This sandwich on me

2006-07-04T00:00:00.000-07:00

Aaron Weiss talking...

2006-06-20T12:19:00.000-07:00

Kidz Bop Kid

!!

2006-03-02T19:12:00.000-08:00

Sorry I'm not a very good blogger. If there's something really important, I'll post it on Xanga I guess. But otherwise, I think I'm done. Valete.
-dav

The car smells really bad now

2006-02-01T18:33:00.000-08:00

How are you all doing today? Very very well I hope.

This is the first chance I've had to update since I've been ill. I'm still not back to 100% yet, but at least I'm over whatever I had.

I had gone out to eat at the Pizza Inn after the All-State Honors Concert on Saturday and I probably ate too much. Later I went bowling in a smoky bowling alley, and secondhand smoke often nauseates me. So I was driving home when I got sick.

Yes, I was driving. I wasn't stopped at a stoplight or pulled over or anything. I was probably going 50 or 60 when it happened. It wasn't just a little bit that you can just, you know, catch in your mouth and spit out, either. It was full-scale, projectile, several ounces of pizza-cheesy smoothie. The steering wheel was covered and the windshield got splattered too, not to mention the clothes I was wearing. So I pulled over, and after I had been sitting there for a few minutes, a cop drove by, turned around, and pulled up behind me. When he came to the window and I rolled it down, he said something like, "Oh." Of course he asked me if I'd been drinking, but he didn't even ask for my license or anything. He asked where I was going, and when I told him that home was about a minute away, he said he'd follow me home just in case I got sick again.

And I didn't even have to clean up the mess. However, I did proceed to vomit hourly until there was nothing left.

All that equals three and one-half days of school missed and a lot of work to make up. Hey look! I have homework!

Currently Listening: Stars--Set Yourself on Fire

My friend Jade is in India. So is my other friend Nicole.

2006-01-23T19:11:00.000-08:00

I wish I had the ability to finish a project that I've started. I haven't completed either of the scarves I began knitting. I need to fill out my IMPACT Team application and mail it in.

At least I only have to go to school three days this week. All State starts on Thursday and ends with the concert on Saturday at the Civic Center.

We are all God's children. We are all beautiful. Sometimes we forget this.

The Iceberg Theory

2006-01-17T20:51:00.000-08:00

Gerald Locklin

all the food critics hate iceberg lettuce.
you'd think romaine was descended from
orpheus's laurel wreath,
you'd think raw spinach had all the nutritional
benefits attributed to it by popeye,
not to mention aesthetic subtleties worthy of
veriaine and debussy.
they'll even salivate over chopped red cabbage
just to disparage poor old mr. iceberg lettuce.

I guess the problem is
it's just too common for them.
It doesn't matter that it tastes good,
has a satisfying crunchy texture,
holds its freshness
and has crevices for the dressing,
whereas the darker, leafier varieties
are often bitter, gritty, and flat.
It just isn't different enough and
it's too goddamn american.

of course a critic has to criticize;
a critic has to have something to say
perhaps that's why literary critics
purport to find interesting
so much contemporary poetry
that just bores the shit out of me.

at any rate, I really enjoy a salad
with plenty of chunky iceberg lettuce,
the more the merrier,
drenched in an Italian or roquefort dressing.
and the poems I enjoy are those I don't have
to pretend that I'm enjoying.

Bicycletastic!

2006-01-12T20:40:00.000-08:00

The ringer on our house phone is the sound of birds chirping. Mom insists that we use that tone. I abhor it.

The other day Brad and I went on a bike ride. It was unseasonably warm; almost record high. We set off on our ride with only a few hours left of daylight, but we didn't rush. The sun dripped down as we pedaled through the blank, bald cornfields, and I lost all worry for just a little while.

Returning to such a stressful environment after a long holiday really takes its toll. Even though I only had three days of school my first week back, when the weekend rolled around, I was ready for another two weeks. Events like the aforementioned are quite rejuvenating in such situations. Even going on a run is an effective vent.

Oh yeah, running. I'll pretend I didn't write that.

It's supposed to snow tomorrow. And we get out of school at 11:30!

It was totally worth it, too.

2005-12-30T22:35:00.000-08:00

Wednesday night I received a phone call, to my delight, from a woman employed by the American Red Cross reminding me that the need for blood donations is constant and presently is especially bad. I asked her when I could give blood and she told me that there was a blood drive the next day at WEEK studios. Since I live so near to the studios, it worked out conveniently and I ended up walking to my blood donation appointment at noon on Thursday.

My friend Amanda met me there, but she hadn't scheduled a time--she was just a walk-in. Neither of us had to wait long before it was our turn, but Amanda wasn't allowed to participate because of her recent cold. This was my second time giving blood, and I wasn't nervous. The girl who was helping me, named Heather, greeted me as I sat down on the bed and asked, "Did you eat a good meal this morning?" I said that I had, although I don't think a bowl of Cocoa Puffs counts as a good meal. Then I watched as she found a good vein and stuck the needle into it.

The blood came out quickly and I didn't feel sick, weak or dizzy. Heather told me to say something if I needed her and walked over to help another man. My bag was almost full when I started to feel queasy and dizzy. I said, "Whoa. I'm really dizzy," and the last thing I remember is Heather saying, "Hey, can I get some help over here?"

When I came to I was lying horizontally (previously I had been sitting up slightly). The hat I had been wearing was on my chest and the papers I had been holding were on the ground. The needle had been removed from my arm. Apparently I was out for a good twenty seconds.

I guess that just meant that I got extra juice and cookies. As I was sitting at the snack table afterward, drinking cranberry juice and eating Nutter Butters, a lady (I think her name was Margaret) asked me if I had had an appointment or if I was a walk-in. I told her that a lady on the phone the previous night had scheduled me for noon, and she said, "Oh, that was me on the phone." I told her this was my second time, and she reached into a bag and pulled out a little brass lapel pendant that has a blood droplet on it, reading "2 GALLON DONOR." She gave it to me and I put it on my hat. Who knows, maybe I've saved two lives?

And you thought I forgot about this thing

2005-12-23T23:20:00.000-08:00

Well at least I won't start it off with an apology for not writing in so long. I think the scarcity of entries makes them more special when they do come along.

I've been enjoying a relaxing vacation the past couple weeks, even before school let out. All my sisters and an almost-brother-in-law were home and we had an early Christmas celebration. It was difficult to avoid being stressed when I was at school all day and I had homework when I wanted to spend time with my family, but it worked out alright. Now that school is done and my only plans for Christmas are attending church and serving dinner at the mission, I don't have much to look forward to besides not having school. Nice feeling.

I have a $25 Co-op gift certificate and I haven't decided what to get yet. Here are some of my ideas:
1.Clap Your Hands Say Yeah; Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
2.Deerhoof; The Runners Four
3.LCD Soundsystem; LCD Soundsystem
4.Sigur Rós; Takk...
5.The Boy Least Likely To; The Best Party Ever
6.Denison Witmer; Are You A Dreamer?
7.Broken Social Scene; Broken Social Scene

I'll take suggestions.

Speaking of music, it's no surprise the our friend Sufjan is receiving #1 Album of the Year reviews from everybody (including Pitchfork). We all saw it coming, of course.

Merry Christmas.

Another birthday present...arrived today.

2005-12-02T15:04:00.000-08:00

Birfday Present

2005-12-01T17:53:00.000-08:00

(Belated)

This is what you get when you Google my name.

2005-11-27T19:48:00.000-08:00

This four-day weekend was a much-needed escape from school and school-related activities. I got to see friends home from college and spend time with family (including my new baby second cousin). I really did eat too much food on Thursday, and I proceeded to fall into the traditional American Thanksgiving pattern of taking a nap and watching football.

Rather than camping out at Best Buy this year, we hit up Staples for the Black Friday early bird deals. Brad, Ryan, Jimmy, Phil, JoeyD, Stuofkcin and I all got there about 4 a.m. and there was nobody else in the parking lot. Pretty soon others started showing up and by 6, the line was a decent length. Nothing compared to Best Buy though (I heard the first guy in line this year got there at 7 pm). I was first in the doors of Staples. All I got was a DVD burner for 20 bucks.

Yesterday I went to two shows. The first one was the Cheese Tradition and Andy B. in the afternoon. We only threw down a little bit, but we danced a lot. Later we went to the VFW for a punk show. It was really smoky and generally unpleasant, but I did get to see the Latex Nuns. A surprising number of EPCHS students attended.

I strive to use Sundays as days of rest. That worked out today. Even when I studied, it was casual studying, if there's such a thing. I purchased the Lomo ActionSampler camera tonight. I can't wait for it to arrive so I can take pictures to post on this blog. Now, since I took such a long nap earlier, I'll actually get a chance to read before I retire for the night.

Modern English is the Wal-Mart of languages: convenient, huge, hard to avoid, superficially friendly, and devouring all rivals in its eagerness to expand. -Mark Abley, journalist (1955- )

Currently listening: Sigur Rós--Ágætis Byrjun

I took that picture, too.

2005-11-18T22:49:00.000-08:00

Tonight I closed for the last time ever at Subway.

I've been missing lots of school lately, for various reasons. College visit last Monday, illness this past Monday, Latin field trip this Tuesday, and I'm not going to school this coming Monday because of a do-gooder conference.

gargleface (10:36:39 PM): IDEA conference
BNinjaFlipout (10:36:57 PM): that name drips of do-gooder
gargleface (10:37:46 PM): anything that has a three-to-five letter word in all caps followed by 'conference" drips of do-gooder.

I think the number of This Sandwich On Me readers has dwindled. I wish these entries were more verbose. You probably do too. However short and to-the-point my entries may be, I try to avoid the stream-of-consciousness technique of blogging (more specifically, Xangaing). It seems to be pretty popular. An example would be listing or rambling on about various events of the day, desires and wishes, high school drama updates, etc. all in one-sentence-or-less fragments. I guess I just don't get it. I know for sure that I don't enjoy reading stuff like that.
Just be glad I don't post poignant lyrics of a song (in their entirety) from some emo band that I like.

I'm going to bed.

Currently listening: Wolf Parade--Apologies to the Queen Mary

Two weeks

2005-11-11T22:17:00.000-08:00

Last weekend was the best ever. I guess it was more like the week-beginning because I went to Greenville on Sunday and came back on Monday. I wish I had some pictures, but I didn't take a camera along or anything. I got to drive through the country alone when I should've been at school.
I got a new favorite t-shirt. Somehow I've lost my last two favorite t-shirts. If any of you readers have any idea where my "The Remnants" and/or "Magic Music Days" (Mickey Mouse) shirts are, please alert me.

My xanga is now a place where I will show things that I find. I only have one up right now, but more are on the way.

Which of these cameras should I get?

I went on an amazing hike with my family today. Forest Park Nature Center (I think?). The ground was blanketed with golden leaves and we spotted two bucks and a doe. I know everybody says this, but I love this season and I love central Illinois in the fall. I don't work tomorrow, so I think I'll go back and take pictures.

I put my two-weeks notice in at Subway last night.

"A wretched, poor, and helpless worm of a man that I am, on Thy kind arms I fall." -from the gravestone of William Carey.

Currently Listening: Sleater-Kinney--One Beat

Who Could Imagine? A HOLIDAY!!

2005-11-07T21:20:00.000-08:00

"Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the
staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our
Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted
creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is
offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum
because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We
are far too easily pleased." -C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

Trick ARRRRGH Treat

2005-10-31T20:08:00.000-08:00

I was going to be a mole, but that just didn't work out. So I threw this pirate outfit together tonight before I headed over to Andy's pirates vs. ninjas party. The only other pirates were Andy (captain) and Dave (first mate). John was a Samurai from the future. Everybody else was either nothing, or not a ninja/pirate. Chanel was Julian the emo kid. I went trick-or-treating with the other two pirates and the Samurai, and we didn't get too much candy, but we got some milk duds from an old man who wanted to hold our hands and give us belly rubs. Later, I bobbed for apples for the first time ever.

I was delighted to spend most of my Sunday in or traveling to/from Decatur to see my friends play a rock show. We attended in a party of twelve, I think. Girls in Diners is a fun band, even when you can't hear Karl Kling's synthesizers. We are going next Sunday too. We are going to hear them open for the great Anathallo at Greenville. We are children. I also got to meet Johanna, Nate's gurlfriend. She's precious.

We really didn't get offered belly rubs from that old man, you know. I was just joking.

"i like smelling good smells, like toast and rain..only not at the same
time, cause that's just soggy." -Jade Winter Blanchard

To Whom It May Concern:

2005-10-23T19:31:00.000-07:00

I believe we all have objects in this world that we hold with some degree of sentimental value. When one of these objects is damaged or mistreated, it can cause hard feelings. I am aware of this and I would want to avoid those situations.

I know some people were offended by the activities in which I was involved regarding an EPCHS band photograph. I am genuinely sorry to those that I hurt. I accept full responsibility for what occurred and I don't want anybody who wasn't responsible to be unfairly treated as a result.

I removed the picture from the band room at EPCHS on the last day of school this past school year. Because I was aware of the fact that people had previously removed items from the band room such as plaques, trophies and various other objects, I figured it wasn't a big deal for me to take the picture. However, I realize that this picture was school property and that I didn't have the right to take it. At the time that I acquired the picture, I had no destructive intentions in mind, and merely wanted to own such an interesting piece of band history.

I took the picture home and it remained in my bedroom for about a month. It was big and it took up quite a bit of space. My parents told me that I needed to get rid of it, so I took it with me when I attended Cornerstone Festival from June 30-July 1. I displayed the picture as a decoration at the campsite that I shared with several other people, some of whom are or were previously members of the EPCHS band. The photograph didn't last the whole festival and ended up getting thrown away with the bulk of the trash from our campsite.

When the new band director came to the high school before the 2005-2006 school year, an effort was made to recover all of the band pictures that had been hanging on the wall of the band room a few years ago. If I had known this prior to the loss of the picture I had removed, I would have returned it. I would want it up there on the wall with all the rest.

I’m sorry for what happened to the picture. Like I said, I don’t want my actions to have a detrimental effect on others who weren’t involved.

Respectfully,

Dāv Timm

no camarones, por favor

2005-10-16T19:54:00.000-07:00

Don't you hate it when you read a blog regularly and then all of a sudden the updates just stop coming without any notice? Sorry. I've obviously been really busy.

I really don't want to give you a report of the goings-on in my life, because that would just be boring. I guess I could give you this advice: don't order shrimp from a Mexican restaurant in central Illinois. The reasons for this are self-explanatory, but I still see people do it every once in a while.

I acquired my 100th myspace friend this weekend. I met him about 5 years ago in Mount Vernon. His name is Jeff, and I think he plays in a band called Synthasaurus Rex. He has over 200 board games. He collects them. He's also an Atari fanatic. In his user picture, he's wearing a tuxedo and playing a keytar. So after several months of wasting time on myspace, I've finally found a point to it. I really have become reconnected with old friends. However, it's still a complete waste of time and I don't like it.

Right now my sister is watching PBS in the same room and I just heard a Sufjan Stevens song in the background.

And now I have to go write that one letter. Yeah, the one.

2005-09-28T14:48:00.000-07:00

This morning I woke up to my sister saying, "Dav? Are you going to get up?"

I sat up in my bed, looked at the clock (7:00) and looked around my room. I wondered why the light was on. When I stood up, I noticed I was wearing the clothes that I had been wearing the day before. Apparently I had fallen asleep on accident last night. I think I remember wanting to take a quick nap, but I guess I got a full night. Normally, I would've been pleasantly surprised, but not today, because this meant that I didn't do my history homework and didn't study for my English quiz. Furthermore, I was going to watch Death Cab on Conan last night. Katrina and I were going to get coffee before school this morning and I was supposed to practice IMEA stuff with Miss Custis (by the way, that lady has the HUGEST MELVINS I've ever seen). I got a pretty crappy parking spot, too.

But I wasn't tired at all, because I think I must have gotten somewhere from 8-10 hours of sleep. And I ended up finishing my history, learning in the process that we didn't have to do the part I didn't have done. The day turned out surprisingly well.

The 'rents are back in town, so no more parties.

Yesterday I got a package in the mail and it had a Bible in it. And inside the front cover was...you guessed it...JESUS COMICS!! They're good ones, too, such as "The Truth About Homosexuality," "The Truth About Secular Rock Music," and "The Truth About Witchcraft and Sorcery." The last one is about Harry Potter, obviously.

Currently Watching: The Flaming Lips--Fearless Freaks

coffee gives me real bad breath

2005-09-21T20:55:00.000-07:00

Those are Hot-Buttered-Os
---->

Today I learned that another definition for gargle is: a group of word enthusiasts (collective noun).
Speaking of definitions, I don't have to look up any more for English vocab, thanks to my friend Jennifer Marie.

We had the Latin Club picnic tonight and I think everybody had a good time. I did all the grocery shopping for it and ended up being a couple minutes late with all the food because Donny Cotton is a faster cross country runner than Kroger cashier. My summary of the picnic is that hot dogs are always gross even if you buy them in bulk, first year slaves are annoying but you can convince them to do things for you by telling them there's a prize for the best slave at the end of the year (which there isn't [at least there hasn't been the last two years]), we invented a new Roman game: somersaulting backwards down the Palatine Hill, and Magistra is hilarious and adorable, especially when she says things like "tons o' buns" or when she's trying to evade Justin's tackling.

That last sentence was so long, I fear I'm beginning to sound like Nathaniel Hawthorne. We have the Scarlet Letter final in English tomorrow. Bartlow's test questions are ridiculous. Here is one example:

Question 11: What did Pearl notice was strange about Dimmesdale?
My answer: Dimmesdale would not acknowledge Pearl and Hester in public; only at night when it was dark or when they were alone in the forest.

I got it wrong. She had written above it "In public in the daytime."
Um, puh-scuse me, but did I not mention both of those in my answer?

Anyway, I should probably go study for that. Or maybe just print off some Sparknotes. Either way, I'll probably get no higher than a B no matter how much I study.

Currently Listening: The Cure--Galore

fresh from the oven

2005-09-13T17:48:00.000-07:00

My mother is a goddess. She just brought me a plate with two buttered slices of homemade oatmeal bread she had just baked. She also wrote a note on the banana in my lunchbox today.

Currently listening: Architecture in Helsinki--Fingers Crossed

practice makes perfect

2005-09-12T17:52:00.000-07:00

I know I'm not going to get any better at updating this blog quickly unless I do it often. So here goes.

First of all, today at cross country practice, Lang said something like, "I hope I pwn some noobs tonight so I can move from 3 to 1 on the server." Need I say more?

Keithy Dub is the most talented nursery rhymer I've ever seen. I can say without a doubt that his performance at Snowball Staff training on Saturday was the funniest event I've witnessed thus far in the year 2005.

On Thursday I'm going to apply as a host at Jonah's. Pros: better hours, higher wage, professional environment, an occasional tip, and I wouldn't be working with cash, so I wouldn't be held responsible when somebody pockets a twenty. Cons: hopefully some potent seafood-restaurant-employee drama.

Currently Listening: The Decemberists--Picaresque--The Mariner's Revenge Song

attempted apology

2005-09-04T22:42:00.000-07:00

Tonight I tried to write an entry halfway attacking those who make frivolous matters into serious dilemmas that harm the reputation and success of others. After a few failed attempts at this, I realized that an entry like that would accomplish nothing more than possibly escalating an already out-of-proportion situation. Therefore I've decided to submit a statement in apology to those that may have been offended, harmed, or unfairly judged as a result of my actions.

--a few hours later--

Okay, well at least I started it. I'll put it on this blog when I finish it, hopefully tomorrow.

Here is a list of the albums I've gotten within the past week:

Death Cab for Cutie--Plans
Kanye West--Late Registration
Stephen Malkmus--Face the Truth
Neutral Milk Hotel--In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
Doves--Some Cities
Doves--The Last Broadcast
And a crapload of Pedro the Lion from Ket.

As you can see, my stereo has been getting a lot of attention. I'm most impressed, though not surprised, by Late Registration. Kanye's rhymes are as poignant as his live television surprises. Plans is another Death Cab keeper, as well. This music update is in response to a statement made by a reader about the absence of "Currently Listening" on This Sandwich On Me. From now on I'll try to keep the readers notified of my current musical selection.

Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts; and if people in general could be got into the woods, even for once, to hear the trees speak for themselves, all difficulties in the way of forest preservation would vanish.
-John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)

My First Write-up at The Deli

2005-08-27T23:53:00.000-07:00

As you can imagine, Subway isn't the most exciting place of employment. When you have so many strict guidelines and your manager will sit in her car outside and watch so she can see if you're doing something wrong, you have to have some sort of leisurely relief. So we listen to Power 92 on the store radio, even though we're not supposed to. We can listen to oldies, Christian, and light rock stations. Tonight when we were listening to Power, I called in and told the DJ "Big D" that we were working down at Subway and we wanted to hear some Kanye. He asked which Subway, and I told him East Peoria. A few minutes later, we hear him give a shoutout to the East Peoria Subway before he plays a track from the new album that comes out Tuesday, "Late Registration." About ten minutes later, our manager, Kira, comes in the back door. I'm the only one back there, washing dishes or something. I say hi, but she goes straight to the radio, changes it to oldies, and says, "You're all getting write-ups for this. All....(she looks to see who else is working)...three of you. I shouldn't have to come in to check the radio station." She promptly walks out the door and drives away. Sam and Amanda, the others working, didn't even know she was there until I told them.

Kira then proceeded to come in and check the radio station twice more that night.

If you ask me, that's more anal than a butthole.

In other news, there was a Headphones and Headlights show tonight. For free. In Urbana. I had to work. And the dad said I couldn't go because it would be dangerous. I still haven't heard how the show was, other than...

BNinjaFlipout: rock show
gargleface: how was it?
BNinjaFlipout: great
BNinjaFlipout: but i'm super tired
BNinjaFlipout: later

do mi so mi do

2005-08-22T20:03:00.000-07:00

"We will finish the task that they gave their lives for."
Apparently even the current president's speech-writers have poor grammar.

That feeling you get when you finish all your homework at a reasonable hour and are able to climb in bed in time to get eight or more hours really rejuvenates your desire to learn, no matter how crappy your English teacher is. The fourth day of school proved to be relieving and joyful. Bonati's Bill Nye and lab safety videos, Walker's devil's advocate debates, Plummer's ramblings of Texas Instruments and scientific notations, and Magistra's meek soprano uttering melodic instructions for future-perfect conjugation over a 6th hour din...these are what make it a great day to be a Raider.

However, half of the basketball team joining cross country does not make it a great day to be a running Raider, although Derek Rutledge is better company than that annoying freshman who likes to tell you about how he needs to go to Wal-Mart to purchase new glasses. Lang is another story...I'll write about him later. He deserves a blog entry all to himself. Anyway, I went to the Great Wall Chinese Buffet yesterday and my fortune cookie read, "You like participating in competitive sports." Brad said that my fortune was more truthful than anyone else's at the table, but I can't recall what the other ones said. Plus, my LEARN CHINESE word on the back was Post Office--You-ju.

I met, not long ago, a young man who aspired to become a novelist.
Knowing that I was in the profession, he asked me to tell him how he should set
to work to realize his ambition. I did my best to explain. 'The first thing,' I
said, 'is to buy quite a lot of paper, a bottle of ink, and a pen. After that you
merely have to write.' -Aldous Huxley, novelist (1894-1963)

Get Outta Town!

2005-08-20T22:21:00.000-07:00

Tonight I went to a party that was ridiculously and absurdly well-organized. I'm not saying I didn't have fun, but it just seems like it was so planned-out. We played some sort of name game and then Brad and Nate and Ket and I skedaddled with the excuse that Phil was waiting back at Brad's house. At least I ate some good peanut butter m&ms.

I'm not quite sure how this whole homework thing is going to work out. I have a bunch, and I realize that I won't have much time to do it tomorrow, and tonight would be a good time, but I still don't seem to be wanting to do it.

"and now i push carts for the dubious corporation of the late sam walton"
-Andy Alexander

2005-08-18T20:29:00.000-07:00

I can't wait until this freaking school year is over.

2005-08-13T23:07:00.000-07:00

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
-Anton Chekhov, short-story writer and dramatist (1860-1904)

THINK ITS HOT HERE BETTER COME TO CHURHC OR ITLL GET HOTTER

2005-08-13T00:13:00.000-07:00

Jeez I love peanut butter. It goes well with everything, including meat.

I think it's funny how I never even considered going shopping for school clothes or anything. The most likely result of me going to the mall this time of year would be,
"I don't know what happened...but there's vomit and urine everywhere."

Most of you probably drive by my church every once in a while, which means you see the marquee on the front lawn. The text in this sign is consistently grammatically incorrect, hopelessly cheesy, and/or somewhat offensive. I complain to the pastor regularly, but his excuse is that he doesn't decide what goes on the reader board and he doesn't put it up there. I've asked him for permission to correct errors before, but he won't let me. I believe this week the sign reads something like, "WHEN SCHOOL STARTS AND HOMEWORK BEGINS, THERES EXTRA CREDIT FOR READING THE BIBLE (sic)." First of all, the West-facing side of the sign lacks an S at the end of BEGINS. Second, no apostrophe in THERES. Third, this statement is ridiculously false, unless maybe you go to a Christian school, but even then, I doubt simply "reading the Bible" will give you any bonus points.
The church has punctuation symbols, they just aren't used, even when a question mark is needed. I have a good idea who puts the words on there, although I'm pretty sure he/she isn't the author of all the witty one-liners. I think this person might be the recipient of a weekly email newsletter with suggestions for marquee displays.
My proposed resolution to this unimportant detail in the life of EPFMC is that I be appointed to the position of Reader-Board-Word-Putter-Upper (although I'm open to suggestions for more attractive titles).

My hands smell like cleaning solution and I'm not going to wash them until I brush my teeth.

Claustrophobia?

2005-08-11T23:56:00.000-07:00

Nicole (that is, one half of California) is in India. She gets to go to school there. No fair. Lately I seem to feel really confined to this continent. I just want to up and skedaddle outta town. Ever since a couple weeks ago I've had the urge to go on some sort of expedition to seek international social justice. Or something. Anyway, is this writer's block I'm experiencing? I can't seem to verbalize much more than the goings-on, or lack thereof, of the current evening. e.g. Andy and Chanel came into Subway tonight. They had been around town posting inspirational messages and pictures of flowers in various public places, such as behind the LeanCuisine shelf in the frozen foods section of Kroger. Andy got a compact disc at Co-op for 99 cents: The Best Kissers in the World--"Puddin'."

Find the beauty in the everyday. Lampshade Poppy.
-Chanel Miller

Hey Mike

2005-08-08T22:02:00.000-07:00

Shneblin left a message....
Sumpm sumpm 'bout Pandora's box.
Looks like marching (and other?) bands aren't working out.

The show tonight was pretty greasay and B-radd plays a mean DoBro (sp?). All those Choralians who couldn't come are lame.

CHI CHI CHI
LE LE LE
VIVA CHILE

Don't even talk to me Dav. I'm so pissed off at you right now. I know what you did with that 1966 band picture.
-Keith Wilfinger

2005-08-06T00:07:00.000-07:00

america merica meri

Eye Why Sea.

2005-08-05T21:58:00.000-07:00

I arrived in my church parking lot today at about 1:30 I think. The past days have been spent in various states such as Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, and Colorado. But mostly just the latter. We didn't stop at night on the way (to/from), just slept on the seats and floor of the charter bus. I took a few long naps today.

Colorado has interesting weather. Sometimes it rains when ther sky seems to be cloudless. Sometimes storms show up out of nowhere. Sometimes it gets real hot. It never gets humid and armpitesque, though.

International Youth Conference--also known as Jesus Teen Camp. This one is only for Free Methodists, though. We aren't a huge denomination. I saw a bunch of friends from Washington. Lori and Nicole's (that is, California's) pastor was there and I said hi to him a bunch, but he didn't really remember me, which is understandable.

I made new friends, deepened relationships.
Made some commitments, killed some sins.
Discovered opportunities.
Learned how to read.
It seems that my life's direction is emerging. However, I know it can change in a heartbeat.
This is my widow's mite, my life.

I met a girl and told my friend that I thought she was cute. Then he goes and tells her I have a crush on her right in front of me. She lives in Michigan...it's not like there's any way we could ever hook up or anything. I told him he was an asshole, and he got really upset that I used profanity. His actions are more vulgar than the tongue of anyone I've ever met. It's not the first time he's disappointed me like that.

I want to turn shit into joy.

We all travel the milky way together, trees and men... trees are travellers,
in the ordinary sense. They make journeys, not very extensive ones, it is true; but
our own little comes and goes are only little more than tree-wavings--many of them not so much.
-John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)

2005-07-28T21:44:00.000-07:00

That's a steeple there in the sunflare.

Maybe it doesn't look so much like Ket's. Oh well.

2005-07-28T13:28:00.000-07:00

Colour rad-0?

I'm going.

I think I eat too much tuna. I think I'll cut back on my tunaconsumption, along with caffeine.

Monday, 8 August 2005. Peoria VFW. Children's Army et al. Time TBA? I don't know, I think there's some "Peoria Shows" website you can probably check. Or ask David.

Fatigue is the best pillow.
-Benjamin Franklin, statesman, author, and inventor
(1706-1790)

2005-07-27T22:56:00.000-07:00

Today I did two things that I bet not too many other people can say they've done:

1.) Heard a recording of Brad singing

2.) Drove Brad's truck.

One time I drove Nick's truck from the Washington Wal*Mart to the EP Kohl's. That was before I had my license.

Yikes is my new favorite word.

2005-07-27T12:58:00.000-07:00

palisades

better than xanga

2005-07-26T22:35:00.000-07:00

Here's to new blogs and the glee that comes with creating them.

come on, you can do it! only 30 seconds!

2005-07-26T21:30:00.001-07:00

I don't watch much television, but I've noticed a couple of commercials that bother me almost as much as car dealership or Farm & Fleet commercials.
They're both Listerine advertisements. The commercials are not only somewhat annoying, but they make the product out to be something awful.

Exhibit A:
The screen is split in two. On the left side is a man who is washing his mouth with Cool Mint Listerine. A voice says something like, "Come on, you can do it! Only thirty seconds of swishing will kill 99.9% of germs!

Exhibit B:
Mom walks into the kitchen, assumedly after a grocery store trip. She mentions to her husband that she got that new dessert he likes, "...and look what else I got," as she pulls a bottle of Citrus flavored Listerine out of the brown paper sack. "Honey?" she turns around and the three people who had been standing in the kitchen previously (husband, son, daughter) have vanished. "Relax, it's less intense!" The family members slowly emerge from their hiding places.

Is it just me, or do these commercials make it seem like Cool Mint Listerine tastes horrible? Poor marketing. I wonder what Usetacould would have to say about this.