Saturday, April 19, 2003

 
I'm so obsessed with music lately. Lately as in-- the last few months.

I wish i could form a band... or just write music. I need to just write music and be a girl Dave Bazan.

Friday, April 18, 2003

 
I'm so ready to be something

________________________

i feel so guilty- i did this to him.

Thursday, April 17, 2003

 
what a nice day today.

I wrote a post a few weeks ago on Vagrant about how twothirtyeight was breaking up. Just a news bulletin of sorts. And Becca, this girl i kinda know from there wrote back and said "hey i'm going to one of their concerts in the next week, want me to pick you up some stuff?" and i went "of course!" and got a little.. um.. crazy with all the stuff I wanted.

With the help of someone on here, i got pictures of merchandise, and gave my order to Becca.

So in the mail today I receive:
-gummy strawberries
-black tape twothirtyeight shirt
-sticker
-chris staples solo cd
-poster. signed. with my name spelled right, from the band.

she totally went the extra mile.. i was so surprised. agh. I love her.


and let me just say that last friday was a fluke.

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

 
"What have you let go of and for?"

"my sweet Jesus
I love You
and i'm trying so hard
it's not so easy
down here anymore
everyone just treats me
like i'm crazy or something
sometimes i feel like i am
because no one seems to understand

but if i'm a fool, i'm a fool for You
and if i'm alive, i'm living just for You
if i sing a song, then i sing for You
i sing all day long, in everything i do

my sweet Jesus
i'm sorry
that i let You down again
it's not so easy
down here anymore
everyone just treats me
like i'm crazy or something
sometimes i feel like i am
because no one seems to understand

i will rejoice in this foolishness
i will rejoice in this foolishness
"

Cool Hand Luke

Monday, April 14, 2003

 
What a glorious day. I'm so glad little things can make me happy.

I got a decent amount of sleep at about 8 hours. I went and ordered flowers to be delivered to my mom, spending much more than I anticipated, but i thought " you know what? it's my freakin' mom. She deserves more than three carnations". Sooo. i did that. Then i went and babysat, fully enjoying the new Copeland cd on the way there and the way back. It's about 30 miles of free way driving, so a sufficient cd is required. Copelend is definitely sufficient.

So the baby didn't scream in my face today, which was nice. Just towards the end he was crying cause he was tired, and he really resists sleep like the plague.

Then i drove back here. I checked my mail and found 3 wonderful things: tickets for a concert, my first bandoppler magazine and my new cool hand luke cd "Wake up, O Sleeper". I shall comment on the magazine first.

I haven't gotten a chance to read it yet, but i flipped through the whole thing, looking at all the pages. What a great magazine.. but i just say that based on visuals and topics so far. Although it's kinda funny that the font and a lot of the layout is the same as HM (cause Jason Dodd used to be the editor or something at HM), it's still good stuff, and a slick magazine. Very, very clean, which is something i really like. So now i'm listening to the Cool Hand Luke cd. It's much more melllow (mellower?) than the last cd, but i still like it. I have so much respect for these guys and their outright lyrics, and blatant talk of how everything is for God, and how they hope everyone (who reads the insert) has a personal relationship with Jesus. You don't have a lot of bands saying that these days (even in CCM), much less an "underground" band. I like them. I told my roomate "I just want to kiss them..." probably on the forehead.

Oh yeah- after checking my mail, i got a good parking spot (which never happens after coming back from babysitting on Mondays) and went and paid of my school account (thanks mom). Then i went to class BLAAAHHH.

But now i'm skipping another class to go to dinner with my family. Well, my class is from 4-5:15, and we're meeting for dinner at five. But last night i was thinking "man, i don't want to go to that class very much." and then my mom called and said "can you pick up grandma before dinner?" and i said "sure.. i was thinking about skipping class anyway!" so yeah. pick up grandma, go to dinner to see my cousins from washington (i haven't seen them or their kids since January- so excited), mom, dad, joel, rinda, grandma, and DA BABY Hannah. exciting. what a great day. what a GREAT day.

Sunday, April 13, 2003

 
I saw this on a message board, and just wanted to post it.


A LESSON TO MY SON by A PROUD AMERICAN - Irma S. Chambers

The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war.
My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in
the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our
country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good
explanation.

My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our
front living room window. He told him:

"Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"

"I see trees and cars and our neighbors houses." he replied.

"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United
States of America and you are President Bush."

Our son giggled and said "OK."

"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house and
yard on this block is a different country." my husband said.

"OK Dad, I'm pretending."

"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and see that man
come out of his house with his wife and he has her by the hair and is
hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he
throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death. Their
children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are crying, they are
watching this but do nothing because they are kids and afraid of their
father. You see all of this son....what do you do?"

"Dad?"

"What do you don son?!"

"I call the police, Dad."

"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations and they take your call,
listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then
son?!"

"Dad, but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.

"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or your
place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband says.

"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.

"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you
to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're
pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."

"Daddy...he kills them?"

"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"

"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door
neighbor to help me stop him." our son says.

"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get
involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him," my
husband says.

"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"

"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?"

Our son starts to cry.

"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for
help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs
out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"

"What Daddy?"

"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her door
and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and
then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the window and
laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!"

"Daddy..."

"WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!"

Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I close the blinds,
Daddy."

My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him..."Why?"

"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help...people who needs
it....and they won't help....You always say that neighbors are supposed to
HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop
him...I'm afraid....I can't do it by myself...Daddy.....I can't look out my
window and just watch him do all these terrible things and...and.....do
nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds....so
I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it is not
happening."

I start to cry.

My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking
pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and he tells
him...."Son"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Open the blinds because that man....he's at your front door..."WHAT DO YOU
DO?!!!!"

My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up this
tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he
says: "I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY
SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"

I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs my son to his chest
and hugs him tight, and cries..."It's too late to fight him, he's too strong
and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped him
BEFORE he killed his wife. You have to do what's right, even if you have to
do it alone, before......it's too late." my husband whispers.

THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good men
stand by and let evil happen is the greatest EVIL of all. Our President is
doing what is right. We, as a free nation, must understand that this war is
a war of humanity. WE must remove this evil man from power so that we can
continue to live in a free world where we are not afraid to look out our
window and see crimes on humanity. So that my nine year old son won't grow
up in a world where he feels that if he just "closes" that blinds the
atrocities in the world won't affect him.

Today the second day of "WAR on IRAQ" I felt compelled to write this and
pass it along. Hopefully, you will understand the lesson my husband tried to
teach our son.

"YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT
ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR PRESIDENT! BE
PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA!! SO THAT IN THE

FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS...."

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