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| Greetings everyone. Just letting you all know about my new Xanga site. DamnedFromExistance. Check it out. Peace. | | |
| Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
Disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. they imagine. they heal.
They explore. they create. they inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones,
We see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world...
Are the ones who do. | | |
| You know, alot of people mention to me how well kids relate to me. And they ask me, why is that? Well maybe...and this is just a guess...but maybe it's because I look past their age, accept their immaturity, and treat them like they are adults. Dont you remember growing up and how you just wanted to sit with the older kids and be treated like one of them? You have to remember, when you reject a kid, or even a person, no matter the age, it stings, and isnt easily forgotten. But, you leave a mark in that persons life, include them in no matter who they are, or what they've done, and that's how change starts. In a good direction. But you take that kid who's been rejected, doesnt really have friends because he's different for whatever reason...yeah, he's the one who pulls the trigger either on himself, or someone else. It's way more important than you think it is. Forget yourself...when talking with someone, simply and completely put yourself in their place. You will feel their pain, and trust me, it'll hurt. If it doesnt, there's something wrong. | | |
| I honestly have no idea what to post about. I mean, first of, it's 4:30 in the morning. Who really has anything to say at this time? Do you want me to just list the cute phrases on the front of the Taco Bell sauce packets? Cause, I have a load of them in front of me, and if that'll entertain you, so be it. Whatever makes you happy. Isnt that the whole point of Xanga anyways? To simply entertain you with some completely pointless stuff? As if it doesnt scream that our lives are frighteningly dull anyways if this is what we turn to instead of something of more importance, say, the Bible? I think it's great how the youth of the day will stand up in a church and tell the youth group that they just cant discipline themselves to hold a 10 min quiet time with a God who gave them the very air they breath, no matter how much they work at it, and forget to mention that it's because they're spending 3 hours at a time updating, reading, and subscribing to Xanga. Oh, Xanga has become a religion! Or a drug, your pick of course. I have seen kids flare up at their bro's and sisters because they cant get online to Xanga! When was the lasttime the Bible was fought over? Being convicted of this, I'm limiting myself to using Xanga only every other day, and AFTER I've had my Bible study. I do not expect anyone else to do as I am unless convicted to do so. Because, without conviction, it's simply a motion. You might as well just wave your hand in the air, it does that much good. Peace... | | |
| Austin is going to make me fat. Dont you dare argue with me...
It seems as if I'm eating everything in sight...mmm, a chair...
All out of Dr. Pepper, yes, my life sucks...I'm drinking a sprite. I'd rather drink cow urine out of a bottle...but, there's no cow around...
Do I have anything else to say...mmm...I dont think so. I walked around the mall a little after getting here. That was enjoyable. I plan on getting Batman Begins for XBox...sometime in the next 6 months. Dont get me wrong, I do enjoy Ninja Gaiden...but, at heart, I'm Batman, I mean, come on. Why not Spiderman, you just may ask yourself. I'll answer. I've been bit over 10 times by spiders, but no, none of them have caused me to shoot web out of my wrist nor grow little hairs on my hands...I'm human. So...I must be Batman. Right... | | |
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