Alas, Another Day....

Much like Mr. McLeod I have been in Miami as well. I work for a phone survey company called Turner Research and we are down here working for the week. We are interviewing pastors of local churches and asking them their visions, joys, and struggles. I think the most 'vital piece of information I've gotten out of this is the fact that I can honestly say, they're some deeply concerned ministers in the world. Not to bash on my ''white' heritage in all, but we as Americans are so spoiled. I see hispanic, haitian, french/creole, Caribbean pastors just doing there thing for the Lord. While I see a lot of bickering and complaining amongst the white anglo saxon protestant pastors. Jeez, if I could share more or say more or tell stories I would. I even got asked by a french/creole pastor to come down and speak to his english speaking youth during my Christmas break. I gave him my address and information. I was really encouraged. Tonight we went to this huge, massive, indescribably large fair. We helped the Miami Baptist Association hand out copies of the New Testament. Talk about 'Christian Ministry'. That in itself either gets you really fired up or really disheartened. A lot of smiling joyous faces and then some not so friendly ones.

On a topic that I don't think has been addressed so much on here. Atleast it is relevant for us guys to talk about. LUST! It is sin and it sux. I often complain about the ''bubble'' our school is contained in. All the Christian this and Christian that makes someone go bonkers after a little while. Just ditsy girls, way too many smiling faces, and a butt load of fruitless conversation. Well, tonight I can honestly say I missed it. This is place is one big stumbling block. I even try to avoid looking at females and they are more in the opposite direction. It's crazy. What's scary is the fact that I realize this is something that all guys struggle with and my, myself, and I are my own worst enemies to me, myself, and I. I have a feeling though I know why this is happening. You see, I have a good friend who is one of my closet friends and her and I are praying about a relationship. Now, as of yet, I don't know the outcome. However, I have a feeling that satan is trying to use this worldly desire of the flesh to throw me off track. In my life, I can say I stumble, but I have been mostly victorious in this area. It's scary because I haven't had to fight so hard in my life, which leads me to think that this thing with my friend is real. Please pray for me as I try to discern God's perfect will for my so very inadaquit life. I don't pray for it to be God's will for her to be in my life, I pray to be able to figure out if it is God's will for her to be in my life. Just a note, if you haven't ever seen me on here or heard my name, yeah I've been gone for a month, but I wanted to throw this out while I had the spare moments of the evening/early morning. I'm Jeff and I'm gonna dip for now, but not forever.

Love and Hatred

Jeff Watkins

Since You Care

I know you've been concerned in my absence. So sensing how deeply you care I will now attempt to catch you up on the current events of my life. I've been going to classes most of the time. I've been taking mid-terms. I've been listening to and loving the new Jars of Clay album. Oh, and I've been working on my site, Eye Level. I did not mean that as a shameless plug, but since it will be taken that way I'll post an excerpt of an article by Peter Travers in Rolling Stone,

"This site is the best thing that ever happened to me, only being surpassed by the time I got Cameron Crowe's job here at the magazine. Whatever happened to that guy? I love that Chase kid, as though he were my own son. He and that Beardhat character are going to redefine the film industry. Believe me I've seen the home movies. And I hear they got the brilliant child prodigy, the young Watkins to arrange the soundtrack. Until the long awaited release of that film we should all do ourselves the favor of regularly reading their sites."

You heard it here first. Hey, anyone else excited about the re-release of E.T.this weekend?

I should really be asleep, I'll regret this tomorrow in church. Starting at midnight my mother and I tried to watch Memento. By 1 she had given up. By 1:30 I was asleep on the couch. My dreams were bizarre again(I returned to this non-existant shopping mall which is an amalgamation of all the stores I've ever been to). At 5:30 I woke up. The selection screen for the movie was on. I summoned the energy to turn it off and made my way into this room.

Oh by the way, I had thought of perhaps posting my top ten even before I saw this ridiculously predictable list of the so-called ten greatest. But hey, you're allowed to have everyone else's opinion. I'm just being a jerk. I agree with some of your choices, even though I wouldn't list most of them. But that's a different list all together.
Without Further Adieu....and withouht unneeded explanation.

My Top Ten
1.Twelve Monkeys
2.Fisher King
3.Say Anything
4.Shawshank Redemption
5.Royal Tenenbaums*
6.High Fidelity
7.Hearts in Atlantis**
8.Good Will Hunting
9.Almost Famous
10. O Brother Where Art Thou?

Or Something close to that....I hesitate to say that this is just how I want it, but that is how the draft stands at the moment. * and **-These are the only two that I saw in theaters. I liked 7. but didn't consider it for the top ten until I was able to watch it again this weekend. So it stands 5 is the only one I've seen in theaters and loved instantly.

I'm going to call it a day, or night, now.
Day/Night,

The Top Ten Reasons Why I Haven't Posted In 28 Days

10. I've been busy
9. I cannot devote my entire afternoon or even a minute of my day to something that isn't "Rudimentary" (go ahead, I dare you to look it up)
8. I have friends
7. Because I try to think intellectually and that takes up a lot of time and I don't usually have that much time in a day
6. If I don't have a quiet time in the morning, you can forget a post (today is an exception)
5. I have a job
4. I read my school assignments (sometimes 10% even)
3. I owe Chase $300 and I'm busy earning the money on my adult website @ http://www.punklove.com
2. I say stupid crap like this
...and the # 1 reason for not posting in 28 days...
1. It's not my freakin' website, I did not sign a contract, I did not agree to post all the time, part of the time, or even some of the time, Justin get off my back, dude......


So, I'm not humorous, even though i really try to be. I hope that made all of you fine people laugh, chuckle, and explore more ways to increase your enjoyable laughter throughout the plateau of existence. Good Night Saturday Night

I'm attempting to burn a cd. I plan on mastering the fine art of compilation. Oh, and it seems as though I'm posting as well. And you thought I died. When's Leap Year?

For once I was on time for class. I asked Milks what we were supposed to read for the class that followed. It was 35 pages I hadn't read. Since I had yet to miss the class I weighed the option of skipping and going to read. I said the only kink in the plan was that I might run into Dr. Purcell on my way out. I threw my bag on my shoulder and headed out. And in walked the good doctor. As I had told Mike Smith I would I said,"I'm going to get some water." I exited, drank from the fountain and returned. I had heard chuckles from Mike and others upon leaving, now a good handful of people were laughing about it, including Dr. Purcell. He said something like, "It would have been better I hadn't seen him." Don't I know it? I tried to play it off. I said, "I don't mind skipping, but it would have been weird for you to see me leave." At the end of class I carried leftover handouts to him, he quipped,"Glad to have you in class today." I made a perfect score on the quiz we had, but then I lost 35 points because I hadn't read.

ONCE AGAIN

It's Saturday evening and a bunch of random acts of nothingness compile what will be remembered in my mind as Saturday, January 26, 2002. So, since you'll probably get a different account from Justin, I'll share the events that will indefinitly be known as

THE NIGHT CHASE, MILKS, SEAN, ANDY, AND JEFF HAD

You see, for our hopes were filled with high aspirations of numerous adventures and wonders, just waiting for the picking. It all started out when we left Sean's house, but then mid trip down his road on our way to Chipley we said, "Shall we go to Dothan?" This was one of the 1st of expectations for thrill that we ventured on. Then we went to the Hop-In to get gas. It was at this very point that we paid .97 cents for gas... Oh yes and there was much rejoicing. SEAN TANNER was then hungry so we decided to venture on over to the closest and world reknown Waffale House. There was a pretty cute waitress in there (I thought she was). Then she started cussing and she said she liked country music. It was at that point, I knew it would never go anywhere. So, after the wonderfully cooked meal that Sean purchased for the entire crew, we moseyed on over to the ol' Wal Mart. Then we came home. Yeah, I'm all worn out from all the excitment. I empathize with Justin now, we need girls.. haha (What's this we stuff). Anywho, I guess that's it for my weekend update. I just got done talking to a friend that I hadn't talked to since I graduated in 99. That was nice. Well, read on, and laugh hard, but especially at all the more funnier stuff that is posted by everyone else...

Grace and Peace

Jeffery Glen Watkins

I asked Jeff today if he wanted to read a poem about death. He said that he was in a good mood and didn't want to get bummed out. Then I rambled on(not unusual),"death,death,death,death, Grim Reaper, OooH, He;s gonna get you!!!" I'm not pondering death really, it's just an idea that came to me. So don't worry. This is of course, a work in progress. Here it is!

What if tonight
I went out like a light
What if I slept like a baby
And died like an old lady?
What if this was it?
Would I throw a fit?
What if tomorrow
Friends kept all they borrowed
And divided up my things
A feather of my wings
Could be given to each of them
I'll go out on a limb
And say the branch might break
Before I awake
And if your going to cry
There's some Kleenex by
The telephone
I will not die alone
You've all been friends to me
You've never left me lonely
And that's all that matters

So..... The Website is back in business and yes it seems all the more interesting now to write than ever before in my ENTIRE EXISTANCE! Just to comment on a few things... The story Justin was telling with me and the 4 or 5 year old (Read Down If You Don't Know What I'm Speaking About) is not totally true. She was 14 or 15 and had some wonderfully knitted mittens and I wanted to try them on. So I preceeded to make an offer about purchasing one of the precious items. She refused and said that I could only have them if I would shave my blue head... Well ladies and gentlemen, I am still combing my hair today. In another interesting and totally unrelated news, to clarify to the general public, I have no problems w/ Chase writting poems to girls. We have this little joke/seriousness thing going on where when Chase says "I can't explain myself right now", I saw "Chase, when I was a little boy, my mom told me...." I'll have to tell the story sometime...

Moving On... School is back into full swing and not even being a full week into the new semester I'm already thinking about my career as a bum; begging, panhandling, and trying to get on Welfare (Do you get Socail Security when you turn 65 if you're on welfare?) Never the less, we must continue on to that goal the God has set for us (that almost sounded reformed). Like, I had a quiz in New Testament 202 and I got a 50 on it. Reminescent of my days in highschool I guess. I'm just tired and I feel like all I do is read. This whole being studious thing kinda sux. I actually just started it like 2 semester's ago and I'm actually practicing it this semester. Yay, well I need to read an outline on Colissians and Philemon so I'm gonna dip for now, but not forever.

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