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Newborn babies are so ugly. One thing I do wonder though, are their hands are wrinkled up when they pop out because they have been sitting in water for approximately 9 months? Also Matt thinks that pregnant women are cute, especially those in overalls. In fact, if they wear overalls he wants to just hug them so hard that the baby would probably pop out. Which brings me back to how ugly newborns are. I've decided that I will not take a picture of my newborn until they look cute.

God is faithful, through everything He never leaves you alone.

That is all.

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Danny and I spent another late night over pancakes
We talked about soccer and how every man's just the same
We made speculation
On the who's and the when's of our futures
And how everyone's lonely
But still we just couldn't complain.

And how we just hate being alone.
Could I have missed my only chance,
And now I'm just wasting my time
By lookin' around

But ya know I know better,
I'm not gonna worry 'bout nothin'.
Cause if the birds and the flowers survive,
Then I'll make it okay.
I'm given a chance and a rock;
see which one breaks a window.
See which one keeps me up all night and into the day.

Because I'm so scared of being alone
That I forget what house i live in.
But it's not my job to wait by the phone
For her to call.

Well this day's been crazy
But everything's happened on schedule,
from the rain and the cold
To the drink that I spilled on my shirt.
'Cause You knew how You'd save me
before I fell dead in the garden,
And You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt.

And You know the plans that You have for me
And You can't plan the end and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace,
Just to get me to sleep

Next time I get my wisdom teeth out I'm getting a book to read

Allison came over Friday night I think it was, it could have been thursday but I was kinda drugged. Anyways she came over and I opened the door. The first thing she did was laugh. It's ok. I would have laughed too if I wouldn't have started bleeding in my mouth. To explain this to you I looked like the white version of fat Albert. Hey, hey, hey.

When I woke up from my surgery I called the nurse beautiful. Then I think I realized what I said and asked her, "Did I just call you beautiful?" She said, "Yes." Then I asked her if she was the one who did my surgery. She said no. Which to that I said, "That's a relief, I was a little worried because you are the only one in here." After I said some other things that I don't remember, tried to stand and then fell back on the chair and then finally walked out. I remember telling my parents that I called the nurse attractive. Then I said, "The funny thing is, she wasn't that attractive." What does this all mean? According to my drugged self, the only real reason I go to caribou is because the girls are so cute. This may be true. Man, I wish I could get drugged often so I could learn all this stuff about myself that I didn't know.

So I watched tv for probably a grand total of 48 hours in the last 72. And that is a generous estimate. I hate tv, but really it takes so much effort to try to think of something to do that watching tv really is the best thing to do. Today was actually the worst I felt because I went off the meds. The only thing worse than getting off the medicine would have been not taking the medicine only to feel a ripping sensation in your jaw everytime you opened it a centimeter. But it's almost over now, I think i'll be almost back to normal by tomorrow. I'll post pictures of myself sometime in the near future. Kudos to Allison and Pat for visiting me. To the rest of you, you suck.

If I had to pick somewhere in the south to live, I'd pick Texas

Derek Webb. April 9th. $10. Elgin.

Why does the number of posts never go up when I view my profile?

So today. What can be said about today. Today was one of those "I wish that words had never been written down because then I wouldn't have to write them." I had one form of relief this morning. It was my coffee. I went to Caribou in a very good mood because I was doing my taxes and half way through my computer froze. Well this was as good a time as any to go get coffee. Well at the time that I left I was expecting $508 back for my tax return, the sun was shining and I saw my favorite Caribou employee today who has given me the most free drinks and is by far the cutest. So yes, my day was going well except for the fact that when I got back and the computer was unfroze I entered the last data onto Turbo tax and watched my money go from $508 to $33. This was not fun. So of course I was mad and ran to the only thing that could numb my mind at the time. Television. I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew I was watching the "happy trees" guy for about 25 minutes. That guy is so soothing to watch paint. It reminded me of Grant. After that it was back to writing those crazy papers which are due on Friday. I took a small break to start writing a song that has to do with the only thing that I am looking for is the person who can give me what I'm looking for. Hey, that's the best I got. Yeah it was one of those reflective, why am I still single days. But those have been few and far between and for that I am thankful to God. Now at the end of the day, I still wonder why I'm single but it doesn't really bother me right now. It may be because I'm tired and just don't care but I'm hoping that it's God giving me peace. Besides, girls are too crazy to even mess with, I mean, who really knows what they want. Not I, said me, not I.

Allison is probably the only one who will get this

Setting: Earth Science, Geology 102
Time: around 10:15am
Plot: watching a movie about mudslides

That's right. Mudslides. The distributor of the movie of course was the NGA or the national geology association, which I think went extinct sometime around when Jurassic Park was a hit. Or as Filomena pronounces it, Yurasic. But about this movie. What it consisted of was a very monotone man's voice and that's right, you guessed it, classical music. Oh yes, and mudslides, lots and lots of mudslides.

What was so hilarious about this movie was that sometimes the mudslides would have very light, happy classical music and sometimes it would be very loud and ominous. Which led to the obvious conclusion about how mudslides and women are very much the same. Let's just take a look shall we?

1) What I was watching on screen: a muslide going downhill, happy music.

Music stops.

Narrator: "Worldwide mudslides (or women) kill hundreds of people each year and cause millions in property damage."

Happy music.

2) What I was watching on screen: a muslide going downhill, ominous, I want to kill you music.

Narrator: "Some mudslides have a high viscosity and can carry even large boulders down stream even though sometimes they seem very slow and subtle."

So can women. Slow and subtle.

3)What I was watching on screen: a muslide going downhill, happy music.

Narrator: "Not all 'mudslides' are obvious, some downward movement called 'creep' movies millimeters per year. However the important thing is that it is working everywhere all the time."

Women do the same thing, they get their way, even though men don't understand how, the point it that women are always working, everywhere.

4) What I was watching on screen: a muslide going downhill and people trying to catch some of it in a bucket and almost dying, death music.

Narrator: "Those who study mudslides put themselves in great peril."

No explaination needed.

5) What I was watching on screen: a muslide going downhill, the British National Anthem

Narrator: "Some mudslides have non-turbulant natures while others are filled with turbulance, and they can go back and forth between low and high turbulance."

The narrator gave no explaination about how or why some mudslides are turbulant and some aren't. They just are.

You see, this movie was very funny to me. I can ever hear one of the songs now, dadada dadada dada da da da, dadada dadada dada da da da, dadada dadada dada da da da, dadadaaaaaa dada da da da.