"Well I know it will be alright, if I just get on the road. If I run I can free my troubled mind."

Life has been tough the last couple weeks. The back has been bad, got 3 papers and 4 tests within 4 days, I announced two people were dead at church and they really wern't. So then yesterday, the pebbles came back again for round 2. I will spare you the details just in case Kato is eating a sandwich. Anyways, had the pebbles in the morning. I went to the Depot to get a paint filter, captured about 40 rock babys to bring into the doc, went to class, then went to get my blood tested. When I got back, I realized that I they kept my doctor's information.

I tryed calling the blood guys today and they lost the info and could only tell me he was on Watson street. So after class today, I decided to go looking for the doctors office. All I had was the name of the street and a handful of other streets that I might have taken there the first time I went. I left at 3:30 and chose to go down Manchester. I drove about 3 miles until I realized that the office wasn't on Manchester, but off of Hampton. Instead of asking directions, I decided that I could find it myself. I drove for another 15-20 minutes and explored the suburbs of south Stl. I finnaly found Watson and headed south. I drove for another 15 minutes till I saw a Kohls.

I stoped and bought a tie and a shirt for 7 bucks. I asked the clerk if she knew where a Home Depot was. I told her that I was looking for a doctor's office that was near a big building, possibly a Depot. She asked me what the building looked like and I told her I had no idea of the building's description, name, nor any information on the Doctor's. All I knew was that I had something to drop off at a Doctor who was inside a building on Watson, and that building was somewhere near a bigger building and a fastfood place. (Just for the record, Watson is longer than 28th street.)

So she gave me direction to a Depot. I drove another 6 miles south on Watson, came to the Depot and realized that non of those buildings contained my doctor. So I turned around and went the other way. I passed the street that I turned from and kept my eye open for a big building. I started looking for a walmart and a Burger King. After about 30 different big buildings, I came across a Target and a Mc Donalds. I thought I must be near. I drove another 10 blocks until I noticed that the street name had changed. So I doubled back and found the stupid L shaped intersection that screwed me up.

I was looking for one of those large mirrod-glass buildings. After coming to the end of the street, I realized that It must have been the big Brown brick building that I had passed 10 mins earlier. So I turned around and got there 5 mins to close. I gave them my rock babies and was about to leave, when I though maybe I should get their card so I could find my way back the next time.

Noe one would think that such a long drive would have been horrible, but it was the most fun that I have had in weeks. It felt like I had just got my driver's licence. I din't know what the heck was going on. It took me 2 hrs to make a 10 min trip. I got to listen to Van Morrison's days like this and Coldplay's a rush to the head. It was 74 degrees out and sunny. After all that, I didn't even care that I had rock babies the day before.

I took something from him every time we met!

For some reason this got in my head today. Since Old Kato is right about me not posting too often. I thought I would give you something real authentic.

One day when I was working at Wards, I was trying to sell a television set to this couple. As I was talking to them. They allowed their child to run up and down my isles with his hands on my sign tracks, separateing, knocking off, my 4 peices of signery that was designated to each item. When he came near me, I would stop talking to the parents and tell the kid to please not do that because I had to straiten them afterwards. He looked at me and raised up his little jiggly puff toy and shook it in my face, then scowled.

Some days you just give up on the principle of the thing and just go with the flow. So, I rearanged all my signs, while I was helping the couple. Again, the kid came down and messed up one row of my signs. I said, "hey" really loud and asked him not to do it. The mom finally looked up and said the kids name....Once! After that, he proceeded to mess up the rest of my signs, all the while twirling his little Jiggly Puff around his head in a little victory dance.

I don't remember if the people bought the TV or not. With the way life was there, they probably didn't. Soon after they left, I went back to straighten my signs. I noticed something pink on the ground. It was that stupid little kid's Jiggly Puff. I snached it and threw it behind the counter. About 15 mins later, the kid comes back. I was done with my signs and was pretending to straighten up things behind the counter. I look up and He is standing there, calm as can be. (It took a little sorrow to mellow out his @$$ I guess.) He looks up with tear filled eyes and says "Say mister, have you seen a Jiggly Poof toy around here?" I reached my hand under the counter, palmed the "Poof," and held it close to me behind my back, just so I could feel victory a little closer. I said to him, "Son, I don't believe I know what a Jiggly Poof is..."
He iterupted, "It's my favorite toy. It's pink..."
I interupted, "Never Saw It!"

There is a lesson here. Be a good parent and your kid's favorite "Jiggly Poof" won't end up hanging as a trophy in some salesman's basement.

A new one!

Well, not an actual "New One" new one, but he's been stained with easy cheese enough to be close. It is Tiffen. He is the new add of the wee....whatever. He is the new add.

Sometimes it seems like everyone's against you

I want one that would go to taco bell with me

journey

Well, I am leaving this dirty town. It will be a hard Journey, but I am ready to go home.

Stringed

Pebbles

I woke up this morning and felt a little strange. I didn't get much sleep last night, so I did not think to much of it. I stumbled around and got the things I needed to bring down to the restroom for a shower. At that moment I decided I had to pee.

Now at the urinal, I proceeded and soon was under the impression that, although it looked like liquid, I was actually peeing molton magma. No big deal I thought. Must be a little dehidrated. With that thought in my head, all of a sudden I realized the flow had stoped but I still felt as if I was urinating. My God, something was blocking the passage way. I didn't have enough pressure to get it through. I realized I had a prostate infection and was once again experiencing the worst of it.

After drinking 64oz of water, and 35 minutes later, I was finally able to push the pebbles though. Another 49oz oz of water, and 4 hours later, I now feel violated and drained.

Ha! I should have thought of this long ago.

:-? I tried making that face. It didn't work

Hello, this is my giant link. It goes nowhere. It just appeared when I started typing.

I just thought that I would post a little heads up for y'all. I am going to be home sometime next weeekend. I am going to shoot for friday the 17th, but I since I have at least 10 papers to write before then, as well as a few take home exams, I might have to wait till Saturday or Sunday. Either way, I will be home until the 4th.

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This one was fun

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Today, I thought I would tell you guys about one of the classes I am taking. It might seem a little arduous to follow along, as the subject matter is a little complicated, and I probably will not do it justice, but if you do, there will be a treat for you at the end ouf your literary journey.

One of the classes that I am taking is "Biblical Hermeneutics." Hermeneutics is "the study of the principles of interpretation." More plainly put, it is less of a "how too" theory as it is a "this is actually what one does when he interpret a text" theory.

According to my professor, there are three ways to interpret a text. The first is Level One interpretation. Here the reader interprets the individual signifiers "words" within its context, while matrixing it with other occourrence of the signifier in order to reveal the meaning in that partucuar use of the signifier.

The second level of interpretation happens when one interprets the deeds evoked by the signifiers in the story. An example my instructor used was Christ walking on the water. This deed indicates that Christ was more than an ordinary human being.

A third level of interpretation deals with reconstructing the aspects of the author from reading how he goes about writing and what he focusses on. An example of this would be people thinking that Luke was a physician because he focused his account of the Gospel more on Chist's healing ministry than the other Gospel writters. Another example would be the idea that Matthew's intended audience was the people of Judea. Scholars think this is the case because he focuses more on fulfilled prophcies, of the Old Testament, than any other author. Though exceedingly more complicated, this is the gist of hermeneutics.

Well, here is where the fun comes in. My Prof, Dr. Jim Voelz, is one of the most intelligent and articulate people I have met. Reading his book is like reading the most difficult of philosophy in both vocabulary and breadth of sentences. When returning to the subject of Level 2 interpretation, he repeatedly stressed the importance of recognizing when someone is doing this and learning to do it correctly yourself. In doing so, he said this "I want you all to come away from this class with one thing. I am hoping to equip all the students in this class with the Vorperal Sword of Level 2 interpretation."

That's right, my seminary Prof said Vorpearal sword. Needless to say, it took me a few days before I could concentrate in the class. Everytime he started to talk, I envisioned him behind a Dm screen and I would start daydreaming about DND.

The add of the week

I realized a week or so ago that I never added anyone else's blogs in my links. So, I will weekly add a new person to my blog until everyone is up.

This week's addition is the goodeargirl, the rest of you might know her as stmarys7. Why did I choose to call her goodeargirl you ask? If you didn't know, Stmarys7 is an ear aficionado. I mean, she ranked that bad boy above and gave it a good score. I tried other names such as "protector of Pheesh's hamburger hole" but all of them were too long or had bad connotations.

So, congratulations goodeargirl you are the add of the week

I love NES

I don't know what I did with life, until this moment

In memory of Cy, my favorite kitten

In the words of Don Mclean "The world was never meant for one as beautiful as you."




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I feel like I can talk about it now

Smelly hotels+migraine=bad

Smelly hotels+Migraine+"The Son of the Mask"=Unbearable

Babypopper

Due to crazymom's touching post, I decided to help her in her endeavor to feel normal.
Crazymom, congratulations! You have just been added to my links. The masses who check my blog daily, hoping against hope that I chose to post, will now find you. Your the best CM, the best.

Can you smell it? I still can.

Last night I was hit with a horrible migraine while driving back to St. Louis. It was one of the few times in my life where I actually had to pull off the road from fear of death. I stopped at an Arbys that was connected to a gas station. I could barely stand long enough to wait for my sandwich. After realizing that everybody in the resterant was looking at me funny, probably because I was about to pass out, I decided to go to my car. After I stumbled to the Hundai, I looked up and everyone was staring out the window with worried looks on their faces. I ended up moving my car to the back of the building, slammed a Rockstar and took an Alive.

After reclining in my car for 4o mins, I felt a little better and decided to drive. A few minutes later I was feeling sick again. I drove another 15 miles and stopped in Springfield at the first hotel I could find. I was hoping to find a Motel 6, because of their low rates and clean rooms. Instead I found an Econolodge. It was the same price that I saw on the Motel 6 signs. I figured same price same quality right?

After drooling at the counter for what seemed to be an eternity, the receptionist gave me my key. I went to the car, got the one bag I needed and went inside and around the corner. A think wind of what smelled like Sweat and Curry seasoning almost knocked me over when I turned the corner to the rooms. Strangely, I couldn't smell it when I was at the desk.

When I got to the room. It smelled fine, at first. I collapsed on the bed, after inspecting it closely. While laying there, I kept on getting this whiff of B.O. I smelled myself...Clean. I smelled the bed...Downy fresh. It was like the walls were cupcaking me. I went to take a piss, and the fan in the restroom wasn't working. I kept on hearing a weird sound coming from the vent. Weird smells were whafting from it.

The rest is just to terrible to say....

I knew I was meant for big things

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