shakespeare

today i made a sentence that sounds exactly like Shakespeare. this is a boring post, but i dont really care. i never said you had to read it. haha. so anyway, my sentence was "I pray thee, hasten to take leave, foul temptress, for thou art the bane of mine existence." isnt that cool? i liked it. i quoted it to people in the hall during 6th period and they told me they didnt like shakespeare. i was like, "wow i am cool." so pretty much maybe if i am inspired i will write an entire story with that grammar and feel like im really smart. so you can make fun of me if you want; this post was completely pointless except for the subject of my nerdiness. i havent been a nerd since like december/january, but i dont think i've completely transitioned yet. haha. maybe i am still a nerd at heart.

i love music

today at band practice chris wrote a song that was gorgeous. i helped tie up a few loose ends by adding a couple chords and writing a cool bass line, but he did most of it. the chords are incredibly wierd but when they're combined they're soothing like a lullaby/love song thingy. get it? good. so i decided i love music. the best is when you play something that sounds beautiful and you realize that it came from your own head. its your own creation and no one else can take it from you. its awesome. we went to albertsons and chris decided to wear a dog collar. like the ones they put on dogs' heads after they have a surgery. it was hilarious. people can make the funniest faces without even realizing it. haha. and this morning in church i shared stuff about costa rica. it was one of those that when you're done, you cant remember a thing you said. so if any of you were there, could you please enlighten me? thanks.

austin and connor slept at my house last night. when we went out to austin's car, his window had a"bullet" hole. we're not sure what it was, probably a pellet or something, but its more exciting to say it was a bullet. its possible. but anyway, we called the cops and one showed up 45 minutes later. he filled out a report, and to help him out we told him that while we were waiting, a hatchback had driven passed us that reaked of pot. it was true, it smelled so much like pot we could smell it going down the street. the cop looks at us and asks, "how do you guys know what pot smells like?" oops. it was actually very funny. and the answer to that question, by the way, is when i was in mexico these guys lit up behind us in a public square. so thats where i placed the smell. i've smelled it other times, but never seen where it was coming from except in mexico. i dont know about connor and austin... haha.

P.S. - THE BRONCOS ROCK I CANT WAIT FOR THE REGULAR SEASON TO START WE BEAT THE COLTS WE ROCK. yeah.

edit: i got a haircut. yeayah.

Bottles

Connor told me to write this, so I did. I have always wrestled with pride; I expect it will be one of my biggest battles in life. Last night I was praying and I asked God how I could change. The thing that bothers me most about my arrogance is that it gets in the way of my usefulness to God. I love doing His work, but getting a big head is not part of that. I know that, but it isnt enough to just say, "give God the glory." you really have to give Him the glory in your heart. so last night i asked God to help me. He gave me this image: everyone is a bottle. most of us are empty and we are still shut. a shut, empty bottle isnt really good for much. God is the one who opens the bottle, fills the bottle, and fills other bottles with the same bottle. God is the one who opens our hearts, fills us, and uses us to impact other people. without God, i am just a closed, empty bottle, wondering why nothing is happening. I cant open myself, fill myself, or fill others up. I need God to do that. the glory is God's, not the bottle's.

GROWL

i think there is such a thing as "protective brother complex." connor, you must back me up on this. there's this kid that talks to my sister on IM. recently he has started to cuss her out. she has tried to figure out why but he just keeps going on. its happened a few times, so i sat down and had a little chat with him. i said something to the effect of "Hey punk. dont ever let me catch you talking like that to my sister again. got it? or do i have to explain it to you face to face?" I know that sounds really mean. but it was wierd. as soon as i found out this kid was messing with my sister, something went off inside me. after i was done talking to him, my hands were shaking. haha. but the funny thing is that this kid lives about two blocks from my house. i think i want to meet him. and its funny how quickly kids become nice once you get your point across. haha. i am a terrible person. but i blame it on "protective brother complex."

the first day of school was... blah. pretty much. i got AP Physics homework the first day. how depressing. i will go cry. one wierd thing did happen today. i was walking in the cafeteria and this flying goldfish cracker hit me in the arm. how bizarre. and the new spanish teacher isnt really new. she taught at Littleton for almost 40 years. i think she knows what shes doing. dang. but i finished all my essay stuff for my summer homework. during school. i am a slacker. but at least i did it. thats all for my random thoughts.

i wish i could draw like this

This is a caracature. we got it done yesterday. thats my sister on the right. i dont know who that guy on the left is...

Here's to Amber

Today, I got new strings for Amber and I cleaned her too. I spent an hour cleaning her body. that was not an innuendo, thats what you call the fat part of the guitar. her neck took a while too. that would be the brown part. haha. her head was the hardest though; its hard to get around all the knobs. but look at her. is she not the most beatiful creature you have ever laid eyes on? her body is actually glowing. and its not because of the lighting, its the amazing finish on her wood. shes so hot right now. so this is amber, for anyone who has not met my bass guitar yet. she sounds even better than she looks. i really do love that guitar. im not even kidding. shes so perfect. and i just did an entire post about my guitar. what can you expect? im in a band. haha

He is who He is

i have not done a God post in a little while. but lately i've been consumed with my puniness. the more knowledge i gain and the more i know God, the more i realize how little I actually know. so the more i know, the less i know. haha. how's that paradox? good fun. but its very true. i think this hits home for me the most when I think of how God defined Himself. when Moses asked God what he should call Him when the Isrealites asked for a name, God said, "I am who I am." gravy. it sounds like God isnt really answering the question. but in reality, thats the best answer. God is who God is. how better to define someone who is ultimate in perfection and glory and power than by defining them by themselves? what else is there to say than "I am who I am?" any other definition of God would not do Him justice. this same God wants to be my friend. I'm actually allowed to serve God? why? people ask, "what would i gain from serving God other than a bunch of rules?" I say it doesn't matter what you gain because the the I Am just asked you to do something. you better do it whether you get something or not. thats all the reason needed. and then we spend eternity with Him after we screw up pretty much everything and God has to bail us out. I dont think we realize how blessed we are to serve the I Am in the first place. on top of that He loves us and when we die we get to be in His presence. to be honest, no one really realizes the significance of any of that because we continue living sinful lives and then ask God for help whenever we need it. what God wants should be our consuming thought in everything because everything revolves around God. everything revolves around God because He is who He is. and all He asks is to be our friend and to do His will; who can say that they live life for the Almighty?

irrational

recently, i have read a lot of complaints in editorials and letters in the paper about people showing pictures of abortions. this is the most irrational thing i have ever heard of. the people complaining are, for the most part, people who are pro-choice. complaing that a picture of something you support is too graphic or gruesome is... self-defeating? is that a good word? if its so graphic and gruesome, why the heck do you support it? i dont see how someone can support abortion and then complain when they see what exactly it is they are supporting. if you're going to support it, dont hide from it.

on a lighter note... this is a 1968 camaro. this is the model my dad is going to make an offer on. pretty much its sexy. whether it turns out he gets a motorcycle or a muscle car, im stoked. hes serious about this whole mid-life crisis thing. oh yeah.

guess what showed up at my front door

My hat did. excellent. this is my picture. I've decided that i belong in one of these hats. Its perfect. I'm going to wear it places with my friends and embarass them; i cant wait. so tell me what you guys think. does it work? i dont really care if it doesnt because i'll wear it anyway. haha.

In other news. this is way cool. my dad has always wanted a motorcycle, but he never wanted to get one because my of my mom. but they talked about it and it turned out she was ok with it. that might not mean much to you, but when i get my motorcycle license...
yeah. pretty much. my dad's going to start looking at motorcycles soon. i think its his midlife crisis, which is ok with me because he'll share all the toys he buys. haha. i cant wait. maybe if you guys are nice to me, i'll give you rides. how sick would that be?

who wants a ride?

Today is August 1. today is the six-month anniversary of getting my license. today is the day I start driving with passengers. yeayuh. who wants a ride in my pimpmobile?