cephalothorax

holidays are no excuse for bad music

2007-12-14T16:57:00.001-08:00

despite the fact that this blog is long over due, and also destined to be the most raggy piece of garbage you have ever read, i will do my best to woo you with my complex verbiage and over the top sentence structure.
lately it has come to my attention that people are starting to display christmas music on their myspaces as if it is actually a real source of pleasurable listening, which in fact it is not. i momentarily fell into this trap that has been miraged as "holiday spirit," but fear not fellow man, i have seen the error in my ways. i have righted my nearly fatal path and have instead decided to bless you and your auditory senses with an old favorite of mine. it is entitled "the prayer" and it is written and performed by the band bloc party.
this brings me to my second piece, which will be concise and nearly nonexistant. here goes: i love it when bands carefully misspell themselves into super stardom.

del the smell

2007-08-27T22:02:00.000-07:00

i was talking to delia last night and here are the highlights:
you know what scratch that,
i have been writing in bullet form way too much lately.
so here goes:
i started out talking to delia last night,
just saying the normal stuff:
"we should hang out some time."/"we would have cool stories to tell if we hung out."
then she laughed because i said she was vivacious (yes it is my word of the week).
and from there it was like the snowball effect.
i mean i have heard the word slap happy before,
but it was in full efeect last night.
there were all sorts of laugh out louds and chuckles.
i made her spit coffee out of her ears (ya i know, i am friggin impressive).
then we went on AIM (ya i capitalized something, murder me, i dare you).
after that i remembered what my doctor had said about taking it easy.
so i had to slow down the pace on the myspace messages/picture comments.
now i am in friend love,
and i posted a picture of me and delia playing baseball.
here it is:

(no it isn't photoshopped...
it was just weird lighting that day at the ball field...
she smashed a homer late in the third inning though.)
after i posted the picture,
we talked about disney movies and future professions
me: misisonary, youth pastor, musician...
her: college english professor, writer, missionary (later in life)...
then we talked about kenya a bit.
then i explained what i wanted to do with my life,
while she explained friend love.
then we called it a night...
overall, the best conversation i have had with someone in a while.
very surprised.
del the smell gets a ten out of ten in my book (no, not my little black book).

new series

2007-08-19T23:32:00.000-07:00

i have decided to make a new series called:
(drum roll)
"100 ways i will never spend my friday night"
i will go five at a time,
and i will probably only reach thirty,
because i am not nearly creative enough to come up with 100.
so new title:
(slightly more realistic/unenthusiastic drum roll)
((which i almost always want to spell drum rool))
"30 ways i will never spend my friday night"

1. going to a pro-drink and drive convention.
2. watching the simpsons (i have never found it funny).
3. buying a puppy.
4. watching HSM2.
5. watching HSM1

cart barn

2007-08-17T21:31:00.000-07:00

ok,
even though i am 100% pretty certain that no
one will ever read this blog
i am still going to go ahead and write it.

today was my first day of work,
my boss is kind of a d.
i am not allowed to wear my current plugs,
because they are far to noticeable.
my manager is rascist against the majority of the people
that i work alongside (mexicans).
i never stop moving during the whole day.
it gets hot.
i have to drive a cart that picks up all the balls on the
driving range, and it is covered in mesh
so it hurts my eyes when i drive it.
i learned that i think it is funny when well-to-do
adults have conversations when they are
drunk, and they cuss more than the
average sailor.
i do get free food from the restaurant
in the club,
but the time i spend eating my free food
is not paid for.
so i guess what i am saying is that
i don't get paid to eat their food.
i have to tuck in my shirts at all hours of the job.
my legs hurt.
i work 7-8 hour shifts.
i don't get nearly as good of tips as i thought
(unless the other emplyees are stiffing me,
which would ultimately be the suckiest thing ever
{note to self: look into whether you are being
stiffed by the other employees})

answers to all your questions:
i work at mission viejo country club.
no i didn't get fired from my last job.
i had a hot dog for lunch.
yes there is a guy named jose at my work.
i get paid $8.50 an hour.
i got $5 dollars in tips today.
no, high school musical 2 is still not cool.

concerning selfishness and modern medicine

2007-07-29T22:34:00.001-07:00

thank God for modern medicine.
this is no place to die.
thank God for modern medicine.

i'm screaming at your blood cells.
"mulitply!"
"multiply!"
i'm screaming at your lungs now.
"don't collapse!"
"don't collapse!"

so much like twins

2007-07-12T13:52:00.000-07:00

does anyone find it fishy that these two girls look so similar.
i wonder if they are twins seperated at birth.

miley cyrus

hannah montana

and what kind of name is hannah montana.
who would name their child that.
what is the deal with this?
i smell some sort of conspiracy.

speaking of twins:

mullet

2007-07-06T19:56:00.000-07:00

ya that is right,
i have one.
but i don't
know how long
i am going to
keep it.
so try and see
me before i cut
it all off.

steps

2007-07-06T10:31:00.000-07:00

when i walk,
i do not step on the cracks on the ground,
if i am paying any attention at all.
and when i accidentally try to take a longs stride
over a crack and i come up short,
i find myself upset for a second or two.
i also like to step over the cracks with the opposite
foot that i stepped over the last one with.
right, left (over the crack), right, left, right (over the crack).
do you you get what i'm saying?
to insure that the proper results are obtained
it sometimes can look like this:
right, left(over the crack), right, left,
right (stutter step), left, right (over the crack).
i have harbored this obsessive complusive
action since i was in elementary school.

does anyone else do weird things like this?

also, i found this video:

swim america

2007-07-04T00:10:00.000-07:00

this is a typical day at work for me.
july 3, 2007.
i walked into the office signed in;
wrote out my time card for the day.
poked fun at my boss for saying that she hadn't seen me in a long time.
(she saw me yesterday).
then i went up on deck and asked what shifts i was working for the day.
i kicked it for 30 minutes,
then i got my bathing suit on.
i got in the water,
but no kids showed up for their lessons.
i proceeded to have a conversation with a new co-worker of mine
about my upcoming trip to rwanda, churches, and missionary work.
after that i had a carbon copy of the previous conversation with
this lady that requested that i teach her kids level 3.
i told her to take it up with the office.
then we talked about my upcomng trip to rwanda, churches, and missionary work.
i then helped teach an overloaded lesson at 5.00 pm.
afterwards, my friend was having trouble making his tent,
so of course i tried to help him.
we ended up constructing just enough shade for him to curl up in fetal
position and have half of his body covered.
we then took down the tent and just threw sticks around for 15 minutes.
then we listened to hard core and slam danced,
while doing so,
i resprained my toe.
so today i worked 30 minutes out of 3.5 hours.
not a bad deal.
that is $31.50 for sitting around for 3 hours.
gotta love working for swim america.
"changing the world one swimming lesson at a time."
and also, i forgot i had a photoshoot.
here are the results:

built

2007-07-02T13:02:00.000-07:00

today i built a tree.
i watched its leaves take form,
and i saw the trunk set down its roots in the ground.
today i built a tree.

theo

2007-06-27T00:56:00.001-07:00

he was born theodore calvin whitmark jr.
premature by 3 weeks, he lived in an incubator for 2 weeks.
his body needed shots to keep his immune system stable during the first half decade of his life.
now his mind needed shots to ease the pain of 27 years of hurt.
the deep wrinkles and bags under his eyes told a 702 page novel of lonliness.
when he spoke, his mouth opened paper thin.
his eyes bared themselves enough to quench his skepticism about the world outside,
but shuttered themselves enough to protect from the permeation of the same world.
love had not touched his bones in 27 years,
and they had become brittle from the heroine and self loathing.
theo's addiction to substance was only outdone by his addiction to himself.
his hair embraced his face exactly where his delicate cheek bones met his ears,
but years of anxiety had reduced his full head of hair into fine whisps of black thread.
his veins had grown fragile just like his self-esteem.
he had built up a wall years ago, just like the one around china.
he kept the world away like the analogous mongolians.
theo lived in the streets and understood shame,
he could see it in the eyes of his neighbors as they passed him in their comfortable suits on the way to their comfortable jobs.
theo was quite content to die that morning in new york,
and he was quite content to know that this would be his extended epithet.

little league

2007-06-25T00:51:00.000-07:00

friday night me and david hughes and hayden coplen
had a conversation about little league.
we reminisced about such things as
intentional walks, TOC, south vs. north,
being horrible batters, curveballs,
catcher pop-ups, playing in outfield for the other team
when they have 8 players,
more south vs. north, slush puppies,
and of course how catcher is the best position.
if none of that made sense to you,
then you probably never played little league.
if you didn't then i am sorry.

?

2007-06-22T13:04:00.000-07:00

he built a community.
he taught me to love ministry.
i don't think it is his time to leave.
but God knows better.
i am learning to trust Him.

i'm in no mood to blog.

wish

2007-06-20T21:37:00.001-07:00

I am in awe of the invisible God.
my wish is for other to see Him the way i do.

good guys and bad guys

2007-06-19T20:22:00.000-07:00

today i was waiting for my mom to come pick me up after work
(which took an hour and ten minutes)
and this little girl was walking past with her mother and she said,
(and i quote)
"why do the good guys always die and the bad guys always live."
and that one little sentence really struck a chord in my head.
she was only 6
(i know this because i had just taught her a swimming lesson)
and yet she had the ability to ask a profound question.
then i thought about it and realized that maybe the good guy always
dies because they are always letting their
guard down to help other people.
the bad guy is only looking out for number one,
ergo they keep number one alive for quite some time.
as the saying goes, "out of the mouths of babes."

new brakes

2007-06-17T17:22:00.001-07:00

today i went to brunch with my family at mission viejo country club.
we were talking about the darwin awards
(they are called this because they are awarded to the people with the
stupidest deaths each year, or cleaning the gene pool).
one came up about a guy who just ran off a
cliff while he was zoning out on his daily jog.
my grandmother said, "maybe while he was jogging there was a hill
and he went up and over it and just fell off."
now this would be a more reasonable explanation,
if he was driving a car,
but people do not skid when they stop.
this man could have just stopped before he fell.

but in any case i think that it would be funny if humans did need
to change their brake pads every so often.
so as not to get into walk accidents.
which are analogous to car accidents.

litter

2007-06-15T22:40:00.000-07:00

today was the last day of school for all of trabuco's graduating seniors,
and they were all very happy.
and i was happy for them, because they all seemed very happy.
they also seemed to litter an awful lot.
apparently when you are happy about something
you are supposed to throw your trash all over the campus of your high school;
if this is what happy is, then i don't really want to be happy.
happiness should not insinuate litter.

on a different note,
God taught me something very nice today.
I love Him a lot.
He is a good friend of mine.

bare feet

2007-06-13T21:21:00.000-07:00

so today i decided not to wear shoes around school,
no big deal, right.
that is what i thought too.
but no, apparently shoes are a must.
i got told at least 3 times to put my shoes back on,
"or else."

so naturally i was curious as to what "else" was.
it turned out to be nothing,
other than burning feet.
which i am sure the office had nothing to do with.
but if they did,
i am going to sue for witchcraft.

replaceable

2007-06-12T21:52:00.001-07:00

i was at church the other day,
and some seniors were giving their testimonies.
they were talking about a lot of things that changed their lives,
and not to seem rude or anything,
but i think i must have heard God mentioned about 3 times.

i know these people are all very Godly people,
and that they definately love God,
but every time i thought they were going to attribute something to God,
they would attribute it to the church.
now don't get me wrong,
i know the church can help a lot of people,
but it still seemed odd to me how little God was mentioned.

tell me what you think.
i could be wrong.
i could be being cynical.
maybe they mentioned God more than i thought they did.

ties

2007-06-02T14:28:00.001-07:00

today david came over to my house
and asked if i had a tie for prom that he could use.
i said yes and brought him up to my room.
i thought that i must have had more than the three ties that were hanging there,
so naturally i started looking around.
then i realized that ties are just like every other small clothing accessories:
you will eventually lose them.
other examples of clothing accessories that you will lose are:
socks....
and well i guess just socks.
but still this lost tie is on my nerve.