I have a fever,

This is some SERIOUS crap, guys. Okay, there was this tortoise that just died that was a flippin' TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS OLD. The thing was alive IN THE 1700's, like with GEORGE FLIPPIN' WASHINGTON. They could have been FRIENDS. For a LONG TIME. I don't think the turtles should be allowed to live that long, it's INSANE. It broke the law of COOLNESS when it hit 100. But it just had to breathe for ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY MORE YEARS. Then it just like died. Got tired of LIVING so FLIPPIN' LONG.
Good for it. It's awesome, really. I'll post later, people, when something BIG happens in my life. Peace.

I posted. Happy? Do not be forlorn--I will post yet again.

Well, LJ probably wants a divorce from me by now. We don't communicate enough, and I've drifted. I still love you, baby. Yeah... well, I'm still waiting for motivation for school. It'll come along soon and kick me in the butt. Shouldn't be too bad if I put my mind to it. I emptied a large percentage of my bank account into a new Jackson guitar. Black with flame fret inlays--perrty. Maybe it will inspire me to get really good, but probably not. Made a bad decision last Monday--accepted one of Lucius's former students invitation to play with their band at some random guy's (drummer) house. They were super talented and it was refreshing to finally play in a group, but it was gettin fairly disgusting. All the depressing sinful ways of the world were pouring from them. Needless to say, I didn't respond to trash-mouthed guitar virtuoso's cell call just now. Oh, how I get myself into things. I need to read the Word.

Christmas '05 was spent with the Harmans. And there was much rejoicing. And stuffing of faces. At one point Seth showed us some old pictures of him and relatives/friends, giving stories along the way. It is most interesting to hear of one's past. But I am certain that in any dorkiest-kid-in-the-world picture contest I would triumph over all, being armed with face-shielding glasses and pants pulled up and tucked in snuggly under the nipples. Well, amidst exaggeration, my case still rests.
We were supposed to be on the road to Pennsylvania today to see some relatives, but mother is not feeling the best, so the journey will most likely commence tomorrow. So today is just kind of blah. Oh, and here comes some more... blah. I am encompassed in blah.
Prayers are appreciated for our travelings. It will be nice to get out. School would not let me escape its horrific talons. But for the now I am free of its grasp. And I am boring myself. Tooteloo.

Whoo, I feel like to place my head in a vice and tighten it. Just until the headache pops out. Can you please pass the mallet?
Worked at the drug place until midnight tonight. Tony, one of my managers, always talks to me, but somehow I never really know how to respond to him--something about his presence and his way of speaking. It's always quite awkward. It just sort of angers me, because with the way he phrases things I don't know what to say back. He just stares at me, waiting for something in return. And... I have nothing to give. Overall though, nice guy.
I have not gotten a single Christmas gift for anyone as of yet, mostly because of work hours. Still I feel terrible about it, and should probably be beaten with a hefty object. Christmas is a season of giving.
Well, I should go, for I am slipping into incoherency, if I am not already in it. Merry Christmas to you all.
Oh, and noone say "Happy Holiday!" ever again.

Yay. Last week of... that place where you learn, or at least try to, because it's ACC, and it has too many "cool" people. And that sentance had too many commas. And yum, finals. Well, it will all be over soon. At least until January. January 2006. What the crap, were not we just in the nineties? Well, six years ago apparently. I feel like some geezer recalling how time is moving too durn fast and a-slippin' away in old age. And arthritis a-kickin' in. Yeah, I feel it. I do feel fairly decrepit though, but nothing some much-needed workouts over break cannot help. We young little wipper-snappers.
Had a swell talk with Lucius (guitar teacher, but u knew that) today. Sometimes we end up talking more than playing. I am now convinced that he knows God. He explained how he's looking for another church because some liberal United Church of Christ dude has stepped in as the new pastor and is politically-correcting everything--rewording hymns, etcetera. Lucius no happy. We also talked about the recent suicide of a guy in a church, and how selfish suicide is. It really is, because you are hurting so many people just because u don't feel like life is treating u right. Murder, also. And then after that, on a heavier note... we just worked on Day Tripper by the Beatles (Kelsey B., who also takes lessons from my teach, is learning it on bass. HEY KELS!). But yeah, Lucius--good guy.
I shouldst be homeworking. "See ya!...bye..."

Ah, a little Chopin-playing does the body good.
Finally got to sleep before 2 PM last night, broke a trend. Some of it was late homeworking/cramming, but ah, not all. Bad. I've asked people to pray for me because it seems like I haven't exactly been Christ-minded lately, exhibiting bad attitudes, etcetera (most-likely linked to the late nights), perhaps with the business of school. No excuse. The other night I went outside and stared the stars a while, for they were quite clear and bright this time, and it felt as if God was so far away, though usually viewing the night sky has the opposite effect for me. But I will pull through; just need to dig into the Word and not be caught up with other things. Speaking of the moon/stars, here's Psalm 8:3-5,9:

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of man that You visit him?
For You have made him a little lower than the angels,
And You have crowned him with glory and honor.
O Lord, our Lord,
How excellent is Your name in all the earth!

The Trim Trio was again reunited last night (Halloween, or Reformation Day, whichever you prefer). Havoc was wreaked upon the poor town of Burlington. Upon arriving at his house, we found Sam sporting an authentic Wal*Mart cow costume, udders and all (amusingly though, wearing a Power Rangers mask instead of a cow head). And don't bother, all possible jokes and comments have already been made. Seth was provided with a freakishly convincing mullet wig reminescent of Joe Dirt, leaving me with my long black wig. We also donned Hunt Electric caps for an additional hick effect. And I did not forget to bring a tube of fake blood, just in case. We then proceeded to walk the night with apparently no mission other than to act crazy/stupid. We were victorious. We waited for areas of the street congested with trick-or-treaters; then Sam would begin to gallop yelling "Moo" and phrases like "Moooove it or lose it", with Seth and I giving chase, screaming "After that cow", "There's the beef", and "Need more cowbell", prompting bursts of giggling from kids along the way. Of course, people slowed their cars and made comments like "Eat mor chikin" which we would sarcastically laugh at. That was one out of many things we did to make fools out of ourselves. We also had fun with the blood, making believable wounds and showing them around the park. Seth stuck his finger in a crushed soda can and I sprayed the fake blood down his hand. People's disgusted expressions were priceless.
Sam and I were also at the Barham's party on the 28th, which was pretty fun. There were some kids there named the Van Eerdens which were the type that leave an impression. Extremely nice people. But now I must go. Yes, it's Tuesday. No, it's not terrific.

Fall break was okay, can't complain. Fairly uneventful. On Saturday Dad and I helped some people from church move and then we all went yard saling with the Harmans. Plenty of time with the Sethman lately. Sunday we went to Kayleigh's violin recital, went for ice cream, and then to their place. And this week as school begins I am blessed with migraines. They usually surface at the same time of day for a week. Oh, the throbbage. I'll survive. Well, going to see Third Day on Friday, so that's a plus. Yesss.

Over-postage I know. Oh well, went to a concert tonight w/ the Boyds. Petra. And some others. The highlights were the rampant violinning of Farewell June's singer (also the guitarist was an exact replica of Tom Cruise and made the craziest expressions), the German girl named Sarah Brendel, and Petra's amazing skill. These guys are rockers but their faith is obvious. Very Christ-centered. Unfortunately this is their farewell tour. Were around 33 years. Goodness gracious...
Well, I jogged a wee bit today. I can now run the length of our street, which is quite a feat for these stiff old legs. Well, school tomorrow. Must depart hence...