Take In Forgiveness; Everyone Deserves It

Okay, despite a similar post written nearly a year ago, I am serious about getting a cell phone. Although, now I have changed the details a tad. I don't want a plan. The cheapest is Sprint and that is $30 a month. I need that money. I would like to only hear from people who have pay-as-you-go or pre-paid time cell phones. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Please and thank you.

Hearts Once Nourished With Hope and Compassion

Calling all New Orleanian cellular phone users (pun intended). I am interested in getting a cell phone. Please share your opinions on which plan is the best, what you have and/or your likes and dislikes. Also, please share the advantages/disadvantages to signing a contract versus the "on-the-go" phones. Anybody who has a phone can share their input, really, but I mainly want to see how service is in New Orleans. Thanks.

"How the girls can turn to ghosts before your eyes"

Hi, how are you? I am fine. I wanted to take a second and thank everyone who contributed to making my 26th birthday a very memorable day. Thanks for the emails, phone calls, My Space comments, cards, and gifts. It is much appreciated.

I also wanted to mention a couple things. As I get older, I tend to try newer things or do stuff that I haven't ever done before without much resistance. It's not that I'm trying to become more adventurous or anything. I guess I'm just not as worried about things as I once was. Shoot, maybe things come to me with more ease now. Two things: The other day, I bought a new pair of jeans. However, this time was different. The section I chose to shop in was the ladies department. I bought a pair of girl jeans (Levis). For the record, I wear like a 15 medium in girls (I can fit in a 13, but they're too tight). I like the way they fit tighter than guy jeans in my size. That's the only reason. Don't fret; I look pretty good and in no way am I gay. The other thing I did was to purchase a song from iTunes. This is a popular thing (as is the trend for guys to wear girls jeans). But I have never done it before. I bought a Dashboard Confessional song with the wonderful title "The End of an Anchor" which is a B-side from the critically acclaimed A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar. Supposedly, Chris (ala Dashboard) is a Christian. This song is, again supposedly, about his relationship with God. Since I have never heard it, I'm sure you haven't either. And I wanted to share the words with you because they are very thoughtful and introspective.

I was away for a while
But I'm hoping someday you'll forgive me
Though I don't deserve it
I'll cherish it well if you give me one of your new starts

Just one more last chance
I swear that I'll earn it
If you front me for now
I'm good for it I swear
I'm better now I swear

In earlier days, they'd persecute people
They'd carry them off, and hobble their legs
For lesser offenses, THEN how I have harmed you
And still you allow me to walk free of pain

Though I punish myself
I will never settle
The debts I've incurred for scorning the face
Of absolute beauty, and measureless grace
And though I once mocked you
I'm dying to pay for it now
I'm dying to pay for it now

So hand me the rocks to help weigh me down
And tether my legs with a cord tightly bound
To the end of an anchor thrown into the sound
And test me to see if I will rise against the worst that it can get

I wasn't well for a while
I savored the things that I knew were sure to destroy me
And that seemed to hold me
That seemed to carry me where I couldn't go
On the strength of my own
Well, I should've known
That gets me nowhere
I've learned that now I swear

In earlier days, they'd persecute people
They'd carry them off, and hobble their legs
For lesser offenses, THEN how I have harmed you
And still you allow me to walk free of pain

Though I punish myself
I will never settle
The debts I've incurred for scorning the face
Of absolute beauty, and measureless grace
And though I once mocked you
I'm dying to pay for it now
I'm dying to pay for it now, now, now

So hand me the rocks to help weigh me down
And tether my legs with a cord tightly bound
To then end of an anchor thrown into the sound
And test me to see if I will rise against the worst that it can get

Well, I wasn't sure that I could
Well, I wasn't sure that I could
Well, I wasn't sure that I could
But, I can

Many Ploys

Life goes on rather you're ready for it or not. Most of the time, I am not. Most people aren't either. Matter factly, I spend a lot of time just trying to catch up with everyone else. I sometimes feel behind the crowd. I don't worry about that usually. All of this somehow proves that I ready for change. And change, yes change, will soon come.

carrie and her fanatical ideas

a swarm of enemies fly beneath
pj harvey is a breath of relief
consumerism is my only ancestry
it's a great commentary
thanks for those
whose deaths chose
the situations
and all of the pathetic attempts at complications

criticize me not
level this playing slot
never one to contrive
blinded candid dive
sit between metalloid sleeves
getting beyond these dry heaves
delivering news faster than
someone who can
throw a paper out of the car window

waiting for my pizza to get cold
i feel so tired and live so old
backwards, forwards
receiving a lot of awards
get home from work
sucked dry by those little jerks
i stay up so late
i never have a date

For You To Poop On

During the upcoming weeks before my move, I will be selling a lot of my junk on the internet. I am currently getting rid of some things on eBay. The only items listed now are some old cassette tapes of mine. Real cheap! If you wish to take a look, you can find it here. Thanks.

If Only Other Things Were This Reliable

My car has reached a pinnacle. 200,000 miles. I hope it can stay this dependable until I get another vehicle.

A Season of Faith's Perfection

So, yesterday, I went the whole day at work without using the bathroom. I didn't try to do it; it just happened to be what I did. That's never happened before in my life. Today is a new day. I really don't want it to happen again.

I'm almost old...

In twenty-two days, I'll be twenty-six years old.

I'm in the prime of my life! I know that. I also know that age is a relative object of existence and maturity. And then there are the times when I just feel exceptionally ancient. We all do, I think, but sometimes I actually feel fifty. A lot has to do with common twentysomething expectations and frustrations. But most of my issues deal with who I am now rather than who I will be.

Humans often make attempts to let their careers or statuses speak for themselves. If a person is a medical student, they make sure to mention that in conversations related to the topic of the field or in dialogure about their vocational pursuit. If someone has a job that pays over one hundred thousand a year, they make a point to explain it. The way that person communicates it is just in their speech or in their possessions. So why am I not doing that?

I don't know.

Why do I do anything? Probably because I think it will make me feel better or somehow make my appearance seem better than it is. I'm more worried about what I'm doing now than what I'll be doing five, ten, or even twenty years down the road. I understand the logic of dedicating concern for the daily happenings because the next day has enough issues itself. Yet, I am more worried about temporal pleasures than investing in things that will matter in the future. A for instance would be watching a DVD now to enjoy the evening rather than reading or studying something of significane. Another example: making out with a girl when I'm in the mood rather than trying to pursue a relationship that could possibly grow into more substantial fruition. You see, I am more worried about the now than the next. It's killing me.

If this seems incoherent, that's because it is.

"That ain't gonna fly when you're twenty five" - The Soft Drugs

Adventitious/Advantageous

Is anyone else having trouble logging onto my space these days? I am getting frustrated and nothing I do works. I can view profiles, but cannot sign in to read my email.