Holy crap. Try using the internet, and even writing a blog without a mouse! How about MSN, or video games!?...

Dave and I are currently in the Holdcroft residence waiting for all you BUMS to move your BUMS into the building alraedy. Hop to it!

Also we can help you move in. :D

And Dave has a very large 21" monitor. And it's flat. I helped him buy it. :D

I count my steps wherever I walk...but only when I can't see.

And when I am extremely bored.

Also, I'm eating pizza pops.

Hooray for posting for sake of posting!

P.S. School starts soon! :D

Andrew: When did we get old?

Adam: Old? What are you talking about?

Andrew: Look, we're eating soup, and paying rent and bills, talking about going to school, baking pies.

Dave: We're not old--We're doing it after midnight.

...with the following single thought running through my mind incessantly:

Where does this absurdity end?!

It's two in the morning, on another night of skipped work, and sleep is not an option. The very thing that I strive for and look forward to all day of which I deprive myself for the sake of masochism.

When does this viscious cycle end? When can I rest from the never ending exhaustion of graveyard work, the strive for the bed?

When can I breathe a sigh of relief from the pressures of my peers, my parents, my colleagues, to perform as a student, a minister and an individual? Am I crumbling at the thought of succeeding or am I shreiking from all responsibility?

Why is it that I have begun a habbit of reckless driving? One where in my vulnerability I grow in confidence, pushing myself to believe I am invinsible. Did the Cop know how I felt when he said, "It's not worth it"?

WHERE DOES IT END. Why am I going through this?

What's going on inside of me? I despise my own behaviour. This only serves to confirm my suspicions, that I'm still a man in need of a saviour.

I want to be in the light, as you are in the light!

I want to shine like the stars in the heavens!

OH LORD BE MY LIGHT!

And be my salvation

Cos all I want is to be in the light.

Clearly, life is purely an absurd thing without the direction, and growth, and love of Jesus.

Pray for me, friends, as God tears down these walls I have put up, and builds me up, a character "lacking nothing" as perseverance would have it.

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Post note to the pre-post post: This has lifted a huge burden off of my shoulders since last night. But continue to pray anyways.

Hi guys.

An update: Last week I did VBS with Alicia Newton (of SPC) at Delta Pentecostal Church, mornings from 8:30 to 12:30...after a night's work at graveyard. It was tough but I learnt much and taught much so it was beneficial all around. Other than work, sleep, VBS and eat, I didn't do much else. Didn't have time for much else.

So I understand there is two weeks left before end of summer. HOORAY. I can't wait to put my nose to the book and get studying (LITERALLY). I have big dreams and ambitions for school this year as andrew the STUDYER (or the more commonly known Student).

Sorry for having hid under a rock: it was inevitable. Though now, I have a little more time on my hands. Battlestar Galactica anyone?! :D

E-mail me, some of you?

I have been toying with this idea for some time now.

If an internet radio station existed at SPC, how many people would listen to it? Would it be worth the trouble?

It would exist for the sake of service, and if there is no clientele to serve, then its purpose is pointless. I suppose it could mostly just be fun to do, but I am never enough reason to do anything.

The playlist would compose mostly of any music we have cd's for at the school... We can take requests for this song, that song, even a whole album. We can have weekly talk shows featuring this staff member or this funny guy.

All the client has to do is have winAMP on compy (and this can be later expanded to the ever-included windows media player) and know how to input a url into the program.

Also, we can hook up a thingy to make it play chapel services over the network, so that if you can't be in the chapel for the services you can still listen (great for RA's on duty).

What do y'all think?

Well, well, well. Aren't you all sad now that you didn't e-mail me to come to sushi day?! You should be. And in case you are, I'm going to rub it in. And if you're not, then I will give you seven reasons why you should be.

As the menu says it, some people gathered at Shabusen Yakiniku House to eat tons of SUSHI. I don't know why Jen's looking at the menu; it's written in four languages and she can read neither of them. Looks like James is occupied with something else.

Imagine your surprise: you think you're going out to "sushi" and you find out there's a fire pit in the middle of your table. "What's going on?!" Kelsey was clearly confused. Dave is...Well, Dave is Dave.

Ok, so it's a crappy pic. But it serves to remind us of how easy we were labelled the "stupid white kids", as our table (no names mentioned...) managed to spill tea TWICE within sixty seconds--the second time only seconds after a laughing waiter brought us extra napkins. Seriously.

I really wasn't kidding about the fire pit, though it's more of a grill. See, this restaurant is part sushi part korean BBQ. So they light it up and you throw on raw beef, raw chicken, raw pork and eat it RIGHT OFF THE GRILL. So amazing. Even more amazing, check out that serious load of wholesome fish-on-rice goodness.

Of course I was there. By the time Kelsey had figured out how to use the camera (and obviously not how to delete stuff on it), I'm way stuffed and had forcefed myself half a dozen rolls by then. Our table (no names!) ordered too much food, so we were charged more than the "all-you-can-eat" fee. Aparently, we ordered more-than-you-can-eat.

Of course, no trip anywhere's near downtown is ever complete unless you visit world renoun Stanley Park. Aparently they're painting the Lions Gate Bridge. Why paint now if the Olympics are here in five years? "Hey look, this bridge's paint job is faded. Stupid Vancouver."

Hey! My blog--my shameless plug. Bike's for sale. E-mail if you're interested. James is sitting on it here, and making me very nervous. I don't think I was ever so close to filling my pants as I was then.

So really, next time we go to sushi, who's coming? ALL OF YOU.

I now sit in this chair, slouched to the max. It's a relatively low-back chair, and my head is rested on the top of the back. Yea, it's late...or early?

I've spent the last hour attempting to recreate the layout of the background flower theme in photoshop (since I didn't save the file last time, just a series of pictues) so that I might make ranDOMpoetries look the same. Switz, I give you updated ranDOMpoetries--sorry it took forever. That blog didn't take the new format as easily as ranDOMinion, so it's a bit fritzy. If you notice that things aren't sitting where they belong, e-mail me.

I empathize with my friend Matt Robson, who feels like he should post, but doesn't really want to or has nothing really good to say. I'm alive, folks, just wanted you all to know.

I don't much like the link buttons between ranDOMinion and ranDOMpoetries, but they do the job so they can stay a while until I am again motivated to do things for this site. And I must also "find" an image of randompoet to put him a writer to the site (I haven't forgotten about you).

I will now eat and head to bed. Is my work here approved?

I want my friends back.

I must sell bike.

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