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There is.

Sunday, October 31, 2004
Do you care if I
Don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight,
Or will you think of me?

Will i shake this off
Pretend its all ok
That there's someone out there
Who feels just like me

There is.

--Boxcar Racer

The Challenge

Saturday, October 30, 2004
In her cage featuring four walls sit row
Upon row of Mary Janes, silenced through
Pain, suffering, apathy, poor parenting
Sitting, waiting, to be moulded to be
LOVED

She sits, full of life, full of knowledge, with
Her head up high, in the clouds, keeping her
Light her own, covered by a blanket, soon
To be smothered, killed of oxygen and
SNUFFED

Where should she go? What should she do? Her heart
Decides to hate, to despise, that which is
Commanded to be loved; to hang her own
Portrait, her photo, her Christ-reflection to
OBEY

A challenge is spoken, still without response
That she may turn around and live a while
To show them, as she should, to grow herself
Take her intelligence to a new level and
GO

Her future is unwritten, open wide
Full of hopes and dreams, passion and good times
The Challenge is open; what will she do?
Either way, life is spoken, the day is
DONE

All in the name of Science?

I was in my room last night and I had some kind of random pain on my mouth, so my roomate gave me Orajel. So five minutes later my whole mouth is fully frozen...maybe i have the habit of spreading the Orajel all around cause it feels funny... and i got a wonderfully crazy idea! How would it feel to kiss someone with an Orajel mouth? This might call for an experiment...all in the name of science of course!

Voting

Friday, October 29, 2004
Since voting is the latest fad, I give you:






Err... let's see if this works.

insert attention grabbing heading here

I would like to take a moment to thank RandomAndrew for inviting me to his blog...it fills my heart with joy...now i am a little worried that i will not be able to keep up the standerd of randomness...but i will do my best.

Now would be a good time to tell a funny story or something, but hey i just got though midterms and my brain if pretty much avoiding contact with me for a while, it seems to dislike me cramming information into it. I am sure i can live without it for a few more days anyways. Maybe it will be back on monday.


Time of Reckoning

Thursday, October 28, 2004
This is a call of sincerity.

ranDOMinion has plateaued, reaching a place of apathy, of casuality. Not say that a place where ranDOMness is key that a random, perhaps speradic post is not kosher, but rather that postings and that the will to make such postings are dwindling.

Are the readers of ranDOMinion in agreeance? Something needs to be done.

Vote yay to stay, nay to hit the hay. This be a day of reckoning.

My Choice

Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Lonliness is becoming a real concern to me.

I am realizing that because of choices I am making, I am pushing people away. Consciously pushing them? I don't really know, but they are pushed none-the-less.

For example, I work graveyards. Sure I still have a social life, but it's when I choose to. I choose the day, the time, and quite frankly, friends are not at beck and call to be friends when I'm ready for them. Friendships take sacrifice.

Also, I'm talking about moving off-campus a lot lately, for Junior year, simply because the school and its housing rules are not very accomodating for someone with my work schedule. So yet again, I choose to go away from friends and people. As Steve said to me just earlier this week, "You're the first person to come and hang out" and even so, we were studying for mid-term. Nobody will come and visit, nice and genuine friends as they are, as much as they mean to.

Sometimes I'm quite the jerk. I say seriously retarded things like, "You're not a girl". I do equally retarded things, like rip out a patch of chest hair and put it on Dave's plate. These are not things people are gonna want to hang around me for doing.

Instead I'd like to be normal, embrassing, if not welcoming in my manner and friendly in speech. Not saying I don't like who I am, but because of the words I choose, the housing I choose and the job I choose, I'm going to get super lonely, fast, and I'm already starting to feel it.

Twelve Pillars

Sunday, October 24, 2004
Atop twelve Pillars
Built hundreds feet up
Tall, unwaivering
Stands twelve Friendships

Through thick and thin
These pillars stand
Wear and tare dare
Challenge not

Over the centuries
Unbreakable broke
Unwavering waivered
Foundations crumbled

Some of twelve faded
Perhaps fell
Perhaps weathered
Some seem far away.

Of twelve only one
Remains atop its
Foundations
Where have they gone?

Where are the pieces.
Where is the builder.
Where are the peoples?
Where have the good people gone?

How Much Serious is Enough?

Saturday, October 23, 2004
A seventeen year old, ADHD kid tells you he wants to die. He's suicidal.

Seroiusly. Does his life rest in your hands? What can I do?

All his phone calls I've ignored? His e-mails? What about all the times I've let him try to wander around the youth group, hoping he'll make his own friends?

What about the stories he makes up? He's known to lie, to make people feel bad. He'll say that people are talking behind his back, but truthfully he is talking behind their backs.

But does that change anything? Suicidal. Take it seriously.

What if because of what I say he runs off and kills himself. How could I live? How do I live with that.

How long can we whipe his rear end? How long do we have to hold his hand and show him around? How long do I take what he says at face value? How long do I tell him that everyone loves him while he plainly denies it?

4:30am

Thursday, October 21, 2004
I would like to draw attention to the fact that it's 4:30am and I'm going strong. That's right. While all you sleep your night away, your precious study hours depleting, I am awake, plotting, planning, studying my plan, to take over THE WORL...

err...

Well, to pass the Doctrine exam, WHILE writing my paper, simultaneously. It's a devlish plan, I know, fiendish at best. But I will excel while you all sleep.

Snooze, you lose.

;p

Title

Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Does a title imply power, responisibility, humility?

Recently I've had the pleasure of playing services in Prince George, and following with us was a man holding titles "Dean" and "Doctor", worshipping next to a guy and a girl with titles "Team Leaders".

It's obvious that in a hierarchy of musicalness that a Dean and Doctor is higher than a Team Leader, as both first titles are officially recognized, and Englishly dignified (this is to say boasted by the English language, dictated by society), and a Team Leader is a made up authority, one which can just as easily be brought down.

I observe all of this as our team leaders did no leading that trip. Nor do they do any of that during practice. In fact, it would seem that our team leaders are not leaders at all, and through no fault of their own.

Do we have misunderstandings of authority and responisibility, respect and titles? Can we construe and misconstrue each others titles for the sake of making them up and adversly breaking them down?

When does a title become a name? When no longer it is seen as something attached to, but more as a part of a person. When does the shift from imposed power to endorsed power happen? And why is this always from the people's view? When will the peoples rise up and annoint an endorsed power?

So the simplistic answer to all of these questions lies in the mouths of those made comfortable by their candy-saturated upbringings, favoured by their governments, favoured by their parents; that it seems I have problems dealing with authorities.

Saturday, October 16, 2004
Surely, some of you have heard the enigma, spoken by Dave, at one point or another, "No! I'm buying slurpee!" Ever pondered its meaning? Ever tempt to fathom its depths? I presnet to you its explination in full, as it was explored apirl of 2004.

No! I'm buying Slurpee!

My trip to college this year has been one of great growth and of great realization. Many of my lessons have included religious and theological learnings, musical learnings, but most importantly womanly learnings. Through a process of continual masochism and in-depth characteristic analysis, it has become obvious that the outstanding and overall philosophical view of woman dealings boils down to the phrase, “No! I’m buying slurpee.” Where did this phrase come from? What does it mean, financially, characteristically, and philosophically?

The story of the great phrase is one of simple matters. A fellow Dave and a fellow Andrew were going to 7-11 for random reasons. This was slightly after a recent trip to Burger King, where four kings of the Kingdom of Blue were awarded crowns. As fellow Dave was walking to the 7-11, a car full of girls said, “Hey, you!” and Dave says, “What?” They told him to come here, meaning to see them at their car. Dave’s answer was one of true depth and enlightenment far beyond human standards. He said, “No! I’m buying slurpee”. Dave inevitably followed the women’s commands, but the phrase resounded as the shockwave of newfound understanding struck all men present. See, the girl simply wanted Dave for his crown as we later found out, and as the nice guy he is, he gave it to them.

It is interesting to note the response time in Dave’s answer. He did not ponder his response for a long time at all. In fact, one might say it was almost intuitive, perhaps native to his thought process.

The first half of Dave’s awesome response is very clear. He says, “No!” This is indicative of a resistant nature. Not only will he not go to the car (which he did anyways), but he is also resistant to the entire species of women. A day spent with Dave will surely land you a hearing of the phrase “Boo girls”. “No! I’m buying slurpee” is a sure-fire way to declare “Umm, get the heck away from me”.

Furthermore, we may note that Dave wishes to drink slurpee over talking to a group of girls. A drink of slurpee costs $1.39 before taxes. A woman may cost, approximately $77,144 (based on the cost of one date per week of $50 for 25 years, the cost of a wedding and reception, wedding ring, and a bouquet of flowers for once a month for 25 years for everytime the guy screws up). It is obvious that Dave is financially inclined, wishing to spend $1.39 instead of the obviously over expensive $77,144.

Lastly, we may see a perhaps counseled effort to keep his mind on the straight and narrow. The prominently quick deliver of the line would almost seem to indicate a prepared line-circumstance delivery scenario. Dave, being prepared to meet girls has consulted the think-tank of woman meeting possibilities, and coined the phrase in advance in order to cut off their militaristic advance before it begins.

In conclusion, may it be forever known that the phrase “No! I’m buying slurpee” is not just a reference to a random event. No. Infact, it is the delivery of the essence of man, revolting against the pulls and ways of woman. This is the greatest lesson learnt at college this year. May it serve many as greatly as it has me.

Growing Old

Wednesday, October 13, 2004
It has struck me; there are characteristics of an old man (not any in particular) that I would ever desire to have. I would like to discuss one.

I desire a quirk. One with meaning, and purposefulness behind it. One driven by friendship and loyalty; discipline and passion. A quirk that needs no explination, carrying its own respect, but having the depth of the ocean of an issue to it.

I say, let me set up a chess board, and have it never taken down. Let there be a friendship so strong, and so loyal, that a letter could finish: "P.S. I'll have the chess board ready", or, "How 'bout a game or two?" The truth is, both parties would know its meaning.

Being an old man, surely, some strange woman that I'd be married to would one day, move it aside on its table for some flowers, or a pie, or some other rediculous old woman thing. And then I could be some crazy old fellow and get really upset about it.

Even so, I could blame being upset on comfort, or tradition, or lack of desire to change. "Its sat there for 40 years, why d'you gotta move it?"

But really, I would only be waiting for my friend. Ready, welcoming, wise and silent, to play a game of chess.

Service is Due

Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Ever pay for something and not receive service?

Like when you go to McDonalds and order two BigMacs and get a Fillet-o-Fish instead. When you ask for the correct meal, the service is complacent, malcontent at best.

Or when you pump the quarters into the machine, and you hear the dreaded *clump* knowing that the machine ate your quarter.

Or when you pay 14.5% tax on everything you buy. I'm still waiting for THAT service...

Or when you pay $200/semester for an internet service you school shuts off for Thanksgiving Weekend, as if everyone has left.

Perhaps there is a way for people to give me money without rendering service. All of you can make cheques payable to Andrew MacGregor. Send it in the mail, those guys at Canada Post know me. Don't call us, we'll call you.

Waking up at 1am

Saturday, October 09, 2004
I'll say, waking up at 1am is great.

Especially if you love your space. Nobody's around. Plus it's thanksgiving. More of nobody is around.

Also quiet. Don't like noise? Try waking up early in the morning.

How about being able to go right onto your own computer. This is a new one, even for me, due to having a new roommate who doesn't have his own.

If you don't like a social life, then waking up at this time is also for you. Even if i wanted to leave this condemned building, I can't. There is a two-tier security system (featuring resident assitant and a security personel) in the way of having to deal with people and their problems and all of those nasty things that a social life brings.

In conclusion: waking up at 1am
sucks
.

Life, How Strange...

Friday, October 08, 2004
Isn't life a strange thing?

In a universe void of life, this speck of sand permits emotion, art, creativity, motorcycles. Is there anywhere else that thees things exist?

How strange it is to have memories of events, people, places. How strange it is that even such things are memorable. And then, even so, to taint our memories with our emotions, experiences, creating a character unique to an individual. This speck of sand within a speck of sand permits tiny variations of some same universal truths.

How deep does this rabbit hole go?

Isn't nothingness a strange thing?

Everything we know, feel, see, all that is sensible lost to nothing, gained from nothing. We cannot even fathom the true depth of nothingness because even as we imagine it, there is a black void, and a black void is still something; not quite nothing. How strage it is to write off everything that we know, experience or sense simply because one day it may happen.

How strange it is, that we are given life, and to us it is everything, but out in the grand scheme of things, it has little value; that to a God who is omnipresent can simply blink and participate in nothingness, blink again and indulge in life.

How strange it is to ponder such things...

Through the Meadows

Monday, October 04, 2004
Down through the meadows
Green and lofty
Full of plain blades
Millions like the others
Walks a gent.
Searching
With his head up high
With nothing to compete against
Save his hopes.
And once did he chance
Upon a flower
Standing alone
In the meadows
Green and lofty
Full of plain blades
Millions like the others
But nay this one's odd.
She plants her roots
Of youthfulness
Firm underground
Not willing,
Not ready
To be taken away.
So the gent continues
With only the
Faintest scent
To remember
That unique one
Through the meadows
Green and lofty
Full of plain blades
Millions like the others.