Kate Blows

Tonight is a big night... and a very sad night. At 8 p.m., "Lost" will air the last "lost" until January 11. Oh! What shall I do until then?! The title of tonights episode is "What Kate did". Obviously we will find out Kate's original crime and will investigate why she is on the run. But this episode will feature much more than that. Locke appears to forget to input the numbers into the computer and the numbers will reach zero. This will more than likely happen right before the end of the episode. Then we will have to wait for a month and a half to see what happens next. Oh, and uh, Kate and Jack kiss. But who didn't see that eventually happening?



I know I have things to do but I don't know what it is I have to do. Confusing. I hate this feeling.

Well, I have recently bought a harmonica. I can officially begin to learn to blow. (Insert jokes here). I also bought a method book that should teach me how to play it. I got to the first song part of the book and I kind of learned "Jingle Bells". I still suck...er... blow.

I really want to master this instrument. For some reason, I think it will be cool. But when have I known what "cool" is anyway?

There seems to be a lot of issues with blogs here recently. One person went as far as changing his address and one totally disabled comments. I agree that some mistakes were made on both sides but c'mon people! Just because somebody is angry at me for eating a hamburger doesn't mean that I will stop eating hamburgers.... unless those hamburgers have onions on them. Onions are gross. They make me hurl.

Can't we just get over this? Let's please move on! Nobody is perfect and we all know that. Can't we just accept that and learn to love each other again?

Until next time, vaya con Dios.
Isaiah 40:28-31, 41:10-13

525,600 minutes or 100th post

Da Da daaaaaa! Let the celebration begin! Yes, it has been a long journey but it's here! No, I'm not talking about Seinfeld season 5 &6 on dvd (although that has been a long time comin'). I'm talking about MY 100th POST! (pause for applause). Oh man, have we had some good times.... oh yes, we've had some good times. So, I guess this means I have to do something special. I guess I can do a very quick and condensed recap of the "best" of my posts up to now. So here goes in the format of complete randomness but in a somewhat sequentia manner:

What's a gingus and what is one doing with the Big Five? Did you know you can buy T-Shirts and condoms all in one store? My birthday is interfering with my summer tests. But how can that be when I'm gettin' lucky in Kentucky? And speakin' of gettin' lucky, went to Falls Creek. Gettin' lucky? Not me. I know nothing of relationships. They frustrate me. You know what else frustrates me? Stupid hardware stores... namely The Home Depot. Screw you Home Depot! Male phenomena isn't pleasant while getting out of a pool. Ed and I do a final number on the piano right before he heads back home. Here's a picture? Can you think of anything funny to say now? I looked into the future while revealing a new album from Chris. Messenger porn isn't all that it's cracked up to be while being arrested in front of Joey. FM helps me out of a jam while I, again, can't understand women. Third Day "Cried Out to Jesus" while Ed went to Australia. I got a sunburn from my own team,... not the sun. It was "Chaos" while a lot of pictures were being shown all the way from the Ed Sullivan Theatre to bathroom stall direction signs to New Orleans to weird church signs. Loss of loved ones to my mother being struck by lightning. I get to be a sub with a "cool" nickname. Did Jesus star in His own video game? The donkey side of me was brought out while watching my team. I predict(ed) the future and The Return of the jEDi was popular. Bowling and a Big Fun Thing. My truck sucks and a penguin craps out ice at Burger King. It was a premature evacuation while I take a risk and regret it. I restate the UCM motto and restate it again and get in trouble for it. A dog "pisses" me off while I realize I have something in common with famous people. I hurl during a korean film council meeting while catching up on what every phobia there ever was that intrigue me that start with the letter "a". I surrender to trying so hard while the wind blows really reallly hard. I actually go on a date and compare women to fish. And I have something in common with a water balloon hurler. Sweet!

And there you have it. A "quick" recap of me up to today.

And what happened today? Well, I went to "Rent". No, I'm not a big musical person but I took a chance on this movie. It wasn't too bad I suppose. Do you know the main song from the movie? The one where they say 525,600 minutes in a year. Yeah, uh, that's how long the movie lasted, 525,600 minutes. IT WAS LONG. It made me think that everybody in NYC is either gay, has AIDS, or is gay and has AIDS. I think I may have seen one straight person in the movie. But I think I blinked. But what should I have expected? It was a broadway musical! Hellllooooooo!

So here's to another 100 posts! Well, if I make it that far.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.
Isaiah 40:28-31, 41:10-13

Baptism by water balloon

I smell like dog. I do. This dog jumped in my lap and it is a stank dog. The dog was dag.

I went to First Baptist-O-Ada this morning and watched my good friend, Bryan, get baptized. Bryan, now other Baptists won't recognize you in the liquor store. So don't take offense.

But church was good. I'm a little closer to coming to a decision about becoming a member. But I haven't totally made up my mind. I don't think God has given me the go ahead just yet. I plan on talking to the pastor tonight after church so I can ask him about his beliefs and other things about "his" church.

I went to the college class this morning. I liked it. It was my first time there and despite most of my other college baptist experiences, I felt welcome. We talked about what it means to keep the sabbath holy. Sometimes I consider "blogging" work. So, I guess I'm sinning right now.

Sooner magic, baby. The ... my sooners beat the Cowboys of OSU 42-14 yesterday. It was a fine last home game. I was surprised though that I didn't sit by some obnoxious cowboy fans.........hmmmmmmm........... obnoxious cowboy fans...... isn't that saying the same thing twice? Sorry.

I remember something funny that the girl whom I took out last Friday night told me. She was talking about her and some friends going out to the country club with a water-balloon launcher and drilling some people at the college dorms. They were hidden enough so that the targets didn't know where it was coming from. Now, isn't that something that I would do? Or DID do? I was about to tell her of some of my escapades but I decided that I would wait until either I knew that she liked me or didn't want to have anything to do with me. Hopefully it's the first one. I may tell her about the road kill challenge first. That's a good one.

And speaking of "her", I don't know when I should call her next. I think I will here in a few minutes... you know... after "work". Oh man... nervousness just creeped in. Dang it.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.
Isaiah 40: 28-31, 41:10-13

50 first dates... well, minus 49

Tonight was a good night. Yes, it was. Tonight I went on the official "first date". I did a little preparation for it though. I wanted to do as much as I could to impress her without going too far. But I think this went better than the "first" meeting. I was still nervous and didn't want to say the wrong thing. There were a few things I would have done differently but I think overall it went well.

The day started off with me waking up...duh. Took a shower, did the hair, shaved my face, picked out which new shirt I was going to wear, watched a little football, , then took off towards town.

The first thing I did was to go to the UCM, get on my computer and check my email. Checka checka email... Anywhoooo........ Didn't get anything very interesting. But I did get to hang out with the fella's while I was up here. I had to watch Rob see his team lose yet another game... poor Rob. But then I had work to do.

I first went to Papa Georgio's (is that how you spell it?) and made reservations for justin... (just in case). While I was there I caught up with an old friend I hadn't seen in years. So that was good. Anyway, I asked them if I could come back later and put a rose (or other flower) in the middle of the table so it would be there when we showed up. They said that was cool, well, they didn't exactly said that it was "cool", but they said it was alright. So, I left Papa's and left for the flower place on Mississippi Street. And to my disappointment they were closed. Now what? So, while I was trying to figure out another place to go, I went to the car wash... cause, well, the truck really needed it. But in the midst of the washing, I remembered that I have a friend who is in the greenhouse business (owns it, actually). So, I call her up and tell her what I need. Such a lifesaver she was. Plus it's good to know people. I leave the carwash and head towards Donaghey's Greenhouse and pick it up. It was a pink rose in a glass vase with other plant things in it. It was awesome. So, after a while I go back to Papa's and find my reserved table and place the vase and flower in the middle. By this point, I was thinking that I haven't gone through this much "trouble" for a date in, well, forever. She was special and it required a special night.

The dinner went pretty well. We ended getting the same thing. I went in knowing that I'd probably get Fettucini Alfredo. But what did she get? Exactly. She got the Fettucini Alfredo. So I ordered the same thing. I hope she didn't think I was ordering that just because she did. But I thought that was pretty cool.

After dinner I took her to the park to go walk around once. I forgot until I got there, but the Christmas lights were up. Bonus! I was a little worried though. She mentioned that she is cold natured and it was a little cold outside. I didn't want to make her freeze. So, when we started to walk around, I asked her periodically if she was alright. She would always answer that she was fine. Not sure if I believed her entirely. She probably didn't want me to feel bad. So, I hope I didn't make her too uncomfortable.

But the best part was that we got to talk quite a bit. I got to know her a little better. Seems like the more I get to know her, the more I like her. And the more that I want to know more about her. And it's not hard to like this girl. Everything about her is awesome. Yeah, I've only known her not for very long but does that mean that I can't like who she is?

Everytime I am in a relationship with a girl, I always have to ask myself, "Is this somebody that I could marry?" I mean, isn't that what dating is all about? Dating is the time spent trying to figure out if the person you're with is the "One". It doesn't scare me to think about that. I'm not saying that I want to get married next week or next year or anything. I'm just saying I'm mindful of it. I'll let God tell me when and who to the marriage issue. He knows more about it than I. (THANK GOD!)

Somebody once said that dating is like a job interview. You do all you can do to impress the other person and you hope that the other person is impressed with you enough to give you a chance. I guess that's what I'm trying to do. I'm not trying to not be myself or anything, I'm just trying to give her the respect and kindness that she deserves.

Second date? Likely. Hopefully I can find something cool to do. Hopefully something that doesn't involved her being frozen. That would be nice. But it is Ada, mind you. My options are limited.

Now my mind is filled with what she may be thinking. Does she like me? Does she really want to go out again? Does she wish I did something different? I can't help but think that she is just being polite to me and not wanting to say no when I ask her if she would like to go out again. If only guys knew what the girl was thinking, it would be easier... but scarier, probably. Just kidding.

Bedlam tomorrow.... go sooners.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Adam Sandler sang about this...

Greetings and salutations, one and all. Turkey Day is upon us once again. Mashed potatoes. Green beans. Stuffing. Turkey. Can-shaped cranberry sauce. Weird uncle who always thinks you'll be amazed when you pull his finger. And for some, this is when the Christmas tree gets put up. Me? I like to leave milk out for a few months and let the mold get a few feet high and then put a few ornaments on them and sprinkle some lights on there. Bryan gave me that tip. Thanks Bryan, for you are truly a fungus amoung us.

Today was the big Thanksgiving dinner hosted by the United Campus Ministry. It pretty much started last night around 7 p.m. We stayed up until 1 a.m. making jello (which never got served), chopping up potatoes with Aaron. We cut up a butt-load of potatoes.
*SIDE NOTE* Buttload- equal to or exceeding a large quantity.
OK. Now you know what "buttload" is. Consider yourself an informed individual. You're welcome.

Ed may come down later this week. Can't wait to see my favorite non-spanish speaking Hispanic descended Catholic male originally from the state of Texas. Can't wait until your arrival my brother from another mother.

Okay, my post from a few days ago seemed kinda crappy, didn't it? That stemmed from a day in which MY TEAM (Oklahoma U.) lost in the most crappy manor on top of a lot of things coming together at once. It made for an unpleasant evening. But all of us go through that kinda stuff once in a while, right?

Oh man! Lost is on tonight! Have I mentioned how much that show rocks? Oh,... i guess I have.... sorry. But I can't help it. So shutty.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

23 ways

TWENTY-THREE WAYS IN WHICH WOMEN ARE LIKE FISH

1. Both attracted to shiny objects
2. More fun to catch while drinking
3. Neither travel well
4. There's others in the sea and/or bar
5. Three words: catch and release
6. Both travel in protective groups
7. Small bladders
8. The deeper you go, the scarier they get
9. Their weight largely determines their value
10. They get all ornery if you try to grab their tail
11. Bears will eat either of them
12. Sometimes I likes 'em wild, sometimes I likes 'em farm-raised
13. You must document great catches or no one will believe you -- video preferred
14. Easier to reel in if you let them wear themselves out first
15. Seen the movie Splash? Case closed
16. Cold blooded.
17. Neither can operate a vehicle
18. They both eat things
19. The harder they shake their tail, the farther they'll go in life
20. Scales are important to each of them
21. They never have to buy drinks
22. Umm… Eggs? Duh
23. Can hook either with a great line

There is a treason at sea

I am solo in this world of water
Only the tip of a sunrise visible
Like the morning light in a little girl's eyes
I crave this freedom
I find it only in this little ship
Just my soul and this bread and butter
I am comfortable
But there is a treason at sea
Is it me?
It is a wonder, supernatural cover of war
The dark ones who eternal in damnation grow
Set about me now
How they whine and crow
I am solo
In this world of wet
And bitter is my temperament
I close the door to sentiment
And i relish all my youth
I realize that i am doomed
Fear of love and fear of you
But you give me the keys to paradise
It is you who sympathize
You and your perfection grow
I am cradled in your oceans throw
I crave your freedom in this little ship
For you alone can chart my trip
And like these waves i lose my grip
And i sink into your arms

by D.C. Talk

TECHnical difficulties

I just absolutely want to scream. I'm just so frustrated. I admit I am a little greedy right now. I want good things to happen to me. Sometimes things appear on the horizon that may be promising. But guess what? It never works out. And now I just sit here taking it all in. I don't know who to talk to. I don't even know if I want to talk about it. Sometimes I just want to get far away from here and start over. I love my friends but I don't feel like I belong here a lot of times. Is it strange to feel that way?

You know, you spend most of your life looking. Even when you don't realize it, you're looking. They tell you that you'll find what you're looking for when you stop looking. HOW DO I STOP LOOKING?? Tell me!

I feel so helpless. Lonely. I hope I don't snap all of a sudden. Ed, it's times like this when I needed you the most, brother.

Everybody seems to be "getting" life better than me. When do I start to? Everybody has something to do. Something they call their own. Am I blind to what I have? Maybe so. Where is this so called life of mine? Is it in Ada? I don't know, but I feel like an Alien in this land. I don't fit in here. I don't know where I fit in but I know it's not here. Hopefully I can bear it for 12 more months. Wow... 12 months....

Maybe when I die, they will bury me upside down so the world can kiss my ...

College Football Predictions- 11/19/05

OU- 35
Texas Tech-34
OUch! Tech losing to Ok. State last week was like a punch in Coach Mike Leach's stomach. Doubt about their own team starts to creep in while Stoops and his troops will roll into their 5 win in a row. But it won't be easy. This will be another close one. Bomar looks impressive in this one as he throws for 250 yards and one td pass.

Oklahoma State- 27
Baylor- 21
Is Oklahoma State playing like a team now? Perhaps. Baylor started off the first half of the season like they were going to a bowl game. It ain't happening. Instead they are playing for pride again. But they will fall short as OSU gets just enough offense to get past the might Bears.

USC-45
Fresno State- 28
Fresno State is good but not good enough as they face the team with the longest current winning streak. The usual suspects have a big day. Again, big surprise.

Ohio State- 24
Michigan- 21
Close. OSU (the better one) wins.

THE IRON BOWL...
Alabama- 14
Auburn- 31
I just had to pick a score for this one. I'll probably get it wrong. Oh well. No biggie.

A moment of coo slightly past 9:30 p.m.

I have to be the worst at this meeting of the female thing. It's like my own version of stage fright. I think it would be easier for me to give a speech while only wearing my underwear and socks in front of all the students at ECU. I'm just not good at this.

In case you were wondering what exactly I'm talking about, one of my friends set me up to meet a young lady. Of course I wasn't going to turn down such an offer. So I politely accept the invitation. Actually, I believe my reaction upon first hearing of this was something to the effect of "Shnubltatherflackeedoorst!!". What? You've never heard of that? Well, my friend, then you haven't lived. In fact, I actually knew who the young lady was. So, my motivation for attending such a set up was high.

Earlier tonight was the actual meeting. There was a mutual friend who accompanied her so it made things a lot easier. I tell you the absolute truth here. When I first saw her I think my heart stopped. Was it nervousness? Not really. That wasn't it. She was so absolutely gorgeous that I couldn't imagine how God favored me so. I stood up and greeted her with a hearty handshake. Then we all sat down and talked until about midnight. But, of course, there were several moments where I had no idea what to say. And the stories I decided to share came out like this:

Kent: So, uh... uh..... this one time... uh...... like......... I had my wisdom teeth cut out.... uh..... so.......... it sucked........ yeah..... coo.

And I can just imagine what she was thinking.
Girl: Ahh man! Who is this moron? Quick! Gotta think of an out......... can't use the Lemon Law... it's been more than 5 minutes........ I guess I'll just have to endure it.

It wouldn't really surprise me if that's what her mode of thinking was.

But what now? Well, I'll tell you that I got a phone number. Which I was surprised to get. Holy crap was I nervous about leading up to the "Can I have your phone number?" question. I told her that I would like to get to know her better and proceeded with the "Would you like to do something at a future time and date?" question. She said OK but I wasn't sure that she was just being polite. Sorry, but I have an issue with self confidence. I can't help but think that. I can't ever imagine girls liking anything about me. That's me and I think I'll always be that way. It would take a lot to convince me that somebody likes me. I need that assurance.

I asked her basic background questions, likes, dislikes (kinda), and other random things. As I got to know her a little better I kept finding out things that are terrific about her. She's a Christian, likes christian music as well as lot's of other kinds, favors the University of Oklahoma Sooners (If she would have said OSU then I would have had to leave.... j/k), and many other things that are great. I had a really good time. Even counting the awkwardness and the uncertainty I felt.

I just hope she doesn't think I'm this total geek/loser/moron/idiot.... wait... I am those things. Well, I hope that she doesn't come to think of it as true... which it is.

So, is there a future date? Well, stay tuned.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

There are post metamorphed worms in my digestive tract

I'm so freakin' nervous right now. Holy crap. I don't think I've been this nervous since preparing for a basketball game in high school. I couldn't even finish my meal at Polo's for pete's sake. (Who the heck is Pete, anyway?).

But I hope all goes well. I'm pretty sure I won't have to use the Lemon Law tonight. Hopefully it won't be used on me. That would royally suck legume.

The song Lifesong by Casting Crowns is really in my head today. Good song.

Third Day will be at the Lloyd Noble Center in Norman, Oklahoma, on March 24th. I'll be expecting front row center. Anything less be a disappointment.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Man, that thing sucked!

I was just thinking... whatever happened to the Dust Buster? I mean it was like every single person had one of these things and now..... you don't see 'em.

I wonder if this thing is in the Bible. Does it mention in the book of Revelation about Dust Buster's being raptured first? Does Heaven have a dust problem? Oh well, I'm sure you can find them on Ebay. Man, those things sucked.

It came from Canada

Has anybody stepped outside today? The wind is blowing roughly about 327 mph from the north. It's some kind of cold front from Canada. So it's sure to make Beach mad. (He hates Canada for some reason).

I got a very VERY interesting email today. Something cool may happen soon.

It's officially cold now. Now I can wear beanies all the time. Man, I need more pantalones.

I tried out this Ab Wheel thing last night. Have you seen these things? All you do is get on the ground, put your hands on the handles, and roll around. Sounds dirty doesn't it? I've actuallly started to do semi-workouts in the comforts of my own room. I have these two 25 lb dumbells (no, I'm not talking about the Oleson twins) and I do bicep curls everyday. I've already started to notice a difference. I'm not bragging, believe me. If you've seen what I've had to start with then you'd understand. I also do some modified push-ups to try to work the triceps muscles. In case your wondering, you can do push-ups to mainly work to sets of muscles. If you put your hands closer together then you'll work your triceps more. If you set your hands further apart then you'll work more of your pectoral muscles. Guys, this was a free lecture. The next time I'll have to charge.

My friend Bryan has just recently won the award the messiest room of all time. If you don't believe me then have a look for yourself.

I was watching the Florida State - Clemson football game the other day. Florida State was kicking either an extra point or a field goal and I noticed something. Right behind the field goal post, where the kicker would be looking at, some Clemson fans held up a sign that said S-U-C-K I-T. Each person had one letter each. Maybe I should try it at the next OU football game. SUCK IT OSU!

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Baptist to the Bone

This morning I attended Ada First Baptist for the second straight Sunday. I loved it. I really did. Now, if you didn't know I grew up in a Southern Baptist Church. A really small Souther Baptist Church. Really Small... Ok, I think you understand that it's small.

Anyway, First Baptist of Ada isn't exactly small according to what I'm used to. I always thought that I would always continue to go to a small church, small school, small town. So, growing up in Vanoss and now spending most of my time in Ada, everything is bigger than what I'm used to. I graduated at Vanoss with a class size of around 30... if that many. My church usually had around 70 or so, depending on when the Dallas Cowboys played football. And well, Vanoss isn't exactly a metropolis. It has around 300 or so people in it. Even though I still live "in'' Vanoss, I spend the majority of my waking hours in Ada. Ada has roughly 18,000 (plus or minues the number of college students) and the college here has an enrollment around 5,000. Much more than my high school. A lot of my classes that I've had in college equalled or exceeded the number of my senior class in high school. So, it's quite a change of envionment for me. Man, I don't know how I got started on all of this. Back to the church thing...

The last couple of years I haven't had an official membership to a local church. I've been sort of a church hopper.... or an extended variety visitor. Most of my time was spent at First United Methodist Church. I used to be a youth intern there and since then I felt somewhat comfortable in that church so I decided to continue to go there. But sometimes I would venture somewhere else to go to church. I tried other methodist churches, a freewill baptist church, a couple of southern baptist churches, disciples of christ church, presbyterian, and a church of god church. I found temporary fixes but none seemed to fill the gap that I needed. During this time I've been in college I haven't had a typical church home (I say "typical" because I consider the UCM my church, though it isn't a "typical" church). So, I've missed out on building a community with fellow believers. I've longed for that for a long time but I was too lazy to get out of my comfort zone and seriously think of looking for a church that would help me learn more about God, experience christian fellowship, and freedom of worship expression.

Have I found such a place? I don't know. Maybe First Baptist is the place I'm looking for, maybe it isn't. I haven't felt God lead me to join this church yet. It's still too early for me to tell yet whether this is the right church. I can't treat this decision like I would with which value meal I want at Burger King. No. I mean this is important. Well, not to say that my value meal options aren't important or anything, but this is just a bit more important. But I'm enjoying the church so far. Even some of the "older" people in the church actually seem like they enjoy my presence among them. The pastor seems genuine and real. That doesn't happen too often. I am actually looking forward to Sunday mornings again. I forget what that's like. Can't wait.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

College Football Predictions- 11/12/05

OU- 35 Texas A&M- 21
Peterson + Bomar = Sooners win. Peterson will have over 150 yards rushing and 2 td's. Bomar will do well but does his signature slow start. Sooners will roll.

Oklahoma State- 17 Texas Tech- 52
Once again the "s" stands for sucks. OSU's defense is no match for the powerful Tech offense. Tech's QB (whoever he is... it doesn't matter anyway) will throw for over 400 yards. OSU always has problems against Texas Tech and another year of a Tech butt whooping occurs.

LSU- 14 Alabama- 7
Two great defenses and two lackluster offenses face each other. Even though it's at Alabama, LSU will come out on top in a low scoring affair.

USC- 42 California- 27
The last time USC lost a game was two years ago at Cal. Guess where this game is? It's at Cal. But, will Cal win? Uh... NO! Cal will score some points but USC knows how to do that as well. USC will come out on top again and the normal heroes for USC will shine once more.

Auburn- 21 Georgia- 20

Just like the French

I give up. I surrender. I think I have a better shot if I let somebody else do it for me.

Oh yeah, I guess I better tell you what I'm talking about. OK.

The ever dreaded topic of relationships. Of course I'd almost rather take the "p" out of the aforementioned word and replace it with a "t". Get it? So, I give up. I apparently can't do it. My "methods" of the wooing isn't working. People always say "Be yourself" or the ever famous "Don't worry, you'll meet somebody". I appreciate the sentiments and the pity, but, it doesn't do me a whole lotta good. I'm sorry if that sounded mean. But I can't help it when I see some of my friends who have "hooked up" and wonder "why not me"?

Yes, I know the popular saying of, "God will send you somebody." I know those words like the starting lineup for the Oklahoma Sooners. "All in His timing" you say. Yes, I have heard 'em all! Seeing half of my friends who are either engaged or in-the-process-of-becoming-engaged makes me wonder what I do wrong. I think I'm a good guy morally. I mess up just like the rest. Am I just putting too much emphasis on this? I try not to think about it but each day I get older.

Maybe I'm just scared of losing my plans I had a long time ago. I figured I would meet someone in college, get married, have a job, and then live life to the fullest. Time's running out for me in that department. Yes, I may be freaking out prematurely. But don't we all kinda freak out when we make plans and then the plans don't work out like we've hoped? Yes. That's kinda what I'm going through.

Maybe it's a pride issue. The question of "why not me" might be because I think I deserve something. But I don't "deserve" anything really.

But it's nice to be considered a "catch" I suppose. Never in my life have I been the one girls hover around. I'm always on the outside looking in. I'm sort of a loner. I guess I've never had that personality where people love me instantly. I suppose it takes a while to warm up to me. And that's the way I act towards others as well. Extravert... or however you spell it. That's what I am... until I get to know you. Then you can't get rid of me.

We all want to be loved, right? What makes me any different?

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Premature Evacuation

Oh how bad things happen in 3's. You know what I mean? A couple of nights ago David broke one of his toes. Last night Jonathon dislocated his ankle while we were playing "Romans and Christians". So, who's next? I don't know about you but I'm going to take extra careful steps for the next couple of days.

So, to tell a very short story of what happened Jonathon is what I'll do right now after the period at the end of this sentence. Jonathon was a "christian" and he was running away from jail. Upon running he jumped off of a 4 ft. high ledge. Let's just say he landed and didn't continue with his running of the away. It was uh.... gross to look at. Anyways, some people huddled around him for support because well, we couldn't really do anything. But the game was supposedly still "on''. Not so. The game ended before the alloted time and so we all left. So, in essence, you could say there was a premature evacuation. *knock knock* *hello? Is this thing on?*

I can't believe I forgot to hit record when "Lost" came on last night? Luckily I called someone and they recorded half the show. But I got the main part of it. When I started watching it I wondered exactly what happened in the first part of the show. So, you could say that I was 'Lost' watching "Lost"..... what? You couldn't see that coming?

Hey, I filled up my tank today at $2.05. Wow. I can take a bath in gasoline again. Woohoo!

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Tonight I attended a sort of "Talent Show" at First United Methodist (or Mehtodist, according to the sign outside the ucm) Church. It was pretty cool. A fourth grader played the harmonica like a freakin' madman. I was instantly jealous.
*Sidenote* It seems that learning how to play the harmonica wouldn't be hard at all. Here's how a harmonica lesson may go:

Teacher: OK, Jimmy. Here's your harmonica.
Jimmy: Sweet!
Teacher: OK, now just follow my instructions.
Jimmy: OK teach. Ready when you are.
Teacher: OK. Listen closely.
Jimmy: Got it.
Teacher: Now BLOW!

I may be way off base but I would rather spend money on the ever popular "Harmonica's for Dummies". And I'm sure I'm a natural. People tell me I blow all the time. (Insert jokes here)

OK. Enough of that.

The spaghetti they served at the talent show was awesome. The guy who made it is the same guy who owns Mazzola's (The Cake Box). Adding the consecutive mexican entre's from last night and earlier today on top of the italian food means I have a Plato Fun Factory in my stomach. Don't understand? OK... Well, imagine actual crap-lava flowing from the behind of Kent. Good image. I know. Oh and uh... nobody light a match near me for a couple of days please.... for your safety and mine. Thanks.

Got to hang out with my favorite Catholic replacement, Valerie. She played at the talent show thingy. So we hung out later with a built in Purd too. We went to Micky D's and later to her place (no, don't think that way). We watched the second half of Robin Williams: Live on Broadway... Holy Crap. I felt so ashamed to laugh but I have to admit some of that stuff was funny. As soon as it was over I left... and now here I am.

But I am so sore from playing football yesterday. Me and some of my homies played for 3+ hours. Two things stick out from that experience: pain and broken tree limbs. I won't go into detail, but it was really fun. Until now. I have muscles aching that I didn't even know I had. But it's all good. I need to work off all the mexitalian food. Speaking of that I gotta go uh.... bomb the harbor so to speak. Sorry.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

I was afraid of this...

I picked out a few of my favorite phobias. Enjoy...

Albuminurophobia- Fear of kidney disease.
Alektorophobia- Fear of chickens...... that's foul!
Alliumphobia- Fear of garlic
Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions.
Anglophobia- Fear of England or English culture, etc.
Anuptaphobia- Fear of staying single.
Apeirophobia- Fear of infinity.
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
Asymmetriphobia- Fear of asymmetrical things.
Aulophobia- Fear of flutes.
Aurophobia- Fear of gold.
Auroraphobia- Fear of Northern lights.
Autodysomophobia- Fear of one that has a vile odor.
Automatonophobia- Fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues - anything that falsly represents a sentient being.
Bolshephobia- Fear of Bolsheviks.
Barophobia- Fear of gravity.
Bromidrophobia- Fear of body smells.

to be continued.......

College Football Predictions- 11/05/05

OU- 77 Bye- 0
OU has a big day versus The University of Bye Week. OU embarrasses the visitor's so bad that it seems like OU is playing against NOBODY. This isn't much of a contest. OU wins by a landslide. Peterson will be quoted after the game by saying, "It's like we were playing Ok. St. out there."

Oklahoma State- 2 Bye Tech- 3
What an embarrassing loss for the cowpokes. The University of Bye Week Tech kicks a field goal as time expires to win the game. Coach Gundy will be overheard during the game saying, "Man, we match up really well against these guys."

Virginia Tech- 17 Miami- 13
The name "Vick" is taking college football over, again. Miami has stout defense but it won't be enough as Marcus Vick shreads the Hurricanes defense in the second half. Va Tech beats Miami again mimicking the 2003 game.

Texas- 45 Baylor- 14
Doesn't Geraldo look like the German dude off of Mike Tyson's Punch Out video game? What? What does that have to do with anything? True, but Baylor is going to lose. Enough said.

USC- 42 Stanford- 9
Win #31 in a row. Stanford sucks. booyah.

These pretzels are making me thirsty!

Can't believe it's almost 2006.

Several years ago people seriously thought that we would be driving flying cars and living on Mars (or the Moon). Instead, we are dealing with another war in Iraq, another gas crisis, and The Rolling Stones. All 3 are driving me crazy.

2006 will bring the end, finally, of college. Yes, I graduated in the spring of '05 but I'll get done with my master's in the fall of '06. So, I'll have to do a lot of growing up by then. Actually, I should START growing up. Others would definitely agree with that one.

Isn't "Lost" the best freakin' show on T.V.?

I'm gonna cut this post short because I have to uh..... well,.... pee. Until next time, vaya con Dios.

History DOES repeat itself

On October 25 (such a long time ago), I posted about recent events that fellow UCM students were a part of. Much of what happened disappointed me to great lengths. Let me show you one of the comments I received in response to that post.

anonymous said:
Matthew 18:15-17 talks about disagreements in the church. The first action to take is to talk to the person one-on-one. If that doesn't work, you should take one or two others and try again. If that doesn't work, then you should tell the church. Notice that none of these steps is to post it on the Internet without the person's knowledge or consent. You took a bad situation and made it horrible by acting irresponsibly. Just because a person or a group of people does something you don't like or you don't agree with doesn't give you the right to tell everyone without at least talking to them. You owe them an apology.
Wed Nov 02, 01:52:57 AM 2005

I wasn't aware of the proper protocol of posting stuff on the internet. But I'm glad that you enlightened me. Apparently I have to have people's consent or the knowledge of these particular people so I can proceed about MY BLOG. But aren't you posting something on the internet about something I did? Without my knowledge or consent? How come you didn't come to me, in private, and talk to me about this? Yes, I was guilty of this crime but you can't point the finger at me without pointing it right back at you.

I'll give you that fact you are right about confronting a brother or sister in Christ. And no, I didn't do what you suggested. Maybe I should have. But I didn't see you come up to me and talk to me about this whole thing before you posted a comment. You should read Matthew 18:15-17. It might help.

So, Mr./Mrs. Anonymous, why hide the name? What point does that serve? It's easy to say anything without your name tattooed on it.

Here's another comment:

Anonymous said...
Umm... how many people would have known about it if you guys hadn't put it on the internet? Who tarnished the reputation of the UCM more?
Tue Nov 01, 05:03:02 PM 2005

Are we missing the point? Since when did I become the enemy? My intentions weren't to slam any particular person or group. If I was trying to "Tarnish" the reputation of anybody I would have used names. Example: Last night Steven really was a butt.
Besides, people knew beforehand. Just because I wrote something about it on the internet doesn't mean people won't find out around here.
It also sounds like you are justifying your actions by attacking me. Hmmmm..... that sounds so familiar........ That's right... I said that very same thing in the post you commented about. I wrote:

"And to everyone who WILL get mad at me for writing this I know I am not perfect. I never said I was. Yes, I am a hypocrite. But who isn't? I know I have messed up in the past and WILL mess up in the future. But if you come at me telling me of all the things I've done then you are just wasting your time. This isn't about me. Don't notice your own faults and try to justify it by slamming me. It won't work."

My point to writing that whole thing, if you actually read it all, was:

"All I'm saying is that something has to change. Rob stated it very well in one of his posts. The UCM isn't perfect and everyone would admit that. But to think that we could be "worshiping" (and I use that word very loosely) and hours later we talk and act like the rest of the world. What kind of witness is that?"

If you took it as me slamming you, then I apologize. It was not my intention. I was calling out the UCM. And guess what?! I'm a part of that group. So, I'm ripping myself. Does that make it better? Are you happy now? We all have to watch ourselves. We are suppose to be a light of the world. To be separate from the world. We've seen those around the block who are passed out on their lawn past midnight. We (notice I said "WE") are no better than them. But shouldn't we hate the things they do? If we honestly hate it, then why are we doing the same things they do?

If you want to be mad at me for posting a reader's digest version of what happened that one Thursday night, then go ahead. I'm sorry for not going to each one of you and telling you that I didn't agree with what took place. Honestly, I didn't think it would matter. But that's my mistake. I admit it.

May the grace of God be with us always. Until next time, vaya con Dios.