I dunno why it won't uncentre. Stupid script.

You Are 23 Years Old

23 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Sometimes we don't do things so that others won't know we want to do them.

*speachless*

Courtesy

Nobody wants to smell your stinky crap in the hallway all week.

I do remember Jesus knocking over some tables, however.

You're welcome.

When my owns words do not suffice.
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All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

Gary Jules - "Mad World"

Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does.

The brother in humble circumstances ought to take pride in his high position. But the one who is rich should take pride in his low position, because he will pass away like a wild flower. For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its blossom falls and its beatuy is destroyed. In the same way, the rich man will fade away even while he goes about his business.

Blessed is the man who persevers under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.

When tempted, no one should say, "God is tempting me." For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone; but each one is tempted when, by his own evil desire, he is dragged away and enticed. Then, afer desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.

Don't be deceived, my dear brothers. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of first-fruits of all he created.

James 1:2-18 NIV
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Not only is everyone dealing with rediculous trials today, even now as I type, but even some are dealing with the greatest trials they have ever faced.

Being there myself, I can say, and obviously so, it's not easy to find joy in these trials. Even so, as my prayer and devotion life stinks, to bring my trials to God, where I may expereience rest in His arms, and there find joy is an idea that I just can not attain.

Maybe trials should be joyous because instead of relying on ourselves, we rely on God. However, relying on God means that we have faith and devotion strong enough to do just that, making joy far fetched.

The key? Put away pride. Go to God. He is good. His grace is sufficient for all (thanks Blake!). I have some praying to do.

The mouse has it made.

He gets to run around on four legs. Balance advantage.

He gets to eat cheese all the time. Food luxury advantage.

If he's not running away from cats, he's probably eating cheese or sleeping. Lazy advantage.

He has a hole, where the giants can't get at him. Seclusion advantage.

If he can't get back to his hole, he can probably make a new one, or even hide under a couch. Evasion advantage.

Today, I'd like to be a mouse. A white one, with red eyes. The kind that squints up at you, but really in a smug, wild sort of non-tame way.

The adventurer, aboard a ship whose powers are unknown, reaches his destination. His disembarkment marks the beginning of a trial of unforetold intensity.

After the long journey, he sets out on his horse; his noble steed amongst carriages reserved for those who pertain themselves to luxury. He is careful to conduct himself according to the law, within cultural morality, as friendly as possible for it is all eyes that watch him, not only with observance, but with memory, judgement, and diligence since there are no other new events taking place on the whole if the island.

He is the stranger, his past uknown, but his presence tracked. Who is this adventurer, why does he venture these ways? He is reputed to be of cities whose buildings are magnificant, massive beyond comparisson. Why does he revert to these desolate places?

Such an adventurer should approach with caution; his motives, intents, questions, goals; all should be noble. Heaven forbid he ventures without cause.

A: i'd be all over that right now, like a fat kid on a smartie

B: thats an interesting analogy

A: i try

B: you win a sticker

A: does it have knives on it?

B: um...it has a self destruct sequence

A: uhh... wow. that's cool

A: i'll take that

A:and stick it to...

A: to...

A: something explosive

A: a car

A: and watch it go boom

B: boom is fun

Ever hit something hard, as to make a sound, but after it makes no sound you hit it harder?

But it still doesn't make any noise! WHAT THE HELL WHY DON'T YOU MAKE SOME NOISE?! And it doesn't matter how hard you hit it, it's not going to make any noise.

Instead, the only noise you hear is the anguish robbing your brain of any kind of intellect, no matter how hard you hit your brain with a thought it's completely incapacitated and incapable of making any kind of sentece.

BANG BANG BANG BANG. Perhaps the sound of anguish really is that sound you were looking for, the sound of your forehead on the desk. BANG BANG BANG BANG. Aparently, afterall, you do feel, you are still human, you are still alive.

Oh, what a relief.

I wonder sometimes how people see the world. I know how I see it and it is a damn interesting place, but what goes through people's heads when they see the same things I see. I know that my though patters are somewhat irrational, they dont make sense to most people. For one day I would like to see how some one else sees life. I am sure that would help me to stop being so irrational. This is one of those stupid things that I have wonderd since I was little, its one of the things I think about when i cant sleep.

No, this is no suicide.

Yet, simlutaneously and ironically, a large part of my life will be dead soon. Not to say that some overdramatic part of me would gladly call another oppressed part of me "dead to the world" but rather that a new chapter of my life begins starting now, putting to rest the old.

Some of you may know, and some may guess, January 16th is not only Bacon Day (which I think is not going to happen) but it is also my 20th birthday.

So what's dieing? Teenagehood.

Do we hide behind our age, and blame stupid, reckless things on our stupid, reckless adolescence? I would like to think that many years ago I had matured above stpuidity and recklessness, however, some recent events may prove otherwise. I think that these incidents are a different kind of stupid, and reflect a matured sense of intensity.

In any case, I can look back at what is now history and summarize: I have changed. Of course no change happens overnight, but... entering teenagehood and gonig through it, and seeing over the course of 7 years a new chick pecking out his eggshell.

I have become complacant, caring, laid back, loving, thoughtful, artistic, romantic. Through a series of friends whom I allowed to inflict upon me the pain of change, I have become these things. I don't regret it, they've made me who I am today.

At the same time, some things haven't changed at all. I am still intense, passionate, quick to react, shy (although I hide it well), still play video games, still can't manage money.

I look forward, as I turn 20, to what God has in store for me. The people I will meet, the future of my character. In 20 years will I still be laid back and artistic?

Thanks everyone for making this the most enjoyable 20 years I have expereienced thus far. Stick with me, I think I've got some aces up my sleeve.

Becoming

Of twenty Years
Of love and fears
Stands a man
Without a plan
Character same
Character changed
By friends, foes
God unchanged
With a love
In my heart
Unlike a dove
Do I dart
With the passion
Driven within
The man becoming
Me.

The doorbell.

I had a heart attack.

He wraped the arm around my neck.

It's 2am.

That's nice, but we changed the subject.

Posted some time ago, and shortly thereafter deleted for reasons duely withheld, I present to you:

An Arm's Length Away

The knight ran up the final flight of stairs, armour clinking. His rough boot near tearing the red carpet under his weight. Sword still in hand, he paused, centre of the hall, twenty foot pillars swirling all around him and slouched. His posture now haunched forward, sword point rested on the ground with a clash, he looked up, to the top of the stairs, and down again, to where he had come from.

Behind him, down the stairs is a door, half the height of the room, and beyond that is darkness everywhere, enemy knights slain, bent backwards over railings, cliffs, strewn about as though disaster had struck.

The toils and troubles he had persevered to reach this place were innumerable. The only driving thought: the princess bunkered away beyond the last flight, the last door.

Although he was surely tired from his great battles seen beforehand, his pace was unbearably slow. Fear of success? Fear of the unknown beyond the door? He rested on the last step, with his back to the door.

From within, he heard a voice. A woman's voice. "I'm over here! Come, take me away, my hero!"

His head sunk. What should be his greatest moment is now his hardest. "I am no hero! I am inadequate...Only a monster, a whimp whose shiney armour is but rusted tin." He had only to stand up, turn around and open the door to be on his merry way, but instead, he sat there, everything at an arm's length away.

Today I spent some time on top of the hill where all the cars are parked, and stood quietly, waiting, watching. And as soon as some unknowing prey comes within sights I would stand and make loud noise like "Araiharaigharraaaigh!" but sorta goofy like, and wave my arms around as if I was the cord in a children's tin-can telephone.

Later, Dan Plugboer says "Only MacGregor would do something like that."

In response, all I can say is "YES!" and do the victory reverse punch (you know the one were you make a fist and retract it to your side really fast-like and make the loud "YESSS!" sound, well that's what i'm talking about).

Well folks, this is it.

Sunday, January Ninth.

On this day in the yaer of 2005:

Season premiere of "24", smash TV series featuring real-time events, the total season adding up to twenty-four hours, each episode an hour in that day. Aparently today and tomorrow there are two hour season starters. Does that mean then that there are only 22 episodes?

MSN.ca posts an article relating war to the latest tsunami hit in southern asia, outlining a new problem arising between the Christians and Hindus in Sri Lanka. Aparently a grenade was thrown and some 3 people are dead, but you can read it yourself .

Residence Assisstants from all over are relocating themselves, along with other mere Summit Pacific College students, back to their school to start the spring semester. Some have stayed here the entire time, leaving only for one night. Oh...that was me.

Last but not least, the final post from ranDOMandrew from his own computer for a while, perhaps a long while. In an attempt to slow his gaming addictions, he has bestowed upon another the joy of using his computer. This is to say no longer will he be able to chat hour upon hour on MSN, no longer able to edit piles of .html or .css code, no longer able to waste hour upon hour playing countless video games.

Hopefully this coming semester will bring productivity, growth, both financially, educationally, and spiritually, by freeing up a lot of previously wasted time.

Although I do promise this: each time I borrow my computer back to write a paper, I will create for our visitors here a new ranDOMinion banner! :D

G'nite all.

changed from earlier... but this is way cool.

So I'm surfing out of BOREDOM, and decide, finally, it's time to lift the reserve on the CBOX tagboard for the name "randomandrew". I had originally put it on to safeguard against phonies, but it was reserved to my mom's static IP address in Richmond. So I was administrating the box and came accross this: some tagboard stats! Check it out!

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Tagboard Statistics:

This chatterbox was created on 03 July 2004, at 05:17. That's 188.9 days ago.
There has been a total of 534 posts made to this box. That's 2.83 per day.
Your post frame has been viewed 5251 times.
Currently there are 233 posts being displayed.
The last post was made 14.4 minutes ago.
At the average post rate, another post will be made in 8.2 hours.

Post Statistics:

The average post is 68 characters long, and 12 words long (5 characters per word).
The most common word is the (68 occurrences), then I (65 occurrences).
Most posts are made between 1pm and 2pm (21 of them).
The most prolific poster is randomandrewa, with 56 posts, then karen, with 25.

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Cool eh? hehehehe

My precious little blue can. You're a cute little 355mL. Such a darling little thing.

You were the first to sport the wide mouth, even before the beer cans.

You hold within yourself 5 different ingredients to sweeten up. It's a strange, sweet little darling thing that you are.

You have some cousins in my fridge, I think I will fetch one.

Together you are worth $4.29 at Walmart, the cheapest around, cuz that includes all your silly deposit fees.

Once, I built a Chevy Stock car, from those model kits, y'know, and painted it to match your red white and blue personality. It was quite the car, although now I imagine it's blown to bits.

Little blue can of wonder, I think I'm addicted to you...

Well hello there. I am not Escapoopily, as many of you know. But instead I am here to pass on a message he has given to me, aswell as his picture of the day. He writes:

"Dudes. Sorry I haven't been around much latley. Went on vacation and havn't had many chances to post a Synchronious JPEG file of the day. Here is the latest one. I think it'll be my last cause I can't seem to commit."

All I wanted to do was to remember a good time.

Blessed welcoming, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Random Dominion.

Now, hear this!

The day known to post-roman empires as January Sixteenth will hereby be further known as Bacon Day; a day devoted to the systematical frying of every piece of bacon in a bacon slat to be eaten in that same day, or even to say it is a day of bacon feasting. Patronage is not enforced, but greatly encouraged.

So decrees the King of the Random Dominion.