Some poems recently refound or written


By the end of this mumbling rant I will have proved my point (spring 2005) ( when I have made this much much better I will call it "driving along the inter-state of the planet")

Driving along 94,
several cars more
than im use to dealing with
trying to relate to it, that bird
flying over the collected masses of rock, metal oil
mass produced and in motion
become that bird like Siddhartha
Realize
We ought to be living our lives introspecting
collecting -data to inherit in the next life
the net life and collective of us all
share and repair, old wounds under new moons

instead we move ahead of ourselves
building what we hope for a better tomorrow
having not accepted the wisdom of our former lives
I yawn and sigh..... im getting older and the day is colder than
yesterday but sunny!
I stroke my half ass beard returning to the moment and BRAKE,

and collect my fear and bundle it up tight like winter mornings before the
bus arrives.
Try to interpret the billboards, fancy store lighting and why im drawn in
smell of the air is thick with old factories burning and spewing sewage
into our already polluted shit.
That river starts with a clear trickle I seen it...

I wonder about those bush stickers, bumpers just asking to be bumped,
high structured signs displaying gas prices meant to be pumped
lumping all the words that rhyme into one jumble and find ourselves stumped
about what to do and whom with
“they” make their choices leave “us” to deal with the consequences

fly solo
little bird
you have lost your permission to fly in groups
shotguns and rifles our legacy
you the menace
we want our fields with no FLOCKS
our hair with no locks and poor with NO SOCKS
to better make the references to Jesus as a poor man, gathering
gather me up o lord and shelter my eyes as you know I have kept them open
too long and Im blinded with SELF PITY as I look upon MY CITY and see all
those I NEED to be kept IN NEED,
so I can remain with the ability to sing my song.

Too long... Lord too long... And we di-sect you then tri 4,5,6,7,8,9 sect
you for I set you upon an alter and the rest set you upon your knees,
or the other way around if you please
just know that I am the wise one who follows....

Hollow images, I digress much from the point
and hopefully soon there is a point
cuz if we remain this stubborn way, we will soon have to press play
to see green grass and blue skies and animals with cute furry tails and
shit.... ha oh snap in your face!!!! Consider it proven


Emergent (spring 2005)
we’re finding faults in our partitions, sometimes they inhibit our flow
but a better process is a solution unknown
and we go
forward in our bliss
piss faced and belligerent
finding that where we left off has moved on
as in motion
and the notion that relationships flow with out our approval is curious
but renewal seems a strange step back when we have gone this far,
Strange devotion it is that sets us at distance
and makes us mildly irritable when in the courts of first instance
we ask to make an appeal
not really understanding our rights
the decision
the mission of the dreary world mildly mystifying us and wrapped around our
thighs and corduroys...
makes its way up and finds just one being
Mixed reactions to the manifestations
the thought process molding the slightest divided intricacy into a world of
fantasy
conurbation in the streets according to the new mandates
merging of the sectarian
emersion of the self into the self

Confrontation (2001-2002)

America I have seen children fall at your feet
beg for a penny or something to eat felt sick as you looked away
as if you couldn’t reach
but who am I to preach?
I done it too, bread true Red White and Blue

America I tell you now I sit in shame
while all those around me call out your name
singing and pledging to your glorious tune
all taking to that national cue
and whiting out the filthy view, They created
what else could I do? For I have seen the true Red White and Blue

America I only ask you to do what I ask of myself
try to improve, throw off the shackles of wealth
the power the greed and the hypocrisy
for after all it brought down great Rome
and we shall be next if ignorance captures our home
the vision was pure now let it be you, let me stand proud to the Red White and Blue


Idolatry (spring 2005)
(inspired by a feeling, Shakespeare’s Juliet, and the words of john
Frusciante, “we met you through your fortune, you’re made of high, you
slipped through the streams of the city, we slip your mind. How high How
high?”)

Its subtle the way you borrow our interest for moments of your
eternal-grace-us-with-your-presence and we pray for more, and talk about
you behind your back and wonder why we swoon so. Wherever you go we follow
and follow your thoughts and hope to be amongst them. The crowd of them so
illogical and genius mesmerizes if it was caught in your sweat we chase
after with sponges and rags and catch every drop the closer to your
intellect the better. Yet as you strut which we call a walk, we begin to
notice the swing, we begin to notice we’re disposable you need but snap and
have several new believers the cult of outside the box thinking, the new
popularity and we all become junior high students again worried about the
notes and maybe for a few of us the joints in our lockers. Its unjust I
pin this on you! Its unjust you jest this way with our hearts all too
unnecessary palpitations. I palpitate for you, forgive me. I palpitate
against you, forgive me. You’re at least one sin to me, give me time to
figure out which for it changes by the minute and by your very real facial
gestures. Gesturing this way and that and ever so often gesturing in our
direction and capturing our soul and squeezing as if to allow us to breathe
again and then cutting us off mid breath to hold it so as not to make a
sound or disturb your ear the hair on your neck your thought process. Your
very beautiful poetic nonsense that we don’t even threaten to imagine
questioning, redirecting, but only passing on “oh my God did you hear what was said?” As if it wasn’t already echoed through the halls of our very
real eternity caught in sitting at your table and walled away abruptly at
the whim of your indifference. Please tell me a story a joke a word off
your tongue but end it sweetly with a smile and I’ll die in contentment for
awhile. Oh its not right I blame this on you, its not right the way you
show you blame us with your inconsistent attention. Package yourself and
not your derision, sell us disks we can replay on our computers our
music players our instrument of choice, we will play games with you and
know joy we will walk with you playing in our ears and know bright days, we
will spoon feed ourselves you and not know hunger we will touch ourselves
with you and place you inside us and know true fulfillment. We will cry
with you and laugh and dream and sigh, cover our wounds with you, mask our
frail and freakish insides with you, sing with you, walk and talk with you,
smoke you as comforting as opium pillows, cuddle with you, throw away our
piggy banks cuz who needs change? Throw away our addictions cuz who needs
anything at all when as one with your glory?

Bullshit!!(2001-2002)

The white blue and Red bull
acting from enraged soul
finds itself bleeding at its core
no one asking “What’d they do this for?”
Just hunting the “terrorist” matador
he strategically steps left
hiding in a cave
or flying in a new jet
bully asking “how do we fight?”
The matador steps right
sneaks off into the night
makes missiles of our commercial flights.

The white blue and RED bull
still got its hands full
stomping on dirt at its feet
cement rubble from a greed street
who planted this seed? WE
watch on our 62 inch TV
the nations at war
more innocent death all that we see
they say that empires fall
but Americans dance in the halls
knowing bush can make the call
6 billion dead!! To keep our flag standing tall.

America's current values (2001-2002)
An entire nation guilty of mass murder and rape
but the crowd and the cameras
turn their back at that line of yellow tape
and we all go on believing that the great dream is fine
while the victims are piled without justice or an outline

A face in a crowd of people with dark skin
somehow less important then the comfort
the future of the ones who commit the mass sin
and on and on it goes till the day our greed
makes the last soul of light succumb to the evil deed

Who is to blame the leader? The few?
The ones who choose to ignore
what they knew to be true?
The ones who went on without a care
never understanding the weight they “allowed” others to bear..

The powerfully ignorant have been given a new name
Stupid Americans!
A cause for all to blame
for only they could watch as a beautiful dream
destroys all around them as it falls apart at the seams

If money is the root what is it that squares?
When is enough enough?
At what point do we share?
If a value transfusion is all we need to make the start
lets proceed with the operation, remove this cancer from our heart!


1.

The beads, Andy on sax, Abe on vocals, i sort of know tht dude in the middle but i cant ever remember his name. they were sweet though.

So mike is no RA
no Egyptian God etc. which doesnt bother me, cept no extra dinero. so i guess i got to be cheap from now on....right yeah.

The Beads played a great fuckin show at the common cup, some pics will be up in a sec, cowboys of funk -show so little blues and country (johnny cash)

oh yeah and now were all trying to decide where the hell we should live cuz we have choices in life.
mike is more awesomer than krystin (shes trying to beat me at life)

we played like 3-4 games of RISK this weekend lots of time on our hands.

been listening to a lot of http://www.doomtree.net/ p.o.s and the like.

Becky makes it sound like i been missing out on the whole seen and such, maybe i have im a new born into hip hop. anyway I saw them last week and it was one of the most rediculously awsome shows i have ever seen and i immediatly purchased the two cds they had there and should have given kristen some cash to buy me the ones from their cd release this weekend.

my mom came up.

UMM jazz concerts are the best
props to the cats in the vagina monologues

peace the cats in the east
"jeffrey are you listening?" download that song its pretty sweet

My e folio project is hardly started but heres a link if anyone is ever interested. its kind of like an online resume/website

"Going Inside"
You don't throw your life away-Going inside-You get to know who's watching you-And who besides -you resides-In your body-Where you're slow-Where you go doesn't matter-Cuz there will come a time-When time goes out the window-And you'll learn to drive out of focus-I'm you- and if anything unfolds-it's supposed to-You don't throw your time away sitting still-I'm in a chain of memories-It's my will-And I had to consult some figures of my past-And I know someone after me-Will go right back-I'm not telling a view-I've got this night to unglue-I moved this fight away-By doing things there's no reason to do

"Everything I eat is from the Earth, right.
I am what I eat straight up Earth, right.
Nothing but a walking sack of Earth
nice to meet you how do ya do.
Guess what. Ya you're one too.
My skin holds me in
my brain moves me then
boom.
I jump straight off the speaker in a form a celebration
that we're moving.
Freely disconnected
I'm truly grateful
I'm going back to the Earth.
I'm not gonna waste life being hateful." ~311 "hyrdoponic"

Residential Advisor Application
1) Reasons for applying for the position.
There are three major reasons I can think of for why I would want the RA position.
The first reason is simply for the experience. I love meeting people, learning from people and hearing about different backgrounds and views on the world. My favorite memories from living in the dorms have been and will hopefully continue to be late night conversations and creative adventures, finding ways to be entertained in Morris and forming a community amongst my floor and dorm mates. Although this goal can easily be accomplished by just living in the dorms, I have taken it on as a personal challenge and learning experience to form friendships with people who I might normally not associate myself with. Finding common interests with people of different political and moral backgrounds has been a particularly fun experience. For example my floor mate John, a Lt. in the reserves, and I have found a common respect and interest in history and other cultures though I am and have been a firm believer in peace and peace movements for many years.
The second reason is very similar to my interest in meeting people and seems to me to be a major component of being able to make strong friendships, which is bringing about and supporting a comfortable community in which people feel respected enough to voice their thoughts, opinions and feelings about a situation. This I see as the most significant job of a RA and also seems the most rewarding. In my first year here my floor-mates and I felt a strong bond and sense of friendship that has remained and though some have moved on, 13 of us decided to stay on for a second year on 3B and one student from another floor felt so comfortable he requested to join us. This accomplishment, though it seemed natural to us, was apparently a first in the dorms (or so we were told). One major reason for this, I believe, can be attributed to our relationship with our former RA (Sarah Campbell) who still visits regularly. Her commitment to make the floor a place of mutual respect and to bring about a supportive environment brought out the best in many of us and it is this sort of environment that I think allows students to excel.
In a similar way I have felt a strong desire to create that sort of environment in my own life for many years, which has allowed me to support my friends and family through many troubling experiences, including parental divorce experiences, eating disorders, death of family members, gambling addictions, substance abuse problems and peer pressure, as well as many common situations for teens such as break ups and school/work decisions. I cannot of course take credit for anyone "getting through" these problems but I have felt honored to know that many of my friends attribute their successes to having friends and supporters in their life to fall back on. These experiences have led me to feel a sense of purpose in my life to help support those who may need it, a responsibility I take very seriously while trying to acknowledge my limitations.
These two reasons, a love of people and a desire to help them along while they make the decisions that direct their lives, has led me to want to be a teacher.
The third reason is simply that if I am planning on trying my best to meet and support new people, I might as well get the training so that I can do it the best way possible and in more ways than I could simply living in the residence halls. I hope that the position will allow me to take on these responsibilities and provide me with more experience and knowledge so that I can continue to try to do this in the future, while teaching and in life.
2) Previous related experiences/positions.
Work/Jobs
* Nick’s Ice Cream and Popcorn (Ridgedale Mall, 5 years of working with peers, helping customers, and taking on leadership roles amongst my co-workers)
* Fanny Farmer (Ridgedale Mall, similar to Nick’s except to a lesser extent and for a much shorter time period)
* Assistant Teacher for School Age kids program /summer 2004 (St. Mathews in St. Paul, a daycare for elementary school kids, my job included opening, greeting parents, watching kids alone for several hours, providing games and coordinating learning activities)
* Art teacher/Teacher’s Aid (summer school district 287 Southwood Bloomington)
High School Related
* Save Our Surroundings (environmental and social justice group, leader/advisor role, 3 years)
* Mandala (literary arts and art publication, 2 years, 1 year Art editor and editing advisor)
Morris Related Volunteer
* Willmar mural project (project that was in conjunction with the United Latinos group on campus and the sociology department, didn’t work out, but had some experience working with students from Willmar high school and participated in their world culture fair)
** currently observing/student aid for Mr. Howden at Morris High School (As part of Ed 2101, working in 7th grade US history class)
Religious Volunteer work/training
* Peer Ministry Camp (leadership camp, attended one session, dealt with communication skills, peer counseling)
* Sunday School teaching (presented units on culture and fair trade coffee)
* Polar Bear expedition summer camp leader (group leader of elementary school kids)
* Mission trips - Pine Ridge Reservation (day care in SD)
- Chicago (nursing/retirement home volunteer)
3) Experiences that have created a significant impact.
All of the above have had a significant impact on my life and I can easily say I learned a tremendous amount from each of those experiences. However I feel my travel experiences have probably shaped my life and taught me the most about myself. My Mother’s job and love of travel has allowed me to go to many amazing places including Hong Kong/China, Tanzania, and Europe. These experiences have opened me up and instilled in me a love of diversity and culture.
My first major culture shock experience happened at 12 when my Mom brought me along on a study abroad trip through the Lutheran Seminary in St Paul. I spent three and a half weeks tagging along and learning about cultural, political, economic, historical and religious issues in Hong Kong and China. This included visiting government housing (4x4 foot open homes for families of four), as well as hospitals, temples, banks and churches. Upon my return I felt a strong sense of confidence and a deep feeling of humility and guilt, which lead me to feel the need to stand up to my peers when they made euro-centric and racist comments or talked about people who struggle in the world as if it was all their fault. My experiences had taught me that people are beautiful and worthy of respect no matter what their situation (a value, I try my best to maintain) and that it is necessary to stand up for those who could not stand up for themselves.
This initial culture shock was followed up several years later when my Mom took me to Tanzania, where we learned about fish farming, land cultivation, medical and educational problems, and political, social and religious issues. While visiting an elementary school which could barely be described as safe, let alone functional, I wrote a song about how I felt it was impossible to ever forget or hide myself from the struggles that humanity faces, including war, hatred, poverty, ignorance etc.
These experiences strengthened my character and my desire to help. Without them I don’t know that I could have ever provided the support my friends and family have needed and I know that they continually remind me to remain humble and try to support those around me to the best of my abilities.
4) Three areas of significance concerning RA position.
The areas I believe are most important I have already touched on.
1) Community building and support of those around us, is something I think is extremely important for the position whether that is planning activities and trying to get people involved, or making sure they know where they can get the support they need on campus.
2) Developing relationships, sharing, learning and teaching each other.
3) Being a role model. Sometimes without a leader it is hard for a group to function.
I think my former RA Sarah tried her best at these activities and was able to bring about a sense of community and respect for each other that has lasted through the trials of college life, I hope to be able to do the same.
5) Out of comfort zone (learning) experiences.
As already stated I have had significant traveling experience, and so I thought that I was ready to go off on my own at 18 to Europe and backpack (for a month, 6 months, a year, forever? Who knows.) Within hours of landing I realized I was in over my head when I couldn’t find my first hostel and it was raining and I was jet lagged (an experience that seemed to repeat itself all trip). When I finally got there I practically burst into tears (again, no one noticed in the rain). Anyway, the trip continued that way at times, and at times I met wonderful people who changed my life forever. It taught me not to judge and be happy for any scrap of attention anyone would give me. I used to carry around a sign that said "smile" in big letters, passerby’s thought I was trying to bring them good cheer and would offer me money (possibly due to my dirty appearance). The truth was that I was so desperately lonely and depressed from being by myself that I would give anything to see a friendly face, and a smile was like heaven to me (so was chocolate for some reason). Anyway after several months I thought I had it down in Europe and decided I should hop a ferry to Morocco.
Upon entering the city of Tangier, Morocco I felt prepared, I thought I had a place to stay, I thought I knew how to handle merchants and salesmen, swindlers, rip off artists and beggars. I was wrong. A man who posed as a tourist information guide told me the hostel was closed for the winter. He told me he could get a deal at a local hotel for about the same prices and that I shouldn’t worry. He offered me a guided tour which I declined, then told me he was about to be off duty and felt that since his job and life’s work was to make sure tourists enjoyed morocco he wouldn’t mind showing me a few spots in town before I left for one of the larger cities. He offered me lunch at a local spot and insisted that he should pay. He showed me the market, a mosque, a hand woven carpet making factory and several other beautiful cultural spots. Then we returned to the hotel where he had a deal with the owner and walked me into my room. He then proceeded to lock the door, and insisted I pay him for the tour. I was shocked and felt incredibly vulnerable (as he was blocking the door), and I was forced to pay the equivalent of a three days stay at reasonable accommodations in Morocco. What would probably provide a comfortable week or two for a local person. After the event I was traumatized and at some point made up my mind to leave the country the next day.
Several hours later my shock wore off and I started to realize the error of that kind of thinking. To write off a culture, a country, a people by one man’s actions was, I realized, a horrible loss for all. I decided to extend my stay a few extra days, and I decided for every event that made me want to leave I should press on and find two reasons to love Morocco. As part of this I had to remind myself that other cultures have different beliefs, and that sometimes even those strong beliefs can falter due to circumstances. Morocco had been having a drought for over a decade. The tourist industry had dried up due to Sept 11th. The people were noticeably poor and yet by staying I also realized that they were willing to share what they had. Were able to get past their own biases to guide travelers to their destinations and offer them deals on cultural items that they could share when they got home. In this case I realized it was important to have patience and avoid judging without more experience and reflection.
This attitude about the error of judging people before getting to know them was reaffirmed by a situation that happened shortly after. When I returned to the U.S. from Europe and Morocco I was detained at customs for over an hour, given lectures, questioned and treated as a "terrorist" or at least as some sort of defector. My stuff was picked through piece by piece including my clothes, souvenirs and gifts for friends and family, not only that but the mundane, train ticket stubs and receipts in my wallet. I felt incredibly discriminated against and didn’t really understand what had changed in me that I as a U.S. citizen should now be treated so differently. The simple facts were I now had arabic in my passport, owned a copy of the Koran and have a new respect for world cultures. The U.S. customs agents in their haste and concern, decided that I was too risky to treat respectfully, and this incident only enforced my desire to treat others the way I wished I had been treated.
6) Skills and qualities for RA position.
The following are skills and qualities that I have, believe in or try my best to uphold:
Compassion, the ability to be comforting, respectful, desire to meet and include people, ability to connect with others, patience, promotion of diversity and tolerance, ability to voice opinion and be assertive when needed, relaxed personality, giving, creative-artistic, egalitarian, responsible, open minded, desire to have a good time with people... I am strongly against gossiping and try my best to promote respect and understanding in all situations. Also I think it is important to try to keep in mind the serious things in life, avoid risky situations but remember to put things in context and not take everything too seriously.

Group shot, from left to right. Kristen, nova big T (tony) chris D, his lady, Illy (in front) Steve (in back), Becky, b day boy

the family (james was in LA)

me and zach drak long islands (not pictured)

some cats at my b day, scott is behind his older brother andy, and the chica on the middle left is zach's lady friend

halsey at comedy sports (he was hilarious)

nova. tryign to explain that that "burrito is good" doesnt look it, does it?

kristen and tim, at the seward

elizabeth in her radiance

the girls (wedding night)

for ryan and sarah, hope things are working out, ryan dont get depressed in england, (its gray) and uh this was taken on that night ana got hooked up

Oh me oh my, its been a long time since i actually updated this piece of crap site....


So here goes...

Last semester i took 2 anthropology classes and decided I liked it better than sociology (which often has to deal with statistical information, which i am no good at) So i decided to switch my area of focus (informally since, officially i am still undecided, I believe) eh so yeah now im a secondary ed, social science major with an emphasis in soc/anth (since they arent mutually exclusive here at UMM) with a possible women studies minor or major on the side (part of the 5 year plan). I also took and passed macro econ in which i learned a lot, including that i dont know macro econ very well. My prof was bart finzel who was a pretty cool guy and apparently works within labor economics helping unions or something.... i like i like... also i had another women studies class which dealt more with the history and structure of women's movements rather than the areas in which we can find focus on women's issues (the previous year) both classes were with J. Purdy who left this semester I believe to retire... sad. This semester I am taking my intro to education class, "foundations and issues" which has a student teaching/tutoring component in which i will be working with a local high school history teacher who i will meet manana at 8:25 (early in the morning) I have no idea what exactly i will be doing and my only hope is that it wont be so early in the morning. Along with this class I must make a sort of resume/webpage (something i was thinking about doing anyway) and it will probably be liked to this page in some manor. In addition to that I am taking a US history class (basic though taught in a different manor than most, through various novels and essays rather than a text book) a basic pysch class about drugs and human behavior (9th grade health) environmental geology (pete's field) with cotter a very funny and likable guy who i had for my first year sem class and an anth class taught by the best anth prof on campus (there are only three) but shes great and probably the only one of the three qualified to teach a class on indigenous cultures (becuase she is a meber of one). so far the class has been a but dry becuase its been theory based but the prof saying swearwords and party comments livens the mood up a bit.
hopefully I will also be taking voice lessons which i hope to have settled by tomorrow night, and start by next week. This is something that has been troubling me for quite awhile (the loss of my singing voice) and hopefully with some work and a boost of confidence i will be able to sing again (if i ever could)

I am also planning on applying to become a resident advisor next year so more kids can despise me... i mean so i can make more friends and stuff.
this is actually something i have sort of been getting excited about and will probably be slightly dissappointed if i am not chosen because i have a large ego... and feel tht i might be able to help some cats or at least get paid and free room and board (sp?) for doing the same shit im already doing. my experiance can choke the living day lights out of freshmen and my red eyes (dry skin?) seems to make me appear pot headish so thats cool. whateva

Um lets see. Over winterbreak i hung out with some cats, had a b day and such. Saw some friends, some of them left town...

Tim recently graduated and is looking for a job as far as i know.

Kristen cut off her dreads i think in part as a rebirth of herself (my own thoughts) she seems to be doing what she needs/wants right now so that she can fully explore herself as an adult and individual and i think thats awesome even though it is sometimes tough, and i just explained that badly. shes leading mpirg again i know and i think at least one other but i forgot cuz i suck. She will be graduating soon, a full year early and as far as i have heard is planning on taking an elem ed program so she can teach little kids how to be peaceful.

Gabs should be in nicuaragua (sp?) by now, or soon, chilling in the sun (i guess?) studying doing her thing. meeting peoples and such. (she as far as i know is reomantically involved and loving it, unfortunately at a bad time since she just left the more northern countries of the americas, for the more central americas...

My friend illy is taking classes at the U twin cities working and trying to stay out of trouble i hope.

Aimee is i assume partying it up with her pup in the mountains in montana where the weather is always better than here (or so she says)

Pete recently spent some time in vegas with his lady and is working his ass off in CO trying to get residency so he can fix problems that humans cause in their interactions with nature. We are currently trying to figure out whether our spring break schedules for possible visits and such wth stops off to see grinnell of course (as always)

zach is working it at st thomas his lady just came back from spain and they been doing well.

becky is trying to get her pysch stuff all up in order (shes got a year left) she recently was accepted on the pom pom squad and will once again be on the dance ensemble team/group performance though that hasnt really kicked off. she has one of those trendy things too hopefully these links are actually getting you there.

hmm who else.. nova and james are still working it, my rents recently had dinner with nova and her parents in order to discuss their recent travels to suth africa in which i know nova had a blast. Now she is back at grinnell doing it up, finishing up. James (the big bro) just got back from a road trip to LA in which he almost took a job offer that was aainst his morals but ended up doing what he needed to do. (the right thing) and is now back working for grassroots solutions (i believe, according to my moms) He has still not graduated and maybe we will at the same time (even though im a year behind and on a 5 year plan) (he could have been a doctor)

Speaking of my mom she is giving up being a pastor for private counseling practice. Shes got an office and brochures and possibly even a book soon...
She is happily married to Grant who is still a pastor, they recently went to bonair (sp?) to scuba dive
he claims to be running on a course that could put him in public office within a few years something he doesnt seem to shy away from. I for one would vote for him, hes a good guy, very liberal, makes dumb jokes sometimes but tries to make sure things are really working out to help people. Thats pretty important...

Steve (my lil bro) is coaching 4th grade travelling and going to mctc he loves the coaching and is currently dreaming of it as a profession which doesnt seem too far off if the hype around slp is correct.

lots of other cats are doin the same stuff.....hollie, chris d, nick h, and the cats at home. Gabs friends who i love to hang around with but still refer to as gabi's friends are also doing their thing i guess. check out ryans page for that....


the floor, is not as tight as it used to be, in fact we recently had even more cats move on the greener pastures but they still come back... to taunt us. no its all good, but from a floor which can have 29 (?) we have 18 meaning just about everyone gets their own room. becky shares her's with me

mike the rock (of penis on face fame) is taking over MARCH (the animal rights group tim started *i think*) a job i think he is well suited for good luck to him getting recruits...

i dunno what else.. i was gonna start writing again and havent started... i tried drawing this morning and it was shite... my guitar playing skills havent improved a bit and i hesitate to call them skills at all.


uh other than that new years (maybe) more from the wedding reception at bens (maybe) my b day (for sure) maybe a pic becky took of me trying to get a senior pic (the ones i never took and thus never sent to my grama, who hooked me up with this college career and some cash for my b day)


anyway thats it for now.. so fuck off. just kidding, but seriously.... get the fuck off my property or as getty put it "get out of my yard" or something

sorry i havent updated since that last fiasco, but uh look im trendy