tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34188112011-07-28T20:23:25.809-04:00Cold and Broken HallelujahThis is my lifeJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.comBlogger3081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-24995370978166409402011-07-16T23:20:00.002-04:002011-07-17T01:32:01.488-04:00A- Altruistical·tru·is·tic –adjective1. unselfishly concerned for or devoted to the welfare of others (opposed to egoistic).It took me awhile to figure out that all girls weren't all sweetness and light. I started to find out that a lot of girls were mean and self absorbed. I remember one time I was on a bus with a bunch of kids from the youth group, and I remember a couple of blonde Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-41696089396279386432011-07-16T14:34:00.003-04:002011-07-16T15:09:23.878-04:00Lately, I've been trying to figure out how to love my wife. Whoever said love was just about saying "I love you" was a ding dong. Love, I'm finding out, is much more complicated than mere physical affection or a well placed word. Love is allowing a person in and listening when they show you something about yourself that you don't want to admit is there. Love is doing things that you don't Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-56299934222285742732011-03-27T23:52:00.004-04:002011-03-28T01:52:26.424-04:00God's been teaching me a lot about prosperity lately. Kind of a loaded term and I guess that's the point. If I had to sum it up for you, I'd have to say the true measure of success in a person's life would come down to what they do with what they're given. Some make the mistake of believing that if a person has a meager salary, they are not successful. I believe it's a gross mistake to equate Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-49009411453807391732010-01-23T14:43:00.000-05:002010-01-23T14:45:51.607-05:00Forward:My heart I think it’s rather funny that I’m writing a forward and I’m guilty of usually skipping them in most of the books I’ve read. I guess it’s a feeling of why eat the salad when you know the main course is a Buffalo Chicken Ranch Sandwich from Chili’s. All I really want to get across in this forward is who I am and why I’m writing this book. The books I’ve always Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-87087491843181526212009-07-09T22:31:00.003-04:002009-07-09T23:10:59.663-04:00Wow, it's been a long day or two. The computer has been tied up since we've been working on the program for the funeral on Monday. Jenni tells me I can't say "funeral" anymore, so since the "f" word is off limits now, we call it Monday instead. I'm actually going to be putting together a video to commemorate Dave's life so even if you can't make it to the service on Monday, I'll post it on Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-89957376229561802172009-07-08T15:05:00.003-04:002009-07-08T15:09:46.501-04:00We have had a lot of people asking for the time of the funeral. The official time of the Funeral Service is going to be this upcoming Monday, July 13th @ 11am. It will be held at Oakdale Emory United Methodist Church in Olney, MD.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-14316293528643232612009-07-08T14:05:00.003-04:002009-07-08T14:50:18.485-04:00Jenni went with her mom and sister to go work on the program for the funeral service. I'm sitting here with my only company being the pet turtle. We slept soundly last night. Jenni took some of the Benadryl I got her, and she slept through the whole night. Blessed sleep. You don't know how sweet it is until you have a couple sleepless nights. I almost slept till noon today when I usually Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-17770988290171382152009-07-07T23:14:00.001-04:002009-07-07T23:14:40.963-04:00My heart is tired... I'm going to sleep.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-11646496790703882932009-07-07T22:12:00.002-04:002009-07-07T22:37:21.191-04:00One of Jenni's best friends came to pick her up tonight so she could go hangout with some of her childhood friends. It's so good to see her begin that healing process. Today went well. There was a lot of family. A lot of tears, and oddly enough there was a lot of laughter. Lots of stories about Mr. Crump were told. I'm only now starting to see just how good a dad he was. Even with his Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-53204968008692559792009-07-07T17:27:00.002-04:002009-07-07T18:28:57.656-04:00Nothing ever prepares you for what happened last night. All the textbooks, classes, life lessons, never can show you how to react when you find out your dad will never get to see your children. No one tells you what to do when you see your wife crawl into the hospital bed where her dad lays as she buries her head in his chest and cries. There would be no reassuring touch from him to reassure Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-38663743445257155152009-01-03T13:03:00.002-05:002009-01-03T13:40:32.574-05:00I feel like it is easy to slip into a mentality where you forget to thank God for what you already have. As I sat here looking at pictures of my wife at our wedding, old feelings started to remind me of what I had forgotten. I had forgotten to thank God everyday for my wife. She is beautiful inside and out, and she is truly the woman who fills in my blanks. Anything I lack, she has. Just Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-65906000329070246142008-11-14T13:06:00.005-05:002009-01-03T13:02:52.775-05:00I have chosen to write again because I feel like writing is a wonderful release. The concept of keeping a journal still holds a certain romance for me. Some like the tangible kind that you can keep in a leather binder and keep on a shelf but I never could go that route. One of my favorite things about writing is the process of writing and rewriting and rewriting constantly sharpening the Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-3395672271740496522007-07-20T23:50:00.002-04:002009-03-26T10:41:44.396-04:00Whenever I begin writing, I always wonder if what I am about to write will be any good. It's been exactly 5 months since I last wrote, and if it's true that writing ability can become rusty through disuse, then mine would be a healthy color of red and orange.There is also the question of whether I care if my writing is any good. I do care, and here lies the reason: If writing is a direct Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-54523101542993492152007-02-20T23:17:00.000-05:002007-02-21T01:13:48.402-05:00A door opens and the noise of a busy life is heard for a brief moment before the door shuts out the world that hasn't the time to slow down. Time almost seems to stand still in the small comfort of these four walls. A winding mosaic of tile litter the floor and the far wall is brick almost as if it were a large hearth in a person's home. There is a red wall that stretches behind the counter Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1139344729133352682006-02-07T15:27:00.000-05:002006-02-07T15:38:51.910-05:00Like it or not, when I decided to be a leader, I put a down payment down on the glass house I would take up residence in. With each new business I franchise to, I feel like the microscope that people see me through becomes that much more refined. When I used to screw up it used to just hurt myself. Now I bare the responsibility that if I fall, the people leaning on me will fall too.I neglect to Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1138909408781640802006-02-02T12:40:00.000-05:002006-02-02T14:43:28.860-05:00Where I am ClosestSuch beauty only to be stolen by darknessCrimson paint that has stained your endless wallsEvery heart captivated by each brush strokeReverie turns to awe as your blessed curtain of night fallsPockets of light litter the dark blanket of heavenMy eyes turn to the sky, enraptured by your intricate artTime slows to a crawl as I become entangled in your eternityIt is in this place Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1138731700455481332006-01-31T12:14:00.000-05:002006-01-31T17:54:25.723-05:00It amazes me how a song can evoke such deep feeling in the heart of a listener.The fact that a combination of myriad sounds could mingle together to create different emotions. One kind of combination and tempo could bring a smile whereas another makes you want to contemplate life. As I write this, I'm listening to a song called 'Astronaut' by David Mead.David is moving to Nashville where he is Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1138643213388414492006-01-30T12:46:00.000-05:002006-02-05T02:35:43.376-05:00I love writing letters as if I was sitting over a cup of coffee with a person (In Europe, it would be a pint of beer). Writing can come alive when it is not constricted to the rigid grammar and spelling rules that have been drilled into our heads since Kindergarten. For instance starting a sentence with "And", or sometimes I'd just like to write incomplete sentences that would be considered Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1138202278136081532006-01-25T10:14:00.000-05:002006-01-25T10:22:39.790-05:00BreatheTake my sorrow and my sinI will run into your arms againHold me, FatherOnce again my tears are driedBy your perfect love that's river-wideOverflowingAs I stand by its bank with my arms overhead I am overcomeAs I breathe...The air of heaven, drawing in your fragranceWhen I breathe... I feel your fullness come alive inside of meYou're the breath that I breathe-Sixpence None the RicherJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1138070318815147802006-01-23T20:45:00.000-05:002006-01-23T21:38:38.893-05:00So the office building I work at almost burnt down today.At least that's what my co-workers would have liked to happen. I've found that people are starving for excitement in their life so much to the point that they consider a minor electrical problem in the one of the air conditioning units something to freak out about. Let me start from the beginning.I was sitting in my cubicle minding my Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1138006075139933032006-01-23T03:07:00.000-05:002006-01-23T03:49:28.140-05:00I got to talk to an old friend tonight.There is something about "catching up" that is like a drug that I can't escape. I cycle through a group of old friends catching up on the details of their lives, and by the time I've cycled through, it's time to start over again. Now the realistic side of me tells me that if I continue doing this, I am assured to either not get done what I need to get done, Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1137798065707150202006-01-20T17:43:00.000-05:002006-01-23T09:23:01.190-05:00What good is math?I guess it comes in handy every now and then but here is my question. Why in the world do they have that as a requirement in curriculum and not classes on people skills or how to build effective relationships, or leadership, or stuff that actually matters? I'm sure math is great and all but till this day I have not needed to use pi or square roots, or polynomials or parabolas orJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1137621563963604622006-01-18T16:53:00.000-05:002006-01-18T17:05:18.276-05:00The world we live in has become a dangerous place. Better to be safe than sorry. That's the reason why I just recently got this killer guard dog:Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1137616416516925432006-01-18T15:29:00.000-05:002006-01-18T15:38:44.806-05:00Lonely SometimesI woke up from a strange rain And it was dreaming outside I rolled over for the telephone I thought I'd call someone Tell them I dreamed I had died But I know that I was all alone I just get lonely sometimes I want someone to take away my grief I just get lonely sometimes I want to wake up in the morning with someone Lying next to me who I can turn to for relief I just get lonely Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1137538832175377252006-01-17T17:06:00.000-05:002006-01-18T15:47:44.256-05:00Here's an interesting subject. As us 20+ year olds are waiting for that wife or husband that we'll spend the rest of our lives with, are there multiple people we could be happy with, or from God's foreknowledge did he create one and only one person to fill that role for us? I've asked various people, and have gotten both answers.I have always seen things in a very logical way asking the question,Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1137098402545527532006-01-12T14:59:00.000-05:002006-01-12T15:40:02.623-05:00There is a question that has been on my heart.Is the heart supposed to lead the mind or is the mind supposed to lead the heart? If the heart leads the mind, does this cause a person to run the risk of acting illogically and irrationally? If the mind leads the heart, does a person then run the risk of strangling the hearts true ability to inspire and to be passionate? The heart is the Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1137002818868841372006-01-11T13:04:00.000-05:002006-01-11T18:15:24.563-05:00Thanks to a good friend, I now have a new favorite song:'Crazy'by: Gnarles BarkleyI've been listening to it on repeat for about the last two days straight.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1137002614603757342006-01-11T12:59:00.000-05:002006-01-12T15:44:57.390-05:00Last night was my first night of work at the Golden Corral. I took this on as a second job, so I could use the money to pay bills and reinvest back into my business. I work with a bunch of 17-18 yr. old girls and a bunch of ladies in their 40's and 50's. There was one girl that was a pretty cool chick named Corrina who was 19 almost 20. Since this was about the only mature conversation I could Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1137002359365368292006-01-11T12:15:00.000-05:002006-01-11T18:31:12.923-05:00I think I have a good idea of how I work. The secret to being me is to figure out how to minimize my weak points and mistakes, and maximize my strong points. For instance, if I think I'm going to forget something later on, I'll put it in a place that is going to be with me when I remember that I should have brought it. Then I'll wait for that moment when I get that sinking feeling that I have Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1136844037944341442006-01-09T16:59:00.000-05:002006-01-11T18:39:09.506-05:00Father,Please take away my fear. Help me to have faith that You have everything taken care of. You have the perfect woman chosen for me, and I don't have to worry anymore. I don't have everything figured out, but I know that you do. If I could see You, would it change anything? If you were standing beside me, then would I trust You? Would I be closer with You, Lord, if I could physically feel theJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1136783698629607802006-01-08T22:43:00.000-05:002006-01-09T12:02:54.116-05:00Thursday night: 1 hour of sleepFriday night: 3 hours of sleepSaturday night: 3 hours of sleepIt's a surprise I'm still functioning. I just got back from Orlando a little while ago. Sometimes the mind just needs to detach and go some place that is unfamiliar. It is just what I needed.I was so blessed to meet some of the people I did. Each person had a different and unique story.The first girl I Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1136575968162203102006-01-06T14:23:00.000-05:002006-01-09T12:27:24.350-05:00Answering questions are great, but I think I'll take things back to the old school, where I just put my thoughts down on paper. It doesn't have to have bullet points or roman numerals. It doesn't have to be pertaining to a question or any particular subject. I just want to write and what ever comes out comes straight from my heart and my mind doesn't have time to change it.Right now in my life I Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1136396551703236832006-01-04T12:02:00.000-05:002006-01-04T12:42:31.786-05:00I read about the "hot and cute girls" in your blog and a situation arose that dealt with this subject. So here it goes, A young man is dating a "cute" girl who he is absolutely in love with. Yet he goes out with his buddies to a strip club to pay for a lap dance with a "hot" girl. So tell me, do guys want the sweetness of the "cute" girl or the looks and looseness of the "hot" girl? AnonymousI'm Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1136329482001589542006-01-03T17:15:00.000-05:002006-01-03T18:06:34.583-05:00Easy sister, stop for a second and be smart.What you want will come soon enoughif you only wait to start.Patience is a virtue, don't leave it on the shelf,Starting something that you'll have to wait formay just hurt your heart.-JoshJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1136309159891460302006-01-03T12:18:00.000-05:002006-01-03T18:16:16.366-05:00"How do I know if the person is right for me or not? Do you believe God picks out who is supposed to be our soul mate for life?"TiffanyPhiladelphia, PAI can't say with complete certainty, since I am still waiting for the right person but I believe it's a lot like discerning God's will in any other area of life. There are the mystics that believe that there will be some sign from God that it's Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1136215829112631752006-01-02T10:25:00.000-05:002006-01-02T10:32:34.040-05:00I have a lot of guy friends, we hang out almost everyday (go to movies, coffee,come over to my house). They always seem comfortable with me, all the time. Every guy sees me as " cool efe" their real good friend. How do I make them see me differently without changing my personality?EfeOrlando, FLIt could be one of two problems. Either the guys you're with can't take you seriously, or they just Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1135882608259974192005-12-29T13:09:00.000-05:002005-12-29T14:45:47.470-05:00What is your method for qualifying a girl?-AnonymousThere are two different ways to order the way I qualify a girl. On a scale of importance, or chronologically. Since I enjoy a good story, I'll bring you through the process of how I come to like a girl.First Qualification (and most important)She has to be a girl. This may be an unspoken, but in today's society, you never know. When I'm walking Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1135878129379347202005-12-29T12:07:00.000-05:002005-12-29T17:13:22.166-05:00Why have most of the guys I've liked not wanted to be my friend because I liked them, even though I told them I'm happy just being their friend?JennicaSanta Barbara, CAFirst rule is to never let a guy know you like them. It doesn't really ever help anything out. First off, even if the guy likes you, he'll want to eventually pursue you. Guys like conquest, and they enjoy a challenge. That's why Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1135814043417690782005-12-28T17:38:00.000-05:002005-12-29T14:04:22.873-05:00"What is it about her?... " What is it about "the girl" (whoever she or they may be) that men can't get our of their heads? What are the characteristics of today's "Wife of Noble Character?"LoriOrlando, FLThe today's aspiring "Wife of Noble Character" is struggling not to be confused by the different messages that they see played out in front of them. They see one picture from their mothers, and Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1135802614615596032005-12-28T14:53:00.000-05:002005-12-29T17:16:32.000-05:00What are your views on dating?MeaganKernersville, NCI guess I should start with the disclaimer that I was one of the many who read "I Kissed Dating Goodbye," by Joshua Harris and although some people don't feel it was worth the paper it was written on, I think it had a lot of good points. I think I've been on 2 official dates and 2 blind dates, unless you count the dates I've been on with my mom Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1135703480762064632005-12-27T11:57:00.000-05:002005-12-29T14:02:33.320-05:00Are there any ways of knowing when to pursue a guy, and when to give them space?MeaganKernersville, NCHow much a girl has to pursue a guy, is usually an indication of how strong that guy is. For instance, a guy that is afraid to initiate at all, would need the girl to pursue him. The mediocre guy would need the girl to meet half-way, and the strong minded guy wouldn't need anything from the girl,Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1135274437811286592005-12-22T12:49:00.000-05:002005-12-29T14:01:46.700-05:00What are your thoughts on degrees of hotness?MeaganKernersville, NCFor men, there are two ways to measure a girl. You can measure in DHs (Degrees of Hotness) or DCs (Degrees of Cuteness). There is also a third system called the Ugly System that uses DUs (Degrees of Ugliness), but so as not to offend we will stick to DHs and DCs since they are on a positive scale, whereas DUs are on a negative Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1133909737426430182005-12-06T17:44:00.000-05:002005-12-28T10:16:50.926-05:00I told my mom I was moving out today.It kind of feels like I'm breaking up with someone even though in my past (extensive) dating experiences up until the 6th grade, the girl was always the one to break up with me. I had a lump in my throat and my eyes were getting moist as I was writing her the e-mail. It was in response to her e-mail that was talking about all of the things that I'm falling Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1133219407893884042005-11-28T17:47:00.000-05:002005-11-28T18:10:07.976-05:00Your beautiful face smiling back at meso rich, so contentYour arms wrapped around his neckyour love already spentWhy torture myselfwanting what I can't interruptconstantly turning out my pocketstill my heart goes bankrupt-Josh KillingsworthJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1129769356119292672005-10-19T19:21:00.000-04:002005-10-19T21:03:08.640-04:00When you have little to no audience reading what you write, your way of writing changes. Clever analogies and word usage, are replaced with clearly stated thoughts. Since I am just writing for myself, I don't really feel the need to impress myself with my incredible writing skills, so I may as well state my thoughts plainly. Since I like people to be up front with me, I may as well be up front Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1129566509253054532005-10-17T12:23:00.000-04:002005-10-17T21:15:39.140-04:00What I've come to find out in the process of growing up is that time doesn't necessarily change things. A year can go by but if you don't actively pursue changing your life, the only thing you have added to your life is another year.In my case It has been about a year and a half since my last journal entry, and although I feel the same, I am not. I've changed the way I think. What separates theJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1082656840520725302004-04-22T14:00:00.000-04:002004-04-22T14:03:39.950-04:00A job like mine can get monotonous, and by monotonous I mean I'd rather squirt acid in both of my eyes then work a four hour shift.
It's actually not THAT bad... it's worse. Seriously though, I'm in the process of paying off my bills. Dang creditors freak out when you haven't paid your bill in 4-5 months. Man, quit being so cheap!
Summer is almost here, and I'm looking at getting a job Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1079148736282351482004-03-12T22:32:00.000-05:002004-03-12T22:40:47.640-05:00I think I may have just broke new ground.
I don't believe I've ever gotten into an argument with a middle-aged woman about which of us uses the better skin care system.
Funny stuff.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1078988415246064952004-03-11T02:00:00.000-05:002004-03-11T02:09:49.403-05:00It seems pointless to pour into a cup that's already full. Still more pointless to continue pouring.
God is so good! Today has been such a blessing! Of course sometimes God's provision catches you off-guard, but sometimes God's lavish blessing can kick you right in the gut and when you are doubled over, it can upper cut you in the face.
I know I shouldn't be surprised when God gives Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1078037622264437482004-02-29T01:53:00.000-05:002004-02-29T02:04:28.436-05:00It seems to be that time of year when everyone is either getting married or splitting up.
I seem to be the neutral third party in this affair. I see the good and the bad. I take none of the risk, and experience none of the gain whether it be positive or negative. I am tucked safely away from the action. I'm safe and out of harms way. Most of the time I enjoy holding this position. It Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1078037247569202822004-02-29T01:47:00.000-05:002004-02-29T01:49:32.810-05:00It was a good night.
Liberty won the basketball game by a point. I met my goal in my business for the month of February the day before the deadline. Jack died at the end of Titanic (this is the second time I've seen this particular movie or at least the second half of it) and I figure I like the haircut I got two days ago. How'd you like them apples!?
I like them very much thank you.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1078037140420664792004-02-29T01:45:00.000-05:002004-02-29T01:49:25.013-05:00A candle is lit, I'm listening to David Gray, and I'm waiting for inspiration to hit. This seems to be my life story, or at least tonight's story. I may as well be waiting for lightning to strike on a sunny day. Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1077993178804142222004-02-28T13:32:00.000-05:002004-02-29T00:44:10.860-05:00Saturday.
Created on the sixth day right before God took a day to rest. For the ambitiously lazy, it's a time to start resting early. I opened the window so the sun could come in from outside. A long day ahead of me, and whether or not the rest of the day will meet my expectations, it's still open to possibility. My bed is made and my breath stinks. My hair is a mess, and my room is clean.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1076890931750997222004-02-15T19:22:00.000-05:002004-02-15T19:28:27.686-05:00It's easy for me to get weighed down by other's burdens. I don't want to hear that people are hurting. I don't want to hear from a friend that it's his birthday today, and no one has told him "happy birthday." I don't want to hear from a friend that his girlfriend just broke up with him and he's had a sucky week. I hate that people are hurt. I'd almost rather that I never hear about their Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1075566804339222272004-01-31T11:33:00.000-05:002004-01-31T11:35:01.076-05:00I have become powerless to wake up. 8 hours or 1 hour of sleep, I can't get up. After so many times of hitting the snooze button 50 times before waking up, it's gotten to be a habit, and now I can't wake up. Well, that's about all I've got. I didn't say it was going to be interesting. Ha.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1074641607724998652004-01-20T18:33:00.000-05:002004-01-20T18:34:53.793-05:00Now I've got holes in my arm, and all I have to show for it is about 4 hours spent with homeless people and two not so crisp $10 bills. Giving plasma isn't exactly a glamorous way of making money, but at least I'm not selling my body.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. I always enjoy being the only one in English class to not know about a paper we had to write. Sometimes things are Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1074608416920067942004-01-20T09:20:00.000-05:002004-01-20T17:52:17.013-05:00I'm learning not to give up on thinking big.
In my life when things haven't worked out the way that I thought they would, I begin to give up on having dreams for my future. The cool thing about kids is that they still believe they can do great things. People are told "no" and "you can't do it" so many times that they conform to the mediocre way of living that surrounds them. We are a bunch Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1074587792500335932004-01-20T03:36:00.000-05:002004-01-20T09:17:03.793-05:00I had to turn down my nephew's request to send me a puppy in the mail.
These are things I love waking up to. I proceeded to clean my room, take a shower, and get to class five minutes late. Life seems to be going by quickly. My financial situation, causes me headaches, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
The tunnel is long, but the light is blinding. Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1072298353697500512003-12-24T15:39:00.000-05:002003-12-24T15:40:12.890-05:00Now the challenge is waiting for tonight's Christmas Eve meal without coming down with starvation induced insanity.
I'm spending Christmas with my friend's family. They're a lively bunch. The walls and end tables are cluttered with foreign decorations. Dradles and Manorrahs mixed with Christmas Nativity scenes and wreaths. This morning started with a big breakfast and now we wait for the bigJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1071784244973663822003-12-18T16:50:00.000-05:002003-12-18T16:51:38.140-05:00I hear it's going to snow tonight.
Today I sat in my car and watched college students load their luggage into their cars for the last time this year. I watched as the once busy parking lot emptied itself. I got out of my car to go to my last final exam. Wind cut through my suit pants and I second guessed my decision not to wear long underwear. My last exam was short and painless, and I Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1070515431316038502003-12-04T00:23:00.000-05:002003-12-04T00:24:30.326-05:00Dear future wife,
Please hurry things up. I'm tired of waiting for you. I'm tired of waiting to hug your neck, and love you for the rest of your life.
your future husband,
Josser Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1069914747955366332003-11-27T01:32:00.000-05:002003-11-27T01:44:15.810-05:00"It's cool Josser... you've done it before, why not screw things up again."
Met a cool chick named Hailey. Unfortunately for me, I started liking her. This was my first mistake. My second mistake was talking. The night started off great. Then wouldn't you know it, I got into this "deep mood." Now let me clarify what this is (although I think you might already know what I'm talking about)Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1069194656966530932003-11-18T17:30:00.000-05:002003-11-18T17:31:20.750-05:00Thought for the day: If you are loved and accepted by the world, you're probably doing something wrong.
I've been wrestling lately with the subject of my relation to the world I live in. It's true I will only be here on Earth for a short period of time in light of eternity, but how am I supposed to "be in the world but not of the world." First, I believe there needs to be an agreement among Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1066706666990972722003-10-20T23:24:00.000-04:002003-10-20T23:24:26.876-04:00Well, I feel like I should probably do something constructive with my time now. Today was horrible, and I'm having trouble in where the blame should be placed. Maybe I'm asking the wrong question.
I went to Atlanta this past weekend for a leadership conference. It was an incredible, life changing weekend, and coming back to Lynchburg didn't quite have the effect that I thought it would. Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1065945082786853782003-10-12T03:51:00.000-04:002003-10-12T03:56:29.560-04:00I think it's kind of funny when you get so excited that you can't effectively form a sentence and your words just end up coming out in a blubbering mass of imperceptibility. It's ok though. At times the words and meanings cease to be important and the feeling behind the words become what's important.
This world is a black and white film without sound, and sometimes I'm suffocated by its Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1065340872266450072003-10-05T04:01:00.000-04:002003-10-05T04:01:12.390-04:00Who am I?
It's funny to see what people come up with when they try and answer this question. I know opinions aren't supposed to be wrong, but some people have a pretty messed up perception of themselves. They look in the mirror and they see a different person. I was thinking tonight about how blessed I really am. I mean seriously blessed. I mean we're talking REALLY blessed! God made me a Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1065153517073073732003-10-02T23:58:00.000-04:002003-10-03T00:57:07.453-04:00I don't feel much older. I don't look much older. I don't act much older. But the facts remain the same. I am older, and I am more good looking than ever.
I'm sitting here in the computer lab with my good friend Liz. Everyone needs a chick friend... even girls. Lately I've been hanging out in the computer lab late at night. It sounds like I'm a loser, and if this makes me a loser, than Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1064457477523985882003-09-24T22:37:00.000-04:002003-09-25T22:24:10.136-04:00In my 4th year of college, I have never lived on campus. I've never stayed in a dorm room, or have had a meal plan. I feel like I've missed out. I missed out on some of the fun that it would have been, and I missed out on the packed rooms, random roommates, bad food, no a/c, going up and down lots of stairs, bad parking, and the inability for privacy.
All this to say that if I ever would Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1064293630467276312003-09-23T01:07:00.000-04:002003-09-24T09:23:27.573-04:00A lot of people refer to the Bible as Spiritual food, but I think more importantly it is a Spiritual bed. Sound stupid? Well that's because it is stupid. Where I'm going with this whole line of retarded reasoning is that when I don't get into the Word of God, I end up feeling physically, mentally, spiritually, and socially fatigued. In other words I get tired and am unable to be my usual Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1063951074035453402003-09-19T01:57:00.000-04:002003-09-19T02:01:17.073-04:00"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ he is a new creation; The old has gone, the new has come."
Sometimes the line between who you really are and who you pretend to be is hard to find. Why is it that I've been living for almost 22 years and I still have a hard time really knowing who I am, or more importantly, who I am in Christ. I'm in a new place and with that makes me believe that my old selfJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1063604085329912792003-09-15T01:34:00.000-04:002003-09-15T01:46:01.336-04:00I'm convinced that when everything that is feared is said, there ceases to be anything to fear.
I consider myself to be a fairly real person with others. I try to be as transparent as possible. The only problem with this is that people can see right through me. Especially girls. Especially girls that I like. Maybe it's not a problem at all. When another person is just as transparent, it Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1063436069253813702003-09-13T02:54:00.000-04:002003-09-14T00:53:44.196-04:00Making my way down a crowded aisle of the Vine Center (big dome on campus where the basketball games are played). This is convocation, when Liberty Students get together to hear Jerry Falwell or various other speakers preach. I enjoy it and today was no exception.
I felt a touch on my shoulder and turned to see who it was. A beautiful girl with shoulder length hair and disarming eyes smiledJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1063056246187957492003-09-08T17:24:00.000-04:002003-09-08T17:30:58.926-04:00What if:
-working out decreased the size of your muscles and the more slacking and sitting around you did, the more tight your abdominals would be.
-eating healthy food made you fat and sick, and eating junk food made you slim and healthy
-staying awake caused you to be more rested and sleeping only made you tired
-studying made you dumber and not thinking made you smarter
-you only got nervous Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1063054495064116822003-09-08T16:54:00.000-04:002003-09-08T17:32:25.660-04:00Are you breath or are you light?
Are you dressed in clothes of white?
Were you swallowed by the night?
I hope you're alright
~Harrod and Funk
What does this mean? I don't know and I guess that's why I like it.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1062825970803297622003-09-06T01:26:00.000-04:002003-09-07T00:57:01.286-04:00Long day.
Court sentence, classes, and work.
It's easy to begin to view grace as common place. It's ironic that a gift of such value is available to anyone who asks for it This morning I went into court for my Reckless Driving Speeding ticket that I got about a month ago for going 30 miles over the speed limit. At times, it can be nice to receive little or no grace, because it brings God'sJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1062398471618136962003-09-01T02:41:00.000-04:002003-09-01T03:07:43.596-04:00church clothes on the bed
waiting for satiation
putting off sleep like i'm putting off sex
delayed rest and gratification
self absorbed
self inflicted
self concscious
self conflicted
nowhere else to go
but away from here
away from this desk
to the bed over there
waste of breath
waste of rhyme
waste of sleep
waste of time
various papers clutter the desk
a life struggling with the like
behindJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1062285720296835962003-08-30T19:22:00.000-04:002003-08-30T21:59:48.233-04:00They made it sound like girls were throwing themselves at guys who came to college here.
I guess I'm kind of glad that's not the case, but at times I think it would be nice. Sometimes it just sucks being friends with really cool chicks. I hate feeling nervous around them. There's something about them that recalibrates everything about how I act, think, and talk. It causes me to be everythingJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1061952526417330922003-08-26T22:48:00.000-04:002003-08-27T00:03:35.176-04:00I saw Switchfoot tonight.
I was sitting with some of my friends who weren't big Switchfoot fans. From our vantage point, I could barely hear them. The surging crowd in front of the stage was beckoning me... calling me to get swallowed by it's sweaty mass. I left my friends and found my way down to the floor. I sat and listened awhile, but I started to walk around. I had the feeling of Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1061786799141122292003-08-25T00:46:00.000-04:002003-08-25T00:52:22.810-04:00Sometimes change happens slowly and sometimes it just takes a few days.
Recently my life here in Lynchburg has taken a turn for the better. First off, I'm so excited about the ministry that I've chosen to be apart of. Secondly, I'm excited about the new group of friends I've been hanging out with. It's been so nice to feel like I belong lately. A place where I can just sit back and relax Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1061706675017496962003-08-24T02:31:00.000-04:002003-08-24T02:34:57.320-04:00Holy freaking crap!
I've been learning some rocking stuff lately. Some of the stuff that I've been learning recently has actually gone to some use in my daily life. Here's the thing. I've learned some things that could have some major consequences on the rest of my life. I heard a quote that bit me in the butt. I forget who it was by or how exactly it went: "I have never seen God use a Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-106127230964503192003-08-19T01:51:00.000-04:002003-08-19T02:02:39.820-04:00Since a good family friend named Steven Walsh was visiting from Ireland, we thought we'd show him a side of America he'd never seen. It seemed like a good idea.
Steven drove with his girlfriend in the passenger seat, with Trinity and I being content with our generous portion of space in the backseat. On the car ride there, we busied ourselves with listening to music, reading, and talking. Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1060803041814275842003-08-13T15:30:00.000-04:002003-08-13T15:35:26.503-04:00The funny thing about writing is that I never usually can figure out how to start. I wll almost always delete the first few things I write. I guess it would be hypocritical of me not to delete what I've just written.
I just went out to lunch to discuss my new position with the middle school youth group at the church I'm attending here. I always seem to end up in the same position. Having a Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1060753590613647032003-08-13T01:46:00.000-04:002003-08-13T01:55:06.136-04:00It's 1:23 in the morning and probably about 94-95% of the population of Lynchburg Virginia is asleep already. I fall into that small group of people who either can't sleep or just don't want to. I want a person who I can hang out with. Just one other will do. A guy preferrably. A cool single guy who likes to play cards and who I can bounce my non sensical crap off of.
It's not a question ofJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1059942523220863132003-08-03T16:28:00.000-04:002003-08-03T16:28:43.176-04:00Delayed gratification:
Working more than a 100 hours and still being broke. I am dying of anticipation and that next paycheck still seems painfully distant. This town is about as small as Gainesville, and is about as spread out as Orlando. I've found this by being my local restaurant taxi service. It turns out that 90% of my co-workers are either 1) not old enough to drive 2) too poor to Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1059545231679397982003-07-30T02:07:00.000-04:002003-07-30T16:24:32.156-04:00To the one who thinks man is an island:
You want people to be apart of your life only on your own terms. You seek control of everything and anything that cannot be controlled is dismissed whether it is situations or people. Your stiff-necked rules of life, called boundaries, cause no room for grace. None at all. Whether it is someone taking your piece of toast or someone asking a favor. Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1059361703025062362003-07-27T23:08:00.000-04:002003-07-27T23:14:03.983-04:00I've never been a big fan of just giving the day to day news. Sometimes you have no other choice. I'm going to have to write about working, eating, and sleeping and make it interesting.
I guess I could update you on life in Virginia . Unfortunately, I think I'm picking up the accent here, or at least I do when I'm at work. "Y'all... I'm country now." I'm getting to be good friends with theJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1058934598888403532003-07-23T00:29:00.000-04:002003-07-26T23:51:03.343-04:00I'm going to a water park tomorrow with the middle school group at the church I'm attending. I remember when I was in middle school. I remember when going to water parks was fun. I'm 21 and now my idea of a good time is to hang out with friends and play cards or something. I'm sure when I was in middle school, I would have scoffed at my future self.
Middle School Josser: "You're boring"
Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1058600193506151742003-07-19T03:36:00.000-04:002003-07-19T03:42:50.683-04:00I've been e-mailing back and forth with a young kid named JD.
The poor guy is very high strung and is on a special diet to make him a little less hyper. The e-mail I just got from him is freaking great. It's sometimes refreshing to read writing that is unhindered by the rules that most writing abides by. If you're lucky you will read the very thought process of someone who has yet to see Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1058336388552811202003-07-16T02:19:00.000-04:002003-07-16T02:23:40.663-04:00Let me just say that Jason and Nyff are genius'.
If you haven't seen the website they made, then you obviously haven't seen the funniest website ever in the history of websites. This'll make you wet your pants and then after you've changed into a new pair, it'll cause you to wet those too!
Don't worry though... it's worth it.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1058297753001503282003-07-15T15:35:00.000-04:002003-07-15T15:47:31.880-04:00Spam- 1) Gross food that one in every billion person enjoys eating. 2) E-mail that one in every billion person enjoys receiving.
I wonder if the spam e-mail people have ever gotten anyone to buy what they are selling. I bet they have because there are still dumb people in the world.
I really don't know who these spam people are. Maybe it�s some desperate company that is scraping the bottomJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057885728622523182003-07-10T21:08:00.000-04:002003-07-10T21:12:40.726-04:00It feels good when you mow the lawn after a long hard day of sitting around.
I would have to say that it's peculiar how it gives you energy although I've never figured that whole thing out. Lay around = get tired, do some work= gain some energy. I kind of flex my fingers and I look at my blisters and say, oh yes my friend. I am a working man.
The trip to Orlando that my parents took set Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057781487688421612003-07-09T16:11:00.000-04:002003-07-09T16:17:43.670-04:00Got hired at Logan's Roadhouse today.
Josser becomes a member of the working class once again.
I start on Monday.
Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057609540735521982003-07-07T16:25:00.000-04:002003-07-07T16:25:40.800-04:00Went into Logan's Roadhouse for an interview.
Q: Which is better... the steakhouse or the roadhouse?
A: The steakhouse, because steak tastes better.
Sorry, bad joke.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057607912505607452003-07-07T15:58:00.000-04:002003-07-07T16:25:24.000-04:00Just so you know, I got an A and a B for my 2 summer courses and finished community college with a 2.87 GPA.Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057557617313348542003-07-07T02:00:00.000-04:002003-07-07T16:27:48.456-04:00Oh by the way, if you could, please comment once for this post and once for the one before it so that I can keep my record of one comment posts going strong.
If you scroll down you'll see that I am the record holder right now in probably the whole blogging community for posts that have gotten two comments... no more... no less. I haven't gotten a chance to check everyone else's blogs, but I'mJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057556915006048612003-07-07T01:48:00.000-04:002003-07-07T01:51:05.903-04:00My dad and I have an ongoing competition of Nertz going on.
I know how aggravating the game can be if you can never win, so I let him win. He reminds me of myself when we play. He'll say things that boast of self pity and I do the same thing. My brother Jason will follow up one of those remarks with "don't sell yourself short." I thought about saying the same thing to him but I realized Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057462215114327062003-07-05T23:30:00.000-04:002003-07-05T23:59:16.540-04:00It's always kind of difficult to think of something to write when nothing exciting is happening. I could tell you that I did some laundry, or that I beat Final Fantasy II (it's a video game). I did some reading, and I cleaned my room. I showered and I had spaghetti for dinner. Exciting stuff.
Church is tomorrowand if I don't get up with my parents at 8 in the morning for prayer at their Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057343291481375182003-07-04T14:28:00.000-04:002003-07-04T14:28:11.526-04:00The stereotypical American family 4th of July:
The kids run around and play while mom opens some windows in the house while she's probably cooking up a fresh cherry pie in the kitchen. Dad is outside barbecuing hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill. Mom sets the table and everyone gathers as a family outside on picnic tables with red and white checkered table cloths. Along with the hamburgers Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057292663233309632003-07-04T00:24:00.000-04:002003-07-04T00:24:23.280-04:00Saw Anger Management tonight. There were some funny parts amongst all the tasteless jokes. Mom and Dad went out and sat in the car about 2/3 of the way through. I saw another movie with Gwyneth Paltrow in it. Some movie about flight attendants and love. I don't remember exactly what happened in it. The girls were good-looking though.
Man I'm craving some Nertz (card game) right now. I'd Josserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418811.post-1057272605345398842003-07-03T18:50:00.000-04:002003-07-03T18:57:23.800-04:00You haven't partied till you've partied in Lynchburg. Tonight my parents and I are going to the dollar theatre. We might get a game of Scrabble or Yahtzee going on later when the party gets really crazy.
I'm sitting here sipping on some Earl Grey Tea, and enjoying the feeling of contentment after a big meal. My mom is on a mission to feed me healthy stuff, and since it tastes good, and it'sJosserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725076675874550578noreply@blogger.com0