The Art of Thievery Part 2

As it would seem to be the impossible, again, for the second week in a row, my apartment was burglarized. you might ask yourself why? I have no idea. This time the annoyingly brave thieves broke my window and left blood on my bed sheet. The grabbed my pillow case and filled it with some of my empty CD cases (some were Beatles) and grabbed the Movie Gallery bag, which, thank God, only had one rental movie in it. They grabbed most of my DVDs and exited out the front door again. The cop is coming back to take pictures and write down some stuff so I got to go. I’m so pissed right now. I’ve gotta get out of this place!

Ha, I Was Right! It's Not So Bad To Be Poor...

"Listen, my dear brothers: Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom he promised those who love him? But you have insulted the poor. Is it not the rich who are exploiting you? Are they not the ones who are dragging you into court? Are they not the ones who are slandering the noble name of him to whom you belong?" - James 2:5-7, NIV.

Zuits and Latters

This weekend has flown by. Not much happening. Friday, Justin, Mike, Zack, Savannah, and myself drove to Tally to the annual Wild Woodstock at some Presbyterian church there. We got to see Rhema and Capitol Speedway (those were the only two I wanted to watch). A few more bands played, but we decided that food was more important. Saturday, I mostly just watched movies. My friend Annie from back home called me and we talked for a few minutes. Her and I see eye-to-eye on a lot of relationship things. Although, she's 17, she has a lot of insight. Which means, she's really mature or I'm really immature. Yikes. Today is kind of a slow day. I was going to get up and go to church, but I'm lazy. That's it; no excuses, I'm just lazy. What else? Nothing.

"Us, and them. And after all we’re ordinary men. Me, and you. God only knows it’s not what we would choose to do." Pink Floyd, Us and Them, from Dark Side of the Moon.

Let's Have A P-a-r-t-y

What do, how much money I need to make in the next year, To Whom, and the debt of all the writers (collectively) on this site have in common? We all need, owe, or have twenty thousand of something. That might not have made sense, but if you got the riddle, you will have realized that our humble site is now 20,000 hits richer. Thanks to everyone who ever clicked on our site. And for all the doubters, we didn't just hit refresh a bunch of times either.

In not so related news, I got to hang with a dear friend, Amber Marie tonight. She came over and made fun of me for my DVD player getting swiped. It was great fun. We talked about our summers and future. We even agreed that if we were five years closer in age, we would probably date. Or maybe that was just my hope. Oh delay.

Yay, 20K! Let’s have a party!

"Sleep now sweet princess. I'll cheer for you silently and carefully not to disturb. I'll be ready on that evening. When you're starved for my attention you'll say, 'Wake now, prince; there's a brilliant sky above and a jealous moon in love and they are starved for our attention.'" Copeland, When Paula Sparks from, Beneath Medicine Tree.

Several Annoyances

I'm in a pretty good mood, but I get annoyed really easy. Here are a few things that are currently "infuriators" for me:

1. Love bugs? I don't love them. People worry about things like nuclear fallout. At least, I would die instantly (hopefully). I worry I'll have to scrape love bugs off my car for the next six months. I found one in my hair earlier. Gross!

2. Yaccs (comments) has been sucking lately. But it should be better my next week (there getting a new server).

3. When I was driving to town earlier, I was listening to music. I started thinking about my opinion and how much I annoy myself with it. I know I annoy my friends. Then in bitter get-back-at-them thoughts, their opinions started bothering me. Then, I started getting mad at why we all think we have the better opinions. Then... I just stopped thinking about it.

4. Heat. I'm thankful for the fact that I have fans in my apartment. I'm hugging mine right now. It's kind of awkward to type with a fan in your lap.

5. Voting. I've been registered to vote for 3 months now. I cannot decide on anything. That's why I registered independent. Not because I like the word, so I wouldn't have to worry about anything until the real election.

6. Moldy bread. None of mine is, but I'm always afraid that I'll never get through the next loaf. I bought some French bread today from Wal-Mart for $1.00. What a bargain! And Chase, it was the generic brand (hehe).

7. Okay, now I'll rant about the weather. It can't make up its mind. One day, sunny, later on, storming. Jeez, I hope I’m not that inconsistent.

8. Ants. I have some in my car. They’re just regular black ants, not even ones that hurt you. They like my car for some reason. They can't get enough of it and I can't seem to get rid of them!

9. Girls. I can't seem to figure them out. Of course, they're not meant to be, but I can't even get a clue. You know, if being gay wasn't an abomination, I would... just stay single forever. Where's Jed?

10. And finally, the whole debacle in South Africa that is going on. Cape Verde is committing to sign protocols of AU institutions. Hey, I needed something smart to talk about. All right, that's enough of that.

Finally, A Real Post

Sort of. The life and times of ill-advised deception is an epidemic that renders itself on our lives once again. Or whatever that means. I'm stupid and still unemployed. I'm sending résumés to Melbourne and if I get a job there, I'll probably move back home with the folks. However, if I can find something here, I will stay. Yay!

Today, the lovable maintenance man, Lamar, came by and told me that a lady at the housing authority office wanted to talk to me. I admit, I was a little nervous at first. But as I stated previously, if I get kicked out of my apartment, I will know I need to go home. If anything could be more indecisive, the lady and her supervisor apologized for how unorganized everything has been with me moving in and becoming head of the household. They just asked me to get a previous month's utility bill to prove how long I've lived here. So, as of now, I still have an apartment.

In other news, I had a date last night. It was real exciting. It’s the first one in a while. The date was not with a girl though. It was not with a guy either you sick and demented readers. The date was with my bed. I went to sleep around midnight. It's the first time in a long time. I usually don't go to bed until Sunrise. "Look ma’ I’m gettin’ all growned up!"

Okay, that's it. This is going to be short. I need to go print some stuff to mail at the college. Yay to be an alumnus.

"So easy to be a poet, so hard to be a man..." Canterbury Effect, Between Lines, from An Exercise In Humility.

The Art of Thievery

Much like the rest of the nation, I had the day off today. Not too unusual I suppose. I have the day off everyday. However, as I returned home this evening, I realized that I am now one among many who have had a crime perpetrated against them. Yes kids, I'm the first member of To Whom to be a victim of in home larceny. It's a recognition I soon do not want to experience again, for a while anyway. I left my windows in my bedroom open, as I always do. I’m guessing they came in through the window and went out the front door. The only thing they got was my DVD player, which is good. The cop that I filed the report with said he thought it was 3 guys, but I figure it was just one or they would have grabbed more. Anyway, I'm too annoyed to write. I really don't care about the DVD player, it’s not that important. I’m more pissed that my apartment is going to be really hot now because I can't keep my windows open anymore.

Wisdom

"There does not appear any greater evil in the disputes concerning matters of religion, than the persuading ourselves that our salvation or God's glory are lost by every little difference. As for me, I exhort my scholars, not only to distinguish between the true and the false according to Scripture, but also between the essential articles of faith, and the less essential articles, by the same Scripture."
-Jacobus Arminius

Disconnected

Was it all lies?
Just excuses for why it wouldn’t work.
You play the part of the victim.
Please let me take the role of the criminal.
I hate to feel this way.
It seems to be happening everyday.
I’m tired and lonely.
Ready to give into this envy.
Coveting things that are not mine.
I’ll break commandments for my own sake.
Do what I feel.
I’ve failed.
Time and again...

It’s the same old story.
This one is actually new.
Writing from my point of view.
Opinions are too easily disarrayed.
I’ve grown old in my rebellious ways.
Just trying to leave.
With some heart and purpose.
Ready to be done with this.
Letting it go before.
Ready to embrace an opening door.
Kicked in the heart
Ripped off my head
I'll just lie here and pretend that you're dead.