today is...   
12:58am 27/01/2004
 
mood: discontent
music: Bleach - Good as Gold
*sing with me* "the greatest, day of my life"

well, not really. but it was interesting and eventful, as usual. military history was good as usual. geology was boring as usual, too. i managed to fall asleep in there this morning. it's been a while since i've fallen asleep in class. i must have fidgited and hit my desk, bc it quickly slid back to it's normal resting state and dumped my notes to the ground with a bang and woke me up. same thing happened to the corps guy next to me five minutes earlier. then i came back and had to fight the vicious battle against the ants (see previous post). i worked some more on my newest project, which i'm about to go do more of. i actually did reading today, finished up my reading for shakespeare, reviewed the poems for my poetry class. fish care group dinner rocked...man have i missed that. goulet! and as awesome as CT was, and despite how much it reaffirmed me, it's hard to deal with stuff. i guess i'll never cease to be surprised. aight, well off to my happy fun time.

i'm a loser.
marc		  
   

(1 broken heart | .the frailty of words.)
 
Crap is apparently a bad word...   
01:29am 27/01/2004
 
mood: tired
music: Shane Barnard-"Someday"
So after a pretty good weekend that last post is looking kind of harsh. This weekend I helped out with the Crunchtime retreat for highschoolers put on by the Wesley Foundation. Truly, it was a great time of goofing off for Jesus and partying like it's 2004...hold up, it is. I turned up the Spaz-o-meter like 10 knotches and the results were staggering. First off, I changed my name to Deluxe_247, which meant that I had to hear "It's Deluxe, son. It's not that hard" like 100 times a day...and I loved every minute of it. Not only that, but I took part in a ton of skits, got flour in my face, inforced the law, etc. Fun times. Not only that, but God really revealed some things to me through this weekend about my spiritual life. I just analyzed the things that have become articificial and scripted in how I deal with God. It's like I'm going through an inner Renaissance that has revolutionized my perspective on certain things. I've really gotten so much more out of worship by not seeking to get anything out of it at all; simply doing it because it's what God deserves. I think that's why it feels so right, it's what we were created to do. And in the words of some really cool song I don't know, "and I will become so much more undignified than this!" I'd write more on it, but it's late.

Tonight was the first BYX meeting and it was INSANE. You wouldn't believe me if I told you what all went down. Afterwards, we went back to chill with the fellahs on Norman. One word: Scrumtrulescent. We watched the sheer brilliance of Average Joe 2 and were fortunate enough to be there on 'costume night.' ...yeah... Pfas got to hang with a sweet honey he kinda likes. Though I imagine, the setting prevented him from making any smooth moves.

Paul told me I said the word "Crap" while in a prayer to God. Apparently this offends people. Guys, if this offends you, I'm sorry, but I just have to represent. I respect the King of Kings, but He is also my Friend of Friends, so I am real with Him. But I will watch what I say around others more.

In other news, I have deduced a new equation for application in the sphere of roomatedom: A=TxO ...That is, Adverse tension is equal to Tactless comments multiplied by an Oversensitivity to them.
All I'll say is a paraphrase from 1 Cor. 6: The very fact that you have disputes among you means you have been completely defeated already. Let's forgive as Christ freakin' totally forgave us.

Anyways, it's late, so the creative process is non-existent. Bed time.

The Mac-Dad
(will make you jump...)		  
   

(.the frailty of words.)
 
a sad and lonely glow   
05:39pm 27/01/2004
 
mood: disappointed
music: embodyment - greedy hands
boy likes girl. other boy likes girl. girl, who is friends with boy and other boy, likes boy. boy and other boy, who are friends, can't / won't talk to girl. pressure builds, until finally girl tells other boy that she likes boy. other boy, who already knew, now knows he stands no chance. time passes and eventually boy and girl realize they like each other, but still don't talk to each other. other boy sees the inevitable and realizing that he never had the balls to talk about said affection to said girl, decides his resolution to castrate himself is useless, and goes home to slit his wrists.

goodbye, cruel world.		  
   

(.the frailty of words.)
 
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