This Old House

I really wish I had Bob Vila to come in and have the fancy introduction he could always give, but I don't. Everything has a beginning. Well...maybe everything. If you watch the video you'll see my house before I started work on it. I want to update it every once in a while. It's kind of neat to watch something transform. This is just the upstairs. I'll focus on the downstairs next. It's really a daunting task, and I don't wish this on anyone; not even contractors.

Hope for bungie jumpers?

Is there hope for bungie jumpers? I have to say there is no hope. Their going to bum a jump off of someone whether you want them to our note. They are people with no fear and they are a bit taller than the average beginner. They stretch over time or they get dislocated joints. I find that sometimes they bite their nails and often they do it while jumping. This would account for the abrasions to the face both in the cheeks and occasionally a torn nostril for the less decisive nose picker. I really think there is a cure. Eliminate bungie jumping. There is a new sport called wungie jumping, but it is too grusome to speak or write of in the English language and mandrin chinese is the only known translation for it's genre of sports. I do not speak chinese. Pray for these wungie or bungie jumpers and write your congressman.

That one time. . .

Do you remember that one time we did that one thing? That was sooo cool. I remember that day because you said hi or was it hey? It was an unforgettable high. Like eating Billy Graham crackers (the boxed kind, nothing racial). We talked for a while and you left in your mode of transporation. Before that, we had only talked a few times using a mode of communication. I don't mean to avoid specifics, but it was all a bit shady in the excitment. I forsee a hard day and a few incredible days ahead for you. Next time we'll laugh about this and probably that using a mode of communication verbal or nonverbal. I really do miss something about you. Drop me a call like the good ole' days.

There and now

Life is a blur. When I was 21 I thought to myself...Self, you could die a happy man. I have done a lot for being 21. Now that I am 28 there seems like there is so much more to accomplish. I recently spoke with a friend and we were discussing the issue of suicide. To so many it seems like a selfish act and at a glance it really is. However people that contemplate suicide are inundated with crazy emotions and a deep loss of self worth. In my friends example he was a teenager and his neighbor killed himself after calling all his friends and family. It was over a girl. Another one of my friends had his friend also kill himself by jumping off of a cliff. It was over a girl. It was obviously devastating enough to want to end their life. I truly wish they could have seen themselves as I do at 28. I really do. There is so much more that's waiting, if some would just give themselves a chance. It's ironic that so many sit in death row and are fighting for minutes to live and so many are willing to give away millions of minutes to just die.

Whenever temptation comes, righteousness is at hand. Whenever absolute impending doom shakes its' fist at us, deliverence is on its' way. You'll never know if you don't try.

ADHD

ADHD has so many benefits to society. I have ADHD and I know how great it really is. To not be ADHD or hang out with someone that has it, is like searching for a specially tainted pickle (STP) in the 50 gallon jar you just bought. You may see the STP once in a while floating, but why chance letting STP be eaten. Snatch up your ADHD people or STP's. You will not be dissappointed.

For those of you who have never experienced an STP, your missing out on the true meaning of life. Try taking a bite. If you haven't yet met an ADHD, sit tight. We will find you and impress you with our special taint.

Eating

Today I did homework. Ate pizza. Chewed pizza. More Homework. Smelled cookies and lit my robes on fire from a candle I was praying next to.

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