its time to write, because its time to sleep

well, i'm just going to speak my mind as always, so here it goes

on the night i turned 21, i drove home at 1am eating chips and salsa, and drinking a diet coke while listening, wait actually, blasting DMB, from Biola College. I'll never forget seeing the open freeway and thinking "This kicks ass"

small fear of mine --- waking up to discover ivy had grown over my legs and chest

my friend dave can do handstands in the spa. sure its totally rightous, but spas are for relaxing, not aerobics

i misspell things alot, but i'm also really stubborn. the two never really conflict with each other. the two never really battle each other. my illiteracy never wars against my stubbornality

i used to clean carpets. one time i was cleaning a spot with a powerful acid on a rag, then shoved the rag in my pocket. it soaked through my jeans and chemicaly burned my thigh. i came to the conclusion that i needed to blame the chemical for being stupid and sneaky

i'll be going to sleep soon, but not before watching at least 30 minutes of ID4. (independence day)

sometimes i find that the solution to problems in my life are usually solved by the people that are already in my life, and i'm just kind of lame for not realizing it sooner. its always the best to trust God, but sometimes you need to put faith in your friends to keep the trust in God. a conversation goes miles, but dishonesty ends up nowhere

my jeep is covered in mud. its been a week. i catch people staring at me and shaking their heads. i love spiting people (spiting - to spite). so i might just go another week as long as tom, andy, taylor, gabe and ryan hodge stop drawing swasticas, racial slurs, male genitalia, and cus words on all my windows in the dirt

jim jam jamin jupiters i'm off to bed

God gave me a birthday present

today, well actually yesterday, well actually today, God straight up gave me a birthday present

and i dont mean like, oh God gave us all a birthday present by dying on the cross, kind of present

for the past few days i've totally been stressing about money. i dont have any, and i need right now. lots of bills

before trying to go to bed saturday night (which proved unsuccesful because i didnt sleep a wink) i finally gave up and asked God to take care of it. i was tired of worrying about the money sitch

after a long night, sunday came with no money to my name, no soon to be arriving paychecks, an empty gas tank and a ton of stuff to do. so naturally, i put it on credit and just prayed that i get money before overdrafts

i'm up at 5, work till 12, go home and eat, leave at 1 and go pick up stuff for this show i was doing sound for at Biola, which i totally thought i was just doing a favor for someone(later found out i was getting paid). i get there and set up and do the show. then tear it all down. done at 1230, right into my 21st birthday. me and this dude chase celebrate

then the dude mitchel (got me to do this whole thing) walks up and gives me a check that covered my gas there and the overdraft fee

It was almost like i heard him laughing when i saw the check, and my jaw dropped

happy birthday to me