Tuesday, December 28, 2010

hopes and dreams

screw all that. this year i'm working on goals.

i'm fairly organized when it comes to a lot of aspects in my life, so why not in my brain. i've decided to set goals for myself for this year. personally, physically, mentally, spiritually. in fact, while i'm at work tonight, i'll be working on that. i've never been much of a goals person, so this will be a unique challenge for me. i'm mostly trying not to stare at the top of the mountain from the ground.

what are your goals for this year? what should mine be?


top 5 goals i've ever achieved:
1. drumline captain
2. ran 3 miles
3. I uh...
4. um...
5. ...

see what i mean?

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Double dream hands, y'all.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Do I have NAD?


I'm working the graveyard shift at Holiday Inn Express these days. I was just talking to Kristen about possibly having seasonal affective disorder. She said, "Maybe you have seasonal affective disorder, only the nighttime version. Maybe you have NAD."

I snickered.

So I got into the X-ray Tech program at Augusta Tech. There were 300 candidates and 15 spots. The upside is that in a year and a half, I'll be making good money. The downside is that for the next 18 months, my scrubs color will be "grape." With solid white shoes. Oh joy.

I told Beardyface about this and he laughed. His scrubs are black. Why do OTA's get to have all the cool things? His program is basically arts and crafts anyway. They should make HIM wear grape.

Well I was running three times a week for a solid two months, and then I hurt my knee and haven't been able to get back into it. I had lost some weight, but I feel like I've gained it back. I've got to get going again. I will not survive school if I don't stay healthy. I was feeling really good there for a while. Now I feel like crap. I would probably enjoy night shift more if I were exercising regularly too.

So, school starts January 5th. In the meantime, I've got to get a lot of shots and a physical, a background check, and fill out a bunch of paperwork. Also, the chamber chorus I sing in, Augusta Collegium Musicum, has two Christmas shows in the next two weeks, so that will be a lot of fun.

Here's hoping I can get some more sleep.

Saturday, November 27, 2010


I really like this new template. In fact, I'm quite impressed with a lot of Blogger's new templates. But this one just makes me feel good. So it will be this one for a while.

And maybe...JUST maybe...I'll actually post some things on it.

Okay then.

(PS - I've been working 3rd shift at Holiday Inn Express on the overnight shift, I got into the X-ray Tech program, and I had been running for a couple of months, but I took some time off to rest my knee and can't get back into it. Done.)

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Woo! I'm posting from my phone!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

And God said...

Good job on your Anatomy test, little buddy!

This is your birthday song...

It isn't very long. HEY!

Happy birthday to my longtime friend and brother, former roommate, and guitar legend, Rodger Otero. You may be a month and a half behind me, but you're wiser than I'll ever be. I'm glad to call you my friend.

Monday, May 17, 2010


One of my closest friends in the universe (not to mention my pastor), just wrote a new post on the church website, and I wanted to share it with you. It is heart-wrenching, but encouraging.

Friday, May 14, 2010


In my eternal quest to figure out what the hell is wrong with me (a quest that has been in high gear this decade), I've been picking apart how I interact with people, and why I am constantly angry.

I have been trying to find the deeper meaning behind things. Not just, "I'm pissed because that guy cut me off in traffic," but more of, "I'm pissed because I have an overdeveloped sense of vengeance, and that's going to get me into trouble someday." (Princess Bride? No? Hookay.)

My friend Jeff talks about his kids a lot, and one of my favorite things is that they are not allowed to use the word "fair" in their house. Like it's a cuss, or something. Which I love. I wish he could put that rule on me, too. I've looked at my life for so long and thought, "It's just not fair." Why didn't I turn out like that? Why couldn't I have done that or experienced that? Why can't things have gone differently or better for me? Stupid, I know. But I think we all do it. Look back in regret or remorse at things, big or small, and wonder why they couldn't have gone differently. Maybe it's just me. But I can think of a dozen things off the top of my head.

And is it any wonder? I'm not making any excuse, but we live in a society filled to the brim with victimology. They should stamp it on our money. People sue because they feel they are a victim of some crime (and to make a quick buck). Entitlement runs rampant in this culture, because people feel the need for justice.

I am definitely a product of my mother. My mom is a wonderful lady, a caring, compassionate, giving woman who married three d-bags and raised me for the most part on her own. And I have found that I am more like her than I can ever imagine. Including her feeling like the world is against her and nobody loves her. Now, she knows this isn't true and so do I, but the feelings rise up in the moments when we (the universal "we") let our guard down, when the world is crashing around us and all is lost, in despair. My mom could, and perhaps does, look back on her life and say, "It's not fair." Three crap husbands, two bouts with cancer, working two jobs at 64, on and on and on. Huh. And I thought I had it rough.

I think about my mother and I want justice for her. I want justice when I read about the unfairness going on in this world, when people are swindled of their money, when people ruin other people's lives and get away with it. I get so angry! But do I get angry when I see a hungry man without food? Where is my cry for justice? Better yet, where is my cry for justice when I'm the culprit. When I hurt someone or tear someone down or wrong someone, where is my overdeveloped sence of vengeance then?

It's not there, because I've forgotten that justice is not just for the innocent, but for the guilty.

Justice -
1 a : the maintenance or administration of what is just especially
by the impartial adjustment of conflicting claims or the assignment of
merited rewards or punishments b : judge c : the administration of law;
especially : the establishment or determination of rights according to the
rules of law or equity
2 a : the quality of being just, impartial, or fair b (1) : the principle or
ideal of just dealing or right action (2) : conformity to this principle or
ideal : righteousness c : the quality of conforming to law
3 : conformity to truth, fact, or reason : correctness

- Merriam-Webster

"...the assignment of merited rewards or punishments." Punishments. Justice is brought on the guilty and the innocent alike, and I am a guilty bastard. I mean, I'm not a killer or anything, but I do my part. I judge people, I withhold mercy, I put people down, I write people off.

And I've forgotten the most important part: There's no justice in this world, anyway. I don't mean that in the movie-quote sense, but more in the sense that justice belongs to God. We only get justice from someone higher up who can administer that justice, right? We rely on the courts to administer that justice here in America. But how often does that fail? How many innocent people are wrongly imprisoned? How many guilty people go free? People are fallible.

God is not fallible, and justice belongs to God. You should read the Bible. I did a word-search for "justice" on biblegateway.com. It is chock-full of justice-talk. And it's kinda making me laugh because I know a lot of Christians that would be choking on their words if they read all of these verses. I love this, where Jesus is yelling at the establishment:

"Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You give a tenth
of your spices—mint, dill and cummin. But you have neglected the more important
matters of the law—justice, mercy and faithfulness. You should have practiced
the latter, without neglecting the former." -Matthew 23:23

There's a lot of talk about justice in the Old Testament, but in the New Testament, they also talk a lot about mercy, which brings me back to me. Jesus was sent to proclaim justice to the nations (Matt 12:18), and I deserve his justice. I'm a punk, and I deserve a punk's judgement, but instead, God is merciful to me. I deserve wrath, but God gives love instead. God loves me that much, that I deserve His fist, and I get His heart.

It's time for me to pass that on. To stop judging others, withholding love and asking for punishment.

I'm reminded of a call I got a few years ago. You may remember when Hussein was captured, tried, and hung on television. The butcher of Baghdad, murderer of upwards of 20 million people, getting his just rewards. A friend of mine called that afternoon, a girl who is a dear friend and was at the time learning about God, nearly in tears with an impossible question: "Could Hussein have found God?" She had been watching, and as his body hung there, she felt compassion for him. Didn't he deserve mercy, like we all do? What if someone had told him about God's mercy while he was awaiting trial, and he had sought God? Would God have had mercy on him? Yes, he would have. Can you swallow that? Can you wrap your mind around the fact that God would have mercy on Hitler? Mussolini? Manson?


It's hard for me. It's hard to understand God's mercy on those people. It's even harder to understand his mercy for me. I know my darkest thoughts.


His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

-John Wayne Gacy, Jr. (Sufjan Stevens)

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Chewy bloggy goodness...

While I'm percolating, I've added a few folks on my blogroll I'd like to call attention to.

Hero Worship is one of the blogs done by my buddy Monty. Me and Monty worked together at Organization Automobile for four years, and we quickly became good buddies and fellow avid movie and comic book enthusiasts. I don't know ANYbody that knows more about movies than Monty. Check his site out, along with the others he contributes to.

The other is The Bodie Bunch. Cindy is a wonderful mother to...39?...kids, all but one being adopted. I knew Cindy and her daughter Sarah before she ever adopted the first two girls (I think it was Saray and Deysi first, and they did NOT speak english, which was a first for me i think). And then over the next few years came, in what order I honestly don't remember, Gina and Yolie and Christy and Marcela and I think maybe I remember Joe and Daniel. It's been SO LONG since I've seen these faces. But anyway, Cindy's blog is great. She's made about 600-800 posts per year since '05, and her blog is read by hundreds of people, probably thousands, from all over. She's an amazing lady and mother.

Okay that's it.

Not-So-Mundane Filler

I do have some stuff in the pipe, but while I'm deciding what I want to actually put out in the stratosphere, I just thought of a great top 5. So here goes.

(I thought of this because I just saw another of those Dennis Haysbert Allstate commercials)

Top 5 Shows They Never Should Have Taken Off The Air:
1. Arrested Development
2. The Unit
3. Firefly
4. Studio 60
5. SportsNight

Funny that Studio 60 and SportsNight were both written by Aaron Sorkin (West Wing, The American President, A Few Good Men). Man, he runs hot and cold with the public, but he's my favorite writer, with Joss Whedon (Firefly, Dollhouse, Dr. Horrible) a close second.

This list would most likely include shows like Freaks and Geeks and Undeclared, but I still haven't seen the former, and only watched the latter years later. And of course, if I called up my old roommate Sean and asked him, he would say Farscape, hands down, which, let's be honest, sucked. Here's a good list from MSN.

So, let's hear it. Which cancelled-too-early shows do you wish had never gone down?

Saturday, April 3, 2010

i'm old

i turned 32 today. and because i'm old, i would like to show this clip. one of my favorite moments from Scrubs.


Saturday, March 13, 2010

Is there a CURE for A.D.D?

I've been studying quite a bit lately, but as you might imagine, I get very distracted (like right this second) and can't keep a rhythm going. I'm trying not to procrastinate, but in not procrastinating, I still procrastinate. I'm going to knuckle down even harder next quarter. This quarter I'm taking Algebra, Speech, and Anatomy I, but starting in two weeks, I'll be taking Intro to Allied Health, Anatomy II, and Physics. So far, two A's and a high B in Anatomy. Finals are this coming week. I am panicking.


Alright, enough jabber-jaw. Peace out.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

That's unfortunate...

So, I'm at Panera, studying. There's this country dude sitting near me, kinda red, and his phone just rang. His ringtone is "I like your pants around your feet." Yeah. That's stupid Nickelback song. Well then he says, "oh, it's my mom." >_<

What is WRONG with people?


I live with a couple in my church, and I've lived with them off and on over the last five or six years. And as long as I've known them, they've had one of the best dogs I've ever known. Honey is a yellow lab and former drug-sniffing dog. She has been one of the most loving, protective, and special dogs you would ever meet.

Over the last year, she had developed arthritis, and it had gotten worse over time. In the last couple of days, she had begun to not be able to go outside. Last night, Tom and Debbie made the decision that it was time to put her down, and the vet agreed. Normally, this vet tries to keep the pets alive, but in cases of spinal arthritis, there's not much left to do. Today, me and Tom and Tommy and Dan buried Honey in the pouring rain. She was a good girl, and the house is already not the same without her.

Good girl, Honey.



What's up?

Nothing. You?

Chillin. Where you been?

Here and there. You?


I thought you were dead.

I thought YOU were dead.

Funny, that.


Wanna hear a joke?


Knock, knock.

Who's there?


That's funny.

Friday, January 1, 2010


(not the first year of a new decade. get it?)