from speeding up my breathing
Would'nt stop if I could
Oh, it hurts to be this good
You're holding on to your grudge
Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love
Oh, so let it go
This is the grace only we can bestow
This is the price you pay for loss of control
This is the break in the bend
This is the closest of calls
This is the reason you're alone
This is the rise and fall

Notes

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 21:43:51 GMT

yoyoyo.

- Act upon the truth of the Gospel - for it is not enough just to hear and agree with it

- The Word needs a lasting impression - it must be remembered

- God is speaking to me

- He is revealing His Word, even today

- This is the Perfect Law - it provides teaching

"Prone to wander, Lord I feel it.
Prone to leave the God I love."

Where is the comfort in trials?
Where can I find Him in these trials?

God desires to me us during trials. He is seeking out us, first.
It's not like we are looking for Him and can't find Him.
If He isn't there, than that is a good sign you shouldn't be there.

He is poised to help you.

Continual amazement
Produces praise in our hearts.
After all He has done, won't He
surely give us what we need?

Just ask!
Everything you need - He has.

So yes, Emliy Kate, I stole your main set up for xanga posts. I don't care.

Looking back through my notes from different messages on Sundays reminded me i should do this more often.

take that prior sentence as you may, i know it was oddly worded.

For re-Surgence we talked about fearing. like fear of man. fear of God. etcetera.

Here are the things that stood out to me, i don't think about this stuff enough, and i need to more. i need to pray more and ask God for more help when things like this take place:

- appearance
- what others think
- pre-occupation with myself
- minimizing weaknesses
- highlighting talents

A happiness dependent on others, other than Christ, won't satisfy. at all.

Make 'em laugh! Make 'em Laugh! Make 'em LAUGH!!!

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 22:28:49 GMT

yoyoyo.

I'm off to New Jersey tomorrow.

Long drive, 'bout 13 hours.

Laptop, research paper, splinter cell, monkey island, writing, reading, reading and writing, righting and wreading.

i love wreading. you should try it.

i haven't written on here in a while, i almost didn't forget how much i love spewing my mind onto a community blog.

Of course this community is summed up with about 4 people. mainly all girls. So in that case i should add stuff like:

"Young ladies, guard your hearts, there are guys out there, stupid guys."

Or, something to that emotional extent that i don't touch base on, in that fashion.

In fact, when it comes to relationship issues, i've never been one to blame either side, i dont like to act like its the guys fault or the girls fault when a relational problem arises.

The whole, "Guys only like you for looks, and girls for the emotional ride" is so lame. It may have substantial truth to it. but. That phrase seems to be the extent of the arguement these days, and in past days.

It feels so shallow to me.

Yea thanks for acknowledging each sex's weakness, but that doesn't really help my scenario.

Lets dive into the deep end of the pool of love.

Not here on this blog though.

"Rats, gabe! i really wanted to hear what you have to say!"

now now children, its ok. no fretting to be had here.

I just think what i've said thus far has at least sparked some kind of thoughts in that brain of yours that, i can leave it at that.

CUZ i mean, i dont know your scenario, i'm not going to act as if i do. I'm just here to be sparky.

In 4th grade, at CCS (Cherokee Christian School), Gabe Moore, Jakob Dalfonso, and myself had a pact.

I'll reveal it now.

Gabe Moore - Sparky

Jakob Dalfonso - Speedy

Gabe Lytle - Spikey

We were unstoppable.

Gabe got the name from his jacket, which was no joke, an actual cloth made from a lightning bolt (almost, but really it was spark-tacular).

We were all fast runners, but Jakob was the fastest. Speedy.

And for me, well, i always had the best hair, and back then it was mainly spikey. so thats that.

Wow memories are shooting through my cranial roof.

We used to ask to go to the bathroom, or at recess, so we could go "get some air."

This consisted of jumping off big obstacles we could find, like stairs, hills, bushes? you name it.

Not to mention the honeysuckle forest, which, no less, sucked my socks off.

Getting air was tons of fun.

I'll leave you all there, now i'm off to Walz-mart. for a power inverter for the car so i can use e- in the car.

Moses supposes his toeses are roses
But Moses supposes erroneously
And Moses, he knowses his toeses aren't roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be

Moses!

Moses supposes his toeses are roses
But Moses supposes erroneously

A Mose is a Mose
A Rose is a Rose
A Toese is a toese

Hupidubidubi!

Moses supposes his toeses are roses
But Moses supposes erroneously
And Moses, he knowses his toeses aren't roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!

A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

watch the movie, you'll get it.

"Born on a mountain-top in Tennessee..."

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 18:05:57 GMT

yoyoyo.

Thankfulness is a great thing.

i got the chance to see a bunch of bands play last night at the "Drunken Unicorn."

Interesting place where "eems" make their habitat. Yes eems, short for emo. which is short for emotional.

which is tall for emo.

*currently rocking your world.

My favorite of the night was Between the Trees. I've been a fan of a few of their songs for over a year now. Some thought-provoking lyrics and really creative ideas and themes in their songs.

Like, "The Forward" the first song on the album, its all directed at the listener, here's a snippet:

"I bet you didn't know
Long before the show
Late sometime last year we were thinking of you
We just wanted you to hear
And so
Listen up we'll make it clear
So there's no misdirection
We had you in our hearts before you knew us
Long before we were in your ears
We were...

...Praying for the crowd...

Here is the song we wrote about you
Here is the song that you can sing-along to
Up until you now youve only listened
So keep listenin and start singin'"

Pretty much along the lines of neato toleto.

There is one about his mom, dealing with depression, and hope.

The lead singer, Ryan, is a part of the famous "To Write Love On Her Arms" group. That group started with a girl's story, Renee, whom Ryan and his friend Jaimie convinced to go to rehab.

Jaimie along with close friends (like Ryan) head up the organization that serves to support the cause. Adressing the issue of cutting and depression, and the hope and redemption that can be found in such a terrible situation.

Between the Trees has a music video that is about the story of so many teenagers today, thats the one at the very top of this page. And yeah, the lead singers' eyes are extremely blue. They were blaring at the show last night haha.

School kicks my butt from time to time.

The past Pre-Calc chapter literally ate me alive and spit me back out, kinda feeling like Jonah these days.

Not really.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow. The day deemed for thankfulness.
Ever year people use this one day to say how much they are thankful, which makes me wonder why we look forward to days like tomorrow, or Christmas, as if just that day is the day we can perform acts of kindness.

What if we had Christmas every month?

Thanksgiving every weekend?

Every time at the dinner table? Even if we are eating chicken??

Obvious point. You and i both know its important to be thankful round the clock, to appreciate the life God has given us 365/24/7.

Does 365/24/7 even make sense? i'm on break, i can't think about that right now.

Clocked off, on break, not making money.

I think i've been clocked off too long, i want to have some bucks.

I want to live on a farm and raise bucks. and i could teach them to live in trees, so when they grow up bucks will be growing on trees. like money.

Quite a tangent.

Starbursts are really good. I bought my first pack ever today (like the big packetetet)

I never buy candy. I love it but i usually never have it, i've been taught better.

But then you're out on your own and you remember all the years you wanted candy and you never got it. Well here's your chance.
Its thanksgiving isn't it?

i'm thankful for the guy who invented starbursts and the people who package it, and the guy who drives it to Publix, and the people who transport that into the aisles, and then i guess i'm thankful that they had the tropical kind, which isn't overpriced to high amounts- which i'm thankful for.

I love being able to go off on off-subject matter,
aka tangents.

I should get some work done on the break.

I especially like the redemption story in this song, the song from the video, by Between the Trees - "The Way She Feels."

:::

:::

Shes upset.
Bad day.
Heads for the dresser drawer to,
Drive her pain away.
Nothing good can come of this.
She opens it theres nothing there,
Is only left over tears,
Mom and dad had no right she screams,
As the anger runs down both of her cheeks.

Then she closed her eyes,
And found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries.

All alone the way she feels,
Left alone to deal with all the pain-drenched sorrow, relief,
Bite the lip just forget the bleeding.

Then she closed her eyes,
And found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries.

Curled up shes on the floor,
Relief left her she had hoped for something more,
From it (hoped for something more)
From it.
He leans down to comfort her ,
She is weeping and He,
Wraps His arms around,
And around and around and...
The deeper you cut,
The deeper I hurt.
The deeper you cut,
It only gets worse.

Now shes slowly opening...
New eyes...

Then she opened her eyes,
And found relief through His life,
And put down her knives.

Then she opened her life,
And found relief through His eyes,
And put down,
She put down her life.

"Wade through the depths and bring me back"

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 21:58:34 GMT

yoyoyo

"Thank you God,
For giving me the insight.
So I might, make
These wrongs right.
If and when,
There ever is a next time,
Cause failure is a blessing in disguise

Pull my heart out, reconstruct,
And in the end it's nothing but,
The shell of what I had when I first started.
The shell of what I had when I first started!"

"I have not been abandoned.
No I have not been,
Deserted and I have not been forgotten."

This past weekend (the 26th til now the 29th) I've had the great pleasure to stay with my good church friends, the Bauers. Never a dull moment, never a discouraging encounter.

I love staying at other peoples houses. I'm sure most of you can all relate. The different smell, different sleeping situation, going out to eat more often haha, and being able to spend all this time with my great friends.

So there is the backdrop.

Both Caleb and Nate are at KSU probably learning some teacher lecture their faces off, while i'm here at the house enjoying silence and tranquility.

I picked up a book from Nates headrest/bedrest/whatever/you know what i'm talking about/ that i have been wanting to read for quite a few years.

To my utter embarassment because of its smooth bookcover feel, its nice front pictures and colors, and lastly, the author.

I know, i need to get my priorities straight, i'm working on it.

Christ Our Mediator, by C.J. Mahaney.

I've decided to just to read the whole book, its only about 100 pages, most people could blow by it in an hour or two, but it takes me much longer.

The point besides the obvious, is finding passion at the cross, but a passion and emotional feeling brought on by first realizing the biblical truth of what Christ has done, THEN letting that affect you emotionall and spiritually.

There is a big dilemma in the days prior and i fear in the future, where Christians focus on things of this sort:

"I can't wait for the next youth group trip, God will meet us there and we will come back on fire for Him!"

It is wrong to base your faith upon the emotion you "feel" towards God.

"We tend to ask God for more "experience," then assure Him that if He'll give it, we'll acknowledge and believe His truth."

Rather,

"Deep and profound feelings are the inevitable effect from Scripture."

I'm still finishing it, so this still isn't the end of this post.

If you'd like to know where I am picking back up after i leave the computer (and who wouldn't, right? :)
I'm remembering that in our sinful owe-age to God - deserving of His complete and holy wrath - this quote:

"The debt was so great, that while man ALONE owed it, only God could pay it." - Anselm

I Won't Be Quiet

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 16:22:49 GMT

yoyoyo.

Soooo I finally got my copy of the new David Crowder* Band Album:

"Remedy."

Its stupendous.
Its Liberatingly full of lush and likeable (lickable) lollipops.

Yeah, thats how yummy it is.

Its actually all i have been listening to since i got it (thurs).
Lovin' it.

I was about to start typing what my favorite one was, but i really don't have one yet. (like, they're all very fab)
So i'm going to move onto something else because i could really perpel myself into a writing circle on that album.

School is a tool.
for the mind! Ohh didnt see that coming.

No, i really do like it.
Even if i have more MANS than anyone, and by the way i think those men have started a band in my room.

The "MANS BAND."

Make their debut in my room, and or, bookbag, frequently.

(Only King's people will understand that last section)

(Basically Only King's people even read this)

So right about now i want to turn my ear, to heaven and hear, the noise inside.
I know its sounding pretty darn rockin'.

Sorry that song just came on.
The sunsets and sushi version. It really is good.

The Hollis' was fun yet again last night.

Dude! Charades!

Is that how you spell it?
I usually don't ask others how to spell, but i am. today. this exquisite day!

But yeah, Shard-raids was really alot of fun. defennettly hadant plaid thayt inn a laung tyme.

I need to get to more school works.
But i'm glad i could be here again, it was fun. its been a few days or two or three or 9.

Please give a good day today.

Yes, not have.

I mean, you can definitely have a great day too if you want,
but i see it like, you know,
if you give someone else a great day, than of course you will end up with one too.
Not necessarical, but probable.

"When I can't comprehend that You are there,

You are there. You're Everywhere.

You're Everywhere."

"What size fry would you like?" "Can I get a wallet-sized fry?"

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 12:00:37 GMT

I am chosen.
I am free.
I am living for eternity.
Free now forever.

You pick me up.
Turn me around.
You've set my feet.
On solid ground.
Yours now forever.

And Nothin's gonna hold me back.
Nothin's gonna hold me back.
Nothin's gonna hold me back.

My chains fell off.
My heart was freed.
I'm alive to live for You.
I'm alive to live for You.

Amazing love.
How can it be?
You gave everything for me.
You gave EVERYTHING for me.

Everything.

This is one of the best songs i've recently heard.
Its by Tim Hughes, called "Holding Nothing Back."
'tis a fabulous song. Great reminder.

Istanbul Express

Wed, 05 Sep 2007 02:12:10 GMT

yoyoyo.

..."I would still be there, if the great Shaper, had not shielded my life.
No help was Hrunting, with Hell's sorcercy that battle-sharpened blade could not bite monster-flesh-
Then the Great Wielder, Glory-King of all, gave me a wonder-blade, granted to my sight,
A huge, giant-sword."

So let's use it shall we? any takers?

Amazing, because You are.

Have you or anyone you know, been experiencing the serious case that is: Senioritis?

-Can you just seem to only write your name on your homework?

-Do you stare at your assignment sheet, hoping it will check itself off?

-Can you even muster enough energy to write your very name?

-Do you daydream and forget the last few chapters you just read?

My friends, my colleagues. You may be experiencing something far worse than procrastination.

An awkwardly close relative to procrastination is the case many have dubbed as: Senioritis.

There is help out there, you just don't have enough determination to get it.

You want it spoon fed.

That was a glimpse into my first original Verve story.

I'm pretty excited for journalism. Beautifully excited actually.

i think i have way too many lines in this post.

need anything? call me.

because you can :).