tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58105522011-07-14T14:26:05.442-07:00ungo and bungothere's no such thing as too much so cal pride.the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comBlogger701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1168656196985217052007-01-12T18:43:00.000-08:002007-01-12T18:43:17.083-08:00Jonezetta- Get Ready(Hot Machete)the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1096003958332873942004-09-23T22:31:00.000-07:002004-09-23T22:32:38.333-07:00eXpressive: 3/10Practical: 6/10Physical: 2/10Giver: 3/10
You are a RPIT--Reserved Practical Intellectual Taker. This makes you a Love Geek.Heh heh -- you love geek! You are weirdly sexy. It doesn't take people a long time to get to know you, but people *think* it takes a long time, because you are as cool and regulated after a year as you are on a first meeting. You don't tend to date casually --the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1083800400424765522004-05-05T16:34:00.000-07:002004-05-05T16:43:12.700-07:00inhumane
i want something else
to get me through this
semi-charmed kinda life..baby.
blogger is much less catching than xanga. then again i don't know enough html to make it prettier. it's ok. i dont mind.
ok byeethe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1081741981793472862004-04-11T20:53:00.000-07:002004-04-11T20:55:49.856-07:00quick
no slo no fun no smiles no friends
im sad.
forget the past, that's come and gone
look to the future that's where i'm from
the memories are fond but that's no excuse
to fill the void with "so sorry" and "i miss you"s
I'm grateful, to be sure
And i 'm sad, there's no doubt
But i know there's future for you
for me
the details i'm not sure of
the specifics aren't really clear
but it's there,the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1080883612854125252004-04-01T21:26:00.000-08:002004-04-01T21:29:31.296-08:00nigg* please
I find that often there are times when my friends and I are often on the same page despite the fact that we don't speak often or spend time together as much as we used to.
Hoobastank - The Reason
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1080543480517853162004-03-28T22:58:00.000-08:002004-03-28T23:00:34.560-08:00survey says...
i think this is the 1st survey i've ever done. i took it off marge yang's xanga
-- IDENTITY --
- Alias: Tim
- Real Name: Timothy
- Nickname: don't beat me up, tim
- Last Name: Hsu
- Age: 18
- B0RN: 4.20.85
- Nationality: Chinese
- Location: 818 Northridge
- Car: '91 toyota camry 173k miles
- Song: iono something by someone
- Sign: taurus/aries
- Brothers/Sisters: 2 older Brothersthe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1078815887038076452004-03-08T23:04:00.000-08:002004-03-08T23:07:01.890-08:00under the weight of succession
Promises only last until they are fulfilled
And wishes are destined to never come true
Children will be children until their parents pass away
But mothers will love the sons of any child
Promise me you'll be alright
While I wish for your success
You're my precious child
But there can never be another me
Never forget that your ultimate purpose...is to praise God the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1078371042017500002004-03-03T19:30:00.000-08:002004-03-03T19:33:07.186-08:00Doubt Revisited
holes in the wall but no one's there to claim them
cracks in my floor but no one is there to see them
bumps on my head but no one there to touch them
everything's broken busted and barren, and i don't care
righteousness is just a word
holiness is just a term
Christ is just a man
but not me, i'm something else.
opening my eyes takes too much work
raising my hands takes too much the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1078293740419488572004-03-02T22:02:00.000-08:002004-03-02T22:04:29.246-08:00SO FKING TIRED OF MY LIFE AND SHT AND ITS JUST NOT HAPPENING MAN, NOT HAPPENING
Hate is just a word that falls outta my mouth like rain
like the rain that pours on a sunny day when clouds blot out my sky
Hate is just a word that burns a hole straight through and through
like the fire that burns on the beach in a night so bright that light seems...dumb
HATE IS JUST A WORD that i say when i don't the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1078272825776492032004-03-02T16:13:00.000-08:002004-03-02T16:16:08.280-08:00fickle weather
wow. 2000 hits. i'm impressed.
Somehow i think God knows just how to make me feel how my life is going. the weather is gloomy, and undecided, but its so weird. i don't understand how it can be cloudy and clear, but sunny and raining, and still really cold when the wind blows. strange...i feel like i'm being torn into pieces, pulled apart in so many different directions i don't the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1077601510509897992004-02-23T21:45:00.000-08:002004-02-23T21:47:10.716-08:00Up Today, Gone Tomorrow
Sometimes I tell myself to walk away
To forget the old ways and create the new
To forge a path through the unknown and the known
But to keep things new, eternally.
But change is a chain
Bondage to all things novel
Then only that which remains is what keeps you free
and alive.
Sometimes i say that i'm too good to be different
That being me is the best thing that i can dothe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1077079348633850512004-02-17T20:42:00.000-08:002004-02-23T21:23:19.950-08:00A little less me
I don't think you care
Why
Because I don't think you can
Why
Because I don't think you know what it's like
WHY
Because you can't
know what it's like to be me, you can't
know what it's like to go through it, you can't
know me...
Because you won't let me
No, because
I don't want you to
There are alot of people in the world that worry about ethics, about whether what they think orthe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1076986249234218292004-02-16T18:50:00.000-08:002004-02-17T20:18:02.966-08:00bloody noses, bleeding hearts
Everyone has a sad story. But the reason why those stories are sad is because there are more happy stories than sad ones.
If you're stuck in a place that you think is the worst place in the world, you're not alone. if you think that the only way to change your life is to end it, you're not alone. if you think that the only thing in your life going for you is the the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1076820173373792242004-02-14T20:42:00.000-08:002004-02-14T20:44:44.780-08:00PBPGINFWMY
Some people like quick results. Things like 2 day diets, and 1 day face cream, and 1 day yeast-infection cures...and of those three things, only one truly works. So in this world of fast cars, fast women, and fast fixes, there are very few people who expect to wait and wait and wait...and watch the process of a beautiful thing come to life, and the fullness of it. But that's what God the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1076652792728571602004-02-12T22:13:00.000-08:002004-02-14T17:04:52.793-08:00jumping to conlusions
So if you haven't noticed, i've written two poems in a row. and yes, they are my poems and yes, they aren't very good. They don't always rhyme, the meter isn't exact, and the ideas don't always work together in harmony. But if you like them, please! comment! i'd like some feedback and some notes for my next ideas. and if you don't like them you can tell me too, because, the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1076484352167360442004-02-10T23:25:00.000-08:002004-02-10T23:27:39.686-08:00im all drugged up
If I took one day out of a year
And set it aside for you
Would you believe it?
If I took one hour of that day
And made it special for you
Would you receive it?
If I made one minute in that hour
And said it would never go away
Could you leave it?
And if in one second it all went away
And that minute didn't mean a thing
And that hour didn't last
And that day never came
Would the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1075963455944128422004-02-04T22:44:00.000-08:002004-02-05T21:04:17.216-08:00spaces in my brain
I'm kinda not doing anything right now so i just want to write...and think and write what i think and see what comes out.
Somedays are nicer than others
Somedays aren't so kind,
Sometimes are slower than others
Sometimes I just take my time.
Somehow I lose touch once or twice
Somehow I hold on tight,
But now it feels just fine
And now all else fades from sight.
And here I'mthe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1075792217349174242004-02-02T23:10:00.000-08:002004-02-02T23:11:57.013-08:00sensual healing
When you're in a relationship, you enjoy all the tactile sensations of being in contact with someone of the opposite sex. the subtle movements, the graze of skin, the slight static that seems to jump from your finger to her waist, her legs, her face. that feeling of an almost complete union, as close as two separate bodies can get. In some relationships, it goes away quickly, thethe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1075508379150450892004-01-30T16:19:00.000-08:002004-01-30T16:21:15.403-08:00Konstantine
I had these dreams that i learned to play guitar
maybe cross the country
become a rock star
and there was hope in me that i could take you there
but dammit you're so young
well i don't think i care
and if i hurt you
then i'm sorry
please don't think that this was easy
then you bring me home
cuz we both know what it's like to be alone
and i'm dreaming in your living room
the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1075345655136492642004-01-28T19:07:00.000-08:002004-01-28T19:09:09.716-08:00sincerest apologies
These past two days many people from SLO have been calling and asking me to go to winter retreat, and i'm happy to hear from all of you, but i'm sorry that i can't go. I haven't talked to my parents, but something happened today that made me realize that i am not ready to take a break from my work here. I am working, and i have strength to continue, but i uderstand that the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1075257404432500752004-01-27T18:36:00.000-08:002004-01-27T18:38:17.560-08:00Waiting...
Speak in this close communion
Though this hour seems timeless still
I wait for your words that bid me come
Breathe in me Holy Spirit
The will when my tomorrow comes
To follow when this song is gone
So I await the words that you say
I open my life
I am longing just to hear these words
that you say, that you say
Shape me with wordsthe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1074836742200668092004-01-22T21:45:00.000-08:002004-01-23T14:29:12.530-08:00kismet, fate, destiny
Perhaps a lack of "funky love juice" in one's life prompts a reevaluation of their personal preferences and relationships, or maybe it just means they ain't gettin any.
During the course of the last 2 weeks, i've spent more time writing online than i have in a very long time. The last time i wrote this much was probably in 11th grade and for Wilf's AP lit class. But thinkthe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1074743942292966362004-01-21T19:59:00.000-08:002004-01-21T20:00:29.186-08:00happy new year, all you chinks out there
It's chinese new year! an awesome time where little kiddies get litts baggies of big monies. Too bad i'm not a little kiddie anymore. But i still get a little bit of money.
Someday i'm thinking i'll probably have to give out bags of money to little kids too...i hope i'll have enough money to do that. It's like, you never really think about these things the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1074659732501312762004-01-20T20:35:00.000-08:002004-01-20T20:36:58.750-08:00bastardization
English is a "bastard" langauge. It takes a little bit from everywhere, and it gets to make up its own words. I love english.
Sometimes when people say bastardization, it's sposed to mean a bad thing. But in a way i think it's like liberte, the freedom to say no i dont have a father, no i dont have a heritage, and no i'm not gonna do what you want me to do because you think i the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1074568894529407282004-01-19T19:21:00.000-08:002004-01-19T19:32:28.560-08:00"separation" and "union"
I used to be a kid that distinguished religion from lifestyle. A separation of belief and practice. Not too different from lots of people.
So it's like, I have morals, ethics, principle, but it has no bearing on how i live my life, my decisions. They don't go "together"; like religion and life are mutually exclusive terms. But there's not reason to believe that. I the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1074145370354166712004-01-14T21:17:00.000-08:002004-01-14T21:47:16.796-08:00"an ode to sha-ron"
UCLA isn't a place for great minds or great hearts
Nor a place for slow kinds or fresh starts
But it still has a few heads
That keep their place, in their beds
Who have their priorities a little more right
Than those that haven't found "the light"
Some people like sharon.
Some people think of purpose as the way
While others won't give it the time of day
But those who know the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1074058119628924962004-01-13T21:28:00.000-08:002004-01-13T21:29:59.233-08:00friggin' goddesses
Sometimes being single is cool. Sometimes being single is like being on vacation. Sometimes being single is like HELL.
I wonder why i would be any happier if i were ina relationship, and the answer is usually no. Not because i'm incompatible with everyone, not because girls are the devil or i'm so horny i wouldn't be able to be in a relationship that lasted, but simply the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1073963683739411392004-01-12T19:14:00.000-08:002004-01-12T19:16:02.340-08:00be cool, stay in school
I must say, i am missing San Luis Obispo. Being at home, going to CC, it's all good, because i really feel like i can concentrate, be equipped, and be used here, but "dude," i miss SLO alot. All of my friends at san louie too. I miss you guys, dann, nat, cat, my posse. And i miss AACF and all the good people there. good peoples. Well, that's my little shout-out for the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1073457472508156702004-01-06T22:37:00.000-08:002004-01-06T22:54:17.793-08:00some encouraging words from our sponsors
Due to a lack of comments and a overabundance of undertalk, i've decided to "lick more and suck less" as it were. So i'm gonna do a lot less posting and a lot more writing.
Which doesnt really mean much of a change anyways, huh? being at home isn't half bad. Even tho my days seem alot longer, i can barely remember what i do in each day. And now that the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1073180107010373572004-01-03T17:35:00.000-08:002004-01-03T17:36:16.450-08:00arrrr, i'ma pirate
I really love Pirates of the Carribbean. such a great movie. and i love johnny depp too. a crazy actor.
If you haven't already read my info on AIM, i've decided to stay home this quarter from SLO, since i did really badly in school, and i'm a really bad person who has a lot of things to sort out before i go back, so i'm gonna stay home and try my best to do that. I'm not the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1072766221299010812003-12-29T22:37:00.000-08:002003-12-29T22:38:05.873-08:00guaranteed success
I've tried too hard to let you simply walk away
And lied too much to make you stay
But inside I feel it being drained away
Like a wound, fresh with decay
On the surface, life seems...okay
Until you notice, there's still more to say
But I can't make you stay, anyway.
Can't really know if you'll understand what I'm about to say
But say will say, and say them anyway
I've lost the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1072586825250607072003-12-27T20:47:00.000-08:002003-12-27T20:48:07.606-08:00learning the ABC's
the past two weeks at home have been alot more enjoyable than i had hoped, thought, wished they would be. and i guess that's a good thing, since i wasn't expecting to have much fun here. But I have. I just go back from retreat, and blah blah blah blah and things just seem to be the same old sme old. the same problem come up, and my parents still have the same problems, and i the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1071972920537901812003-12-20T18:15:00.000-08:002003-12-27T20:23:22.280-08:00SnowDaysSLODaysNoDays
Mammoth was great. For those of you that couldn't/wouldn't go, YOU MISSED OUT!
The Would You Be My Friend Game:
as always, i remain, the only one without friends.
Karaoke Revolution:
as always, Tim Ahn remains, the choir boy from the bosom of norcal.
Snowboarding:
I really don't know much about that.
From what i heard, a good time was had by all. and for those of you that the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1071173166228487172003-12-11T12:06:00.000-08:002003-12-11T12:06:52.983-08:00groovin'
I have 3 words for all y'all out there:
I
Love
Dancing
and if you beg to differ, i can't help but disagree with you. We had a HOUSE PARTEE at Dave's place yesterday, which was SO good after over hour and a half of ballroom dancing (SO good) and topped it off with Michael Jackson videos (SO GOOD!). And now that finals are over. we can really get started. man. i'm so excited. going the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1070784111831828222003-12-07T00:01:00.000-08:002003-12-07T00:03:55.403-08:00aacf winter banquet 2003
What a GREAT TIME! where is the love? the love is in AACF FO SHIZZLE! hahaha. anyways. details details right? actually, not too many details. it was just a great night, praising God, showin love, and just being able to spend time with my brothers and sisters in Christ. i love you guys.
I was especially touched by eddie's testimony (not to say that nat's didn't touch methe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1070487888917147312003-12-03T13:44:00.000-08:002003-12-03T13:50:56.436-08:00And we're at it again..
So why do we do it? Why do we continue to fight? To struggle.. do we believe we're fighting for or towards something? What is it? Do we even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes/no? Could it be.. for love? All of these are illusions my friend.. illusions. Vagaries of perception. They are the temporary contructs of a feeble human mind, trying desperately to Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10515967553809703923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1070357813397761832003-12-02T01:36:00.000-08:002003-12-02T01:37:30.420-08:001000+ hits! finally!the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1070357685038735432003-12-02T01:34:00.000-08:002003-12-02T01:36:21.390-08:00Nighttime = Mytime
Thanksgiving weekend was awesome! I got to see all my buddies from home, hs buddies, church buddies. And my brothers, my brothers. I had a blast. All I can say is thank you guys, thank you because even tho some things didn't go completely as planned, or maybe some people flaked, or maybe we just didn't get to do all the things everyone wanted to do, we all had FUN. And a damnthe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1069582351788778882003-11-23T02:12:00.000-08:002003-11-23T02:13:00.280-08:00reviewing the past
write for health write for wealth write to make your life more bearable.
Thanks to all those whoever gave a shit about me, thanks to everyone who i never took the time to acknowledge thanks for all the help i've received and given, thanks for the spirit that resides within me. thanks for the grace i have, for the mercy i've shown, for the mercy yet to be shown to me. thanks the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1069468255503873942003-11-21T18:30:00.000-08:002003-11-21T18:31:22.390-08:00the nitty gritty
For the most part, sex is confined to marriage. It's actually true. While there is rampant premarital sex and adultery and fornication and whatnot, sex is commonly seen as and reserved for married couples. Which is odd, if you think about it, since all human beings have the capacity for sex. So why is it reserved only for married couples? Is it because it's volatile? Because the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1069292749848926522003-11-19T17:45:00.000-08:002003-11-19T17:48:28.810-08:00understanding each other
From a cat's point of view, i think people would be really really idiotic. The way cats see things, it's simple. if it moves, catch it. If it bothers you, move away. If it tastes good, eat it. If it's fluffy and looks alot like you, it's probably yours. But humans don't always do that. we eat all sorts of nasty stuff, endure all sorts of pain and torture, sit around and the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-106889872095102782003-11-15T04:18:00.000-08:002003-11-15T04:19:18.543-08:00We know, based on common sense, that inadequate sleep makes kids more moody, more impulsive, and less able to concentrate.
ANd here i am at 4am doing decreasing my abliity to focus and function as a normal being. I love the hectic lifestyle of college.
Anyway. I'm writing now simply because i don't feel sleepy. Also thinking about all the changes that have come about in my life. How being with the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1068800590249888982003-11-14T01:03:00.000-08:002003-11-14T01:09:33.280-08:00the fallibility of the fallen
There are many times where you just can't ever know what someone else is thinking. And it doesn't help when you have hopes and expectations on what they do. While i've argued many a times that expectations do not dictate emotions, i've often found myself in those positions too. Where, if you want a certain thought, feeling from someone, you act accordingly. and if the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1068430548217556342003-11-12T20:32:00.000-08:002003-11-12T20:34:12.900-08:00the healing process
Recovery is like gaining back what you've used up. not really getting any more. THe past few days have been reall yhectic, and i've used up a whole lot and i'm in the process of recovery. But unfortunately the world does not stop and allow us to recuperate in peace. it forces us to continue to expend and recover at the same time. then we just have to conserve. and the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1068140048892716822003-11-06T09:34:00.000-08:002003-11-06T09:34:06.980-08:00assuming that i have very little to live for
More physical activity > more hunger > more sleep > less time > less class > good times.
Sometimes i wonder about the legitimacy of college. Sometimes i wonder whether or not the people here are actually in it for the students. Sometimes i wonder why i even wonder about crap like that.
Giving your all in a situation necessarily requires one to go the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1067758986758961602003-11-01T23:43:00.000-08:002003-11-01T23:46:06.450-08:00My first sincere prayer
I know i talk alot about the days and months before i came here, but it's only because they meant so much to me. Those were the last days I spent with my best friends, my closest friends, the people i felt i had grown up with. Those were special days. Those were days that i spent with myself, those times when i felt most alone, least loved, and least worthy to lead the the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1067473109333098442003-10-29T16:18:00.000-08:002003-10-29T16:18:27.203-08:00i baked some lacakdaisical cookies, want some?
It's been a good two days since i last blogged. I think this is a good rhythm.
About home: i brought back alot of junk food which i have in my refrigerator, and it makes me very happy. besides that, i didn't bring much else up, but thats alright.
Lately classes have been getting less hectic, especially since my first wave of midterms is over. I the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1067239333524179322003-10-26T23:22:00.000-08:002003-10-26T23:22:13.056-08:00not to say that i'm Perfect
I went home this weekend. and i had fun. and i got to see my peoples. I miss my peoples.
There are times in your life when you think you can't ever get better, you can't ever change at being who you are. It's like a phase that your mind goes through, believing that you're too solid, to stupid to change. But stupidity is a disease that only infects those unwilling to the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066982707910981692003-10-24T01:05:00.000-07:002003-10-24T01:22:56.390-07:00living on borrowed grace
I don't like to write about depressing stuff, but just this once. it might turn out that way (sorry steve).
I know that when i came here, when i got accepted to this college, it definitely wasn't my fault. Or my skill. I knew, I know that i got in because of God's grace, and my parent's nagging. I know that i'm in this place not beacuse i was good enough, not because i the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066954643268650022003-10-23T17:17:00.000-07:002003-10-23T17:19:08.496-07:00Don't perpetuate the hate, homie
Stay away from moody depressing music. Especially when you're not depressed. They set the tone and bring you down, dude. Isn't it amazing? Music has such an affect on our everyday lives.. sometimes we don't realize it. I was reading my psych book when Everyone Leaves by Mortiis started to play on the winamp. It's a very powerful song, full of low, haunting soundsLuishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10515967553809703923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066899093440877572003-10-23T01:51:00.000-07:002003-10-23T01:51:32.886-07:00fascination with the unknown
you learn something new everyday...
KuTiEaNgL6:and the learning goes on online
KuTiEaNgL6:not in the classroom
I find it odd that people find Christianity fascinating. When i hear some poeple say, "really, is that what you believe?" "Jesus said that?" I think to myself, duh. I mean, of course that's what we believe, that's what he taught, that's what i practice. the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066802261466297772003-10-21T22:57:00.000-07:002003-10-21T23:00:25.963-07:00I'm so soore...sooo soooore
JiNR0HRoH: first of all there's this girl joyce that i sorta had a crush and i knew she had a crush on me in 6th grade, but she has bf. Then in 3rd period there's this philipino girl that has a BIG mustache and she likes me EWWW...but she thinks that i like her which is a LIE... i dont.
JiNR0HRoH: and crystal told me about that again at lunch cuz she found out about itthe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066766089197815362003-10-21T12:54:00.000-07:002003-10-21T17:32:13.080-07:00gearing up for another day
I think staying out late has proven to be quite detrimental to my health. I meant to wake up at 10 today, wash my bedsheets and pillowcases, but unfortunately, I couldn't pull myself out of bed until NOON. And now I have class in about 10 minutes. whoopie-doo. So my sheets remain as they were, in whatever condition, (because I'm afraid to actually go and find out if the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066629226446026862003-10-19T22:53:00.000-07:002003-10-19T22:54:04.286-07:00Proving the masses wrong
I can't seem to wake up early enough to go to church. It's just soo hard. Especially when your entire body is sore and tired from a lack of sleep and 4 hours of football the day before. I hope you can understand, because my body still doesn't.
Anyway. the rest of my day was pretty uneventful, as days go. I actually studied for my reading quiz, read macbeth, and decided the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066439505153217822003-10-18T04:06:00.000-07:002003-10-18T04:06:36.736-07:00a lack of flirtatious people in my life
Not to say that i'm a shallow shallow dog that revels in the game of flirting, its just that, i miss the casual flirting that i used to be able to do with my good friends. but that comes and goes anyway. and as good friends in a way that's the only reason why we can be casual. So i guess it really isn't much of an issue.
I had a thought earlier today. It the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066442686943955102003-10-17T19:04:00.000-07:002003-10-17T19:24:34.830-07:00looking at my face, I think I may be lost in place
Something is definitely not right when everything seems to be great. Everything's great. Stellar. Yet, my mind gets in constant state of flux. It's not supposed to be happening. New environment: check. New people: check. New experiences: haha why not. I need to get to the bottom of this... feeling, that just drips down at me, one drop at a time,Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10515967553809703923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066335659114806032003-10-16T13:20:00.000-07:002003-10-16T13:20:59.046-07:00I'll never know what it took, until I've gotten through it
Yesterday I didn't go to bed till like 3...After showering at 2:45.
I was supposed to watch finding Nemo (for the 1st time) on tuesday, but people flaked and me and jess were like, nahhh. So he went to the library and I went back to my room to do some reading, since I'm really behind on all my classes. Then we were supposed to go to thethe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1066120141073437212003-10-14T01:29:00.000-07:002003-10-14T01:30:41.496-07:00Intentions are misleading
TOday was fun! wanna know why...?
WEll i had a theater midterm which wasn't too bad since i had stayed up til 1am the night before studying with my buddy, the RA, heather. Good thing too, cuz i had no notes of my own :). We had cinnamon toast crunch cereal bars, which definitely helped with the staying up late bit. aNyway. So i'm taking the midterm right, and then i the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1065912460961477732003-10-11T15:47:00.000-07:002003-10-11T15:48:54.010-07:00steve says i'm not funny
My roommate is a funny guy. he keeps the curtains closed because all he does is bum around in the room and doesn't want people walking by and being like, "what the hell is that boy doing in his underwear?" and then he actually scared one of my friends when she saw him in his boxers in the bathroom. her fault for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. besides i the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1065864032557361452003-10-11T02:20:00.000-07:002003-10-11T02:20:32.416-07:00i am so unwitty. i am so unfulfilled. i am so lost. i am so dead meat.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahathe sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1065863131109096592003-10-11T02:05:00.000-07:002003-10-11T02:05:31.176-07:00is it late or is it just me?
it's late.
I have a meeting tomorrow. i'm in hall council and tomorrow i fulfill one of my many duties as a Wing Representative of Shasta Hall. I'm looking forward to it. i'm looking forward to sleeping through it at least. i'm going to sleep with crummy gel in my hair and a new haircut to boot. i still haven't been able to discover new chicks. good looking chicks. the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1065513172993303932003-10-07T00:52:00.000-07:002003-10-07T00:56:28.253-07:00pointing to the things that don't exist
Sometimes you get down in the dumps and feel like you can't get out. sometimes you think everyone else in the world is doing better than you are. and sometimes. sometimes you realize that its all just a big lie. and that your sense of failure is entirely your fault. because you're not living up to your expectations. because you're not taking the time to the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1065079545463352772003-10-02T00:25:00.000-07:002003-10-02T00:26:17.533-07:00Poo poo on me for being antisocial.
Today my roommate said something i haven't heard in a long looong time. and it brought back memories. *tear
"Tim, you are such an asshole."
and man, is it still true. more true than ever. for the first time i've done something i expected myself to do. i did something that i usually do. i was ME and it was great. and people recognized it right away. and i the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1064900291062776552003-09-29T22:38:00.000-07:002003-09-29T22:38:10.826-07:00happy birthday james. finally legal, neh?
So my brother turned 20 yesterday. and today my brother away from brothers, james, turns 18. i hope you're excited my freng. 18 and 20 are big numbers. i remember when we talked about how our families were a little coincidental. your brother had his birthday in april, mine in april. youin september, my brother's in september. i think it'll stick around the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1064864501002545092003-09-29T12:41:00.000-07:002003-09-29T12:41:40.550-07:0020 minutes til class.
This weekend was actually really fun. I think in college you really have to start choosing your friends, who you want to spend time with and what your values really turn out being. It's a little weird, because i'm not one to define myself. and im redefining myself constantly. but now, here, in order to succeed i need to find and adhere to the person i want to be, and want the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1064430908507796992003-09-24T12:15:00.000-07:002003-09-24T12:16:45.396-07:00sleeping in never did anyone any good.
One of the many many things im learning at college is time management. along with hw and the importance of homework and the fact that i have to do homework everday to keep up. seriously, if you guys see me now you would never beleive the stuff i'm doing. studying, mostly. and not blogging as much. but that goes without saying, i realy don't have as much the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1064134788549468402003-09-21T01:59:00.000-07:002003-09-21T01:59:48.670-07:00I'm needing more time.
If you've noticed, i haven't blogged at all for the past few days, almost a week i guess. I apologize. I have not been myself lately, and i'm actually enjoying it. now that i have no one breathing down my neck, now that i'm in free, liberated surroundings, i find it hard to suddenly be the person i believed myself to be. i guess it's because everyone around me helped me the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1063781954986745762003-09-16T23:59:00.000-07:002003-09-16T23:59:34.653-07:00another day, another dollar.
These days are so long. and it's good i guess since classes start next week and this week is supposed to be pretty chill. I haven't been online much, since i haven't been in my room much, but i haven't gone to any parties yet. :( and i have yet to meet any attractive girls, but i've seen plenty. I'm hoping to gather the guts to just start approaching random people.the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1063597543635906152003-09-14T20:45:00.000-07:002003-09-14T23:13:36.246-07:00sometimes its best just to say goodbye.
Today was better than yesterday, because now that my parents have left, they really have gone. God i feel so good. and free. and happy. And i feel like i'm still at home, and that's what counts the most. But i know things will be different. when my parents left i had a feeling that i wanted them to stay, just a few miles away. because that's what my the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810552.post-1063518352535441242003-09-13T22:45:00.000-07:002003-09-13T22:45:52.566-07:00what's up with the weather?
SO i got up here today. and it aint so bad. i'm pretty happy. I'm glad i got to spend time with the homies, especially that last night before. And thanks michelle :).
So i have this nice, roomy room and a TV from my roommate and my computer up here. and i think its all good. things are all good on the homefront too. my parents seem ok and theyr happy too. it makes me the sonicblastoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08625727227111105930noreply@blogger.com