Snakes escaped from the dashboard during the rain so light.
I was higher than an air-o-plane, higher than an air-o-plane.

We pulled into the refueling station. "Open all the time" the sign read. Full service, wiper blade replacement.

My life lead me to believe those neon lights were for show, and the candy ridden confines of the store were for the obese paritioners. I would feel bad using the restroom and then not buying anything. So I went in, did my business and came out 65 cents poorer.

Attendant:

"Keep the asphalt wet." he said. "No one likes a hot pave-ment." - "So keep that pave-a-ment slicked."

"It's rude to have hot cement." he said "Have you ever walked barefoot on a summer's day on a summer's day pave-ment?" "You walk fast-er and your poor feet squeal. So pour that water on the ground and let's be court-e-ous."

"Hot rocks, hot sand, hot coals - what-have-you...they don't compare to this here hot baking sun sidewalk."

"Defy me and you'll learn, by turn and turn that this is not your average walk of courage. So please fill another bucket and douse the pavement."

"You'll never walk on water son, but you can walk on soaked sidewalks."

A sign on the door read "No shoes, no shirt, no service."

We can wear heat here.

Bring your Map here, you'll need it. The coffee is in the rear if you need it. The cola baptismal is at the head of the building if you choose to use it. Contact the usher for those dollar hot dogs. Do the long sticks of beef jerky scare you? They scare me too.

How about cold slushies? All size cups are the same size and you can mix and match flavors. There's something for everyone here.

Shop lifters should watch their back, though. We've got mirrors, inked tags, and metal detection devices. This will stop you dead in tracks.

Easter weekend. I get really bored at home, but I have had a relaxing time. I don't think I like Smash Brothers on Gamecube, but I played a whole lot of it. And I played Coach K's College Basketball on Sega. I like that game. I also like candy. I am too full of it right now, but later I am eating some pizza.

I feel blessed when I come home, because of my family, but it also makes me miss the good friends I have made at school. Even those who are in Australia.

The Cavs won!

91 to 76.

R.I.P. Paul Silas...I don't know if I agree with your departure.

JK went well. I have been staying up really late this past week. I am pretty tired.

Well people don't like the hard and heavy.

Went to Indianapolis today and viewed an exhibit on female painters from Indiana. The contemporary works were really good. I can say just about every one had something I liked in it. Max said it was going to be a bunch of paintings of kitchens and bunnies but I didn't get it. And Lindsey gave him a mean look after he said it. So maybe it meant something derogatory towards women.

Who knows.

If I could gather all my past mistakes and equate them down to one single word. A noun. It would be pride. Being human, and suffering from (My -prideful- humanity.) that of a fallen perspective it starts to rule my everyday life. Not being humble (An opposite of pride.) causes a barrier between oneself and another.

Too proud to be loved.

This, however is a mere realization and not and end by any means. Something this ingrained in my thinking will take work.

Too prideful to work towards humility.

Power to the prideful.
Peace to the humble.
Strength to both.

New Or(e)leans was fun. Nashville was more fun. Good trip!

Is my life less examined? I don't know. Did I live? Did I feel alive? I think so.

ARE WE NOT MEN?

Trophy girlfriends become trophy wives.
Fitted clothing turns to baggy sweats.

Positive Energy Dome!



Think positive!

I locked every door in my house tonight. Watched 5 episodes of Cowboy Bebop, and fell asleep. Drank a Holiday Spice Pepsi, ate a sub. Put on my headphones. Total isolation, and I would only let one person in this whole wide world in the door.

Cindy Crawford.

Avery Elizabeth!

Romance at it's finest...(the kind I really identify with.) Not that sentimental crap, but an honest statement of love, infatuation, or lust I guess. Hopefully love could spur on a comment like this:

"I would never stick my head in a gas oven at the end of an evening with you."

-About A Boy by Nick Hornby.




It hurts my throat to breeeeeeeeeathe.

If I could own the eternal optimism of Foxtrot...I'd be set for life.

"Why the grouchy face?"

"Mom says I have to read all the Valentines I got."

"You don't normally read them?

"Heck no I don't want to expose myself to a bunch of girly flirtation! I mean look at some of these...'Dear Jason, Happy Valentines day you nerdy twit.'"

"Calling you a nerdy twit is flirting?

"It's an anagram of trendy wit."

The duality of man.

"You have no faith to lose...and you know it."

It's hard to get up in the morning when you aren't God.

In the grand scheme of things I really have stood in wonderment at the accomplishment you've made in me.

Yes, that was directed at you, Andy.

Ok this is the first time I have realized I use my iPod too much. I was sitting at a concert with earplugs in and I thought, I better take my iPod out so I can hear this music better. So I reached towards my ears and realized it was ear plugs and not my earphones.

Yes. I am moron.

"Soon enough your friends will find you out."

I have to get that very un-manly poem off the top of my site:



And put a very manly picture up. (Of Flash monkey!)