December.

December is a month that people either adore or despise. I've always been more in the center. Like most things, I'm in the middle unable to choose which side I should be on. Obviously December is the month of Christmas. Or I guess if we're being politically correct, its the holidays. And for some reason it is associated with stress. Everybody gets so busy and has so much that they need to accomplish. Or they have terrible memories of the season that they just dread it every single year. Now I am not one to tell you to stop being so busy, to stop thinking of those terrible memories because I do the same things. Every year I find myself forgetting what it is all really about. I find myself on boxing day, or Christmas day looking back and realizing I not once considered why Christmas exists.

But this year I've been challenged to read the Christmas story from Matthew and Luke. To put myself in their place. The shepherds. Mary and Joseph. The wisemen. Just thinking about being in any of their position would have been amazing. They all heard directly from Angels with a message delivered directly from God. They were given the opportunity to meet the Savior of all the earth shortly after His birth. It was a day of joy. Celebrating the birth of a baby. The birth of our Messiah. The Son of God. It was a time of great jubilation.

So why do we get so stressed out and busy and distracted of its meaning? I can't change how my attitude was at this time last year or the year before. But this year I will be celebrating the birth of my Savior. Choosing to reflect on what it means to have been saved and not mulling on the stresses that mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things.

Merry Christmas. God Bless.

Expectations.

Frazzled. I thought in writing that title a blog would just flow from my fingertips but it just got me into thinking and now I'm here twenty minutes later with nothing but the word frazzled. It is literally the best word to describe my feelings. I have virtually gone from every angle of the perspective to another and back again. It's been like one of those line graphs and the higher the line goes the better. It bounces between the bottom and the almost bottom, and just when the line makes an attempt to move anywhere close to feeling great, it drops right back to the bottom. Now I've been honest with people, and completely understand it is all entirely my doing. I think I've heard stop being so hard on yourself like 4 times. But I'm not going to. There is no reason to. And the more I think about it, the more I realize how much worse I was. If I'm not my harshest critic, I'll never amount to anything. And I don't even think as low of myself as possible. I am sure there is more that I've done that I don't realize. I'm sure of it. But if I weren't such an awful person, there would be no need for a saviour. So at least I am in need of that. There is a positive.

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I will never be able to forgive myself.

Misery.

True feelings are something that don't belong on the internet right? I mean, if I'm going to honestly tell you how I'm feeling the way you three (that actually read my blog) look at me will never be the same. If I really put my emotions into words, it would probably shock and appall you. And social networking is the worst for that. Every single time I log onto facebook or twitter I'm tempted to just give a taste of whats on my mind, but I stop myself. This is honestly going nowhere. I am going nowhere. I've eaten no more than 8 times since Saturday. And that includes a bag of apples and a granola bar (at separate times). I've ran twice. Ran. Me. Running. Extensively. I weighed myself. I weigh 9 pounds less than I did two weeks ago. I walk a lot. I can't sit still or my mind wanders wayy too far off. Like scary far off. Scary for a guy who enjoys Final Destination, and Piranha. And it won't go away. It will not stop. I just, I don't know. THE END.

One Bright Spot.

I have been known to have impeccable timing... Ok, maybe not. But last week, I called the next band to play on the radio. Crazy that it happened. I know. Today it happened again. I caught "Pumped Up Kicks" at the whistling and was like nuts, but then I thought to myself, don't worry it'll be on when you change it. And it was. Crazy. That's not the bright spot. I remembered ten minutes ago that Needtobreathe is on Leno tonight. Obviously I tried to find an east coast stream of NBC, I turn it on in time to see the band performing their new single, Drive All Night. Awesome. But to tell you the truth, I only heard the last chorus. So I guess it wasn't really a bright spot on the day.

Unexpected.

You know that moment where the phone rings in the middle of the night, and your thoughts immediately expect the worst? Why would someone phone the house at 1230? Someone's dead. Or seriously wounded. Something had to have happened thats not good to warrant a call to the home phone at this hour. So you lay in your bed hoping its nothing. Playing situations over in your head. What it could be. Grandpa? Something happened to him. No, that wasn't it. Could something have happened to her? Probably not, because if something did it would be my cell phone. But if it had, just the mere scenario playing through in my head brings a pain so deep, I can barely take in my next breath. The phone stops ringing. No movement from anyone, it must be ok. The phone rings again. The pain returns. I guess it isn't pain, so much as fear that something has happened. Figuring something is actually going on, I can't bear the thoughts in my head so I scramble off the air mattress into the hallway to see if someone has answered the phone and figure out what is really going on. I open the door only to see the phone flashing on the ledge. With my heart trying to decide whether it should keep racing or stop completely, I answer it. "Hello?" I gasped.

A computerized voice then notified me a text was sent to our landline, saying "Hey, whats up? Who is this?"

Turns out it was a wrong number.

Brief

Yesterday was not a good day. Some may call it terrible. I would. But anyways, after getting out of work nearly an hour late, I think it can not get any worse. And then my favourite song comes on the radio (downgrade from terrible to bad....). Only to realize it was already the next day.

Contentment.

A strong word. It doesn't seem it. But it is. I think in some odd way its the main focus we all have in life. We seek it more than anything. As wrong as it may be. Its naturally what we do. I have been making the mistake my whole life of pursuing it. The problem with contentment, at least with me, is that I will always be seeking it. Although my mind is finite, there is no point where I can simply just be content. I can't be content with who I am. I can't simply because my expectations for myself are so high. They are practically unrealistic. Yet for some reason I cannot just be content with who I am.

For those of you that know me and want to know where this is going. Here. I love music. It is probably my biggest passion. I have probably spent thousands of hours learning, practicing, writing, playing. My biggest dream would have been to put my music out there. Being famous was never part of it, being successful wasn't even. I locked myself in my bed room to learn how to play guitar. Learning Best of You was one of my prouder moments. And from there it was a snowball and next thing you know I'm fairly decent, playing in a worship band, writing on the side. All the while keeping my dreams on the back-burner. Here I am, years later, and its still the same. The sad part is I have 5 of these songs recorded in my itunes library. Just hiding out. For some reason my fear of someone not liking my music outweighs my desire to at least put it out there. This fear is probably so great because of people like myself who like to bash music they don't like. Maybe thats just my excuse. Maybe I'm just afraid I'll change dramatically if things go well. Or that I won't. I guess my main thought is that if I don't put my songs out there, that I will not be able to be content. I already feel like that may be the case.

Like always I find myself with words on the page, no structure. No direction. Just thoughts.

Life.

The following is a condensed list I found online of helpful knowledge about life. I have added my own two cents to the ones I liked. Erased the ones I either knew, or disagreed with. And left the ones I believe need no explanation.

You can’t change other people, and it’s rude to try.

Simply put. Some people just figure they are the what a good person looks like. Eat this way. Look this way. Cheer for this team, and if you don’t you’re an outcast. Not only do they try to change you, they throw you to the wolves if you refuse to conform.

Everyone likes somebody who gets to the point quickly.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve spoken with people and they are telling me a story in which I get lost. I don’t think I’m a terrible person, sure I am bad, but not terrible. Anyways, they are in the middle of telling a story and I am gone because the details they share in the beginning are boring. I wouldn’t know if they were pointless in relation to the story because I add in a hmm, or cool, or a ‘haha’ when they FINALLY finish.

Bad moods will come and go your whole life, and trying to force them away makes them run deeper and last longer.

Oddly enough, I know this is true. I get into bad moods less than the next guy, but when I do, if I don’t just come to grips with it, and accept it for what it is, and avoid letting it get the best of me, it lasts forever. You have to deal with it, get over it, throw a baseball at a wall, go for a long quiet walk, have a smoke. Whatever it is you do to calm down and get over it. Do it right away before you’re consistently grumpy.

Yelling always makes things worse.

Honestly, I know nothing about this, I only yell at the television set. But judging on passerby experiences, it makes you sound like a jerk. You could yell compliments at someone and sound like a jerk. So don’t yell, unless the person is deaf, or across the street. (this is the one I am most likely going to go against my word and break, I probably yell more than I think)

Whenever you’re worried about what others will think of you, you’re really just worried about what you’ll think of you.

I am the most self conscious guy I know. I don’t know many guys. And all of them act macho and cool and manly. So being self conscious is like a secret I hold from them. So I know that when I get worried about other peoples opinions about the stupid little things I do, or looks I try out, it all pretty much comes down to me thinking that I will look like a fool. So this one is definitely true.

Every problem you have is your responsibility, regardless of who caused it.

I don’t like this one, because the thought of responsibility terrifies me. Irrationally, probably, but its still a fear. Being responsible is something I’ve always figured I am. I’m sure people look at me and think I’m responsible, too. But actually being responsible, like admitting you’re wrong, and making adult decisions and stuff is something I will not be a fan of. Absolutely I believe I will do the right thing, but in no way am I excited to do so.

Managing one’s wants is the most powerful skill a person can learn.

I absolutely agree with this. I mean, how hard is it for me to figure out what I want? So hard. I agree completely that it is a skill and it is learned. And it is something I have been working on getting better at for years. And I still don’t know, but I have ideas.

Nobody has it all figured out.

I don’t know if this is true. I don’t have it all figured out. Probably not even half. If there is someone out there who has it all figured out, I have yet to meet them, or hear about them. That doesn’t seem like a fun way to deal with this one. If you don’t have it all figured out, who cares. If you have something figured out, you’ve got a start. If you meet someone who thinks they have it all figured out, run away because they are probably a liar.

Every passing face on the street represents a story every bit as compelling and complicated as yours.

This one is just an eery fact that boggles the mind. Mine, at least. I guess it humbles you and puts things in perspective as well.

Anger reveals weakness of character, violence even more so.

Those who complain the most, accomplish the least.

What do you take from this, besides the obvious? I take advice... Stop complaining. Seriously, where is it going to get me? Nowhere.

Putting something off makes it instantly harder and scarier.

Procrastination used to be my best friend. i guess it is in some ways still, but not as much. It is in the fact I have written about 15 songs and bought a laptop over a year and a half ago specifically to record said music... only like 4 songs have been recorded. It gets harder to bring yourself to do something the longer you go on not doing it.

Credit card debt devours souls.

I know first hand that this is true. I have seen it torture people. So if you have a credit card... be careful. Only use it for what you need. And never ever ever, spend what you cannot pay off.

Most of what we see is only what we think about what we see.

Observing only gets you so far. The rest is fill-in-the-blank. Only filling in the blank with feelings or assumptions or lies.

The most common addiction in the world is the draw of comfort. It wrecks dreams and breaks people.

Number 30 could be the most frightening. I mean, how many times do you see someone refuse to use their talents because it will cost more time and effort than just conforming to a certain job or lifestyle. I’m guilty of it, too. I’ve never pursued my dream of being a musician because I am afraid of being uncomfortable. So that dream was wrecked. I refuse to let it break me though, so that part is untrue. But in the future I hope to not let the lure of comfort keep me from making the right decision.

If what you’re doing feels perfectly safe, there is probably a better course of action.

Isn’t this almost the same as the comfort one? If you’re comfortable

Blame is the favorite pastime of those who dislike responsibility.

I dislike responsibility but I will do my best to not blame anyone for something that is entirely my fault.

Proof is nothing but a collection of opinions that match your own.

Well put.

Self-examination is the only path out of misery.

Believe me, I use this one a lot.

If you aren’t happy single, you won’t be happy in a relationship.

Even if it costs no money, nothing is free if it takes time.

Everyone thinks they’re an above average driver.

By default, people think far too much.

There is nothing worse than having no friends.

Where would I be without mine? 6 feet under, maybe. That should say how important all relationships are.

Try as we might to be otherwise, we are all hypocrites.

Words are immensely powerful. One cruel remark can wound someone for life.

If I ever said anything stupid, or hurtful to you, I am truly sorry.

Problems, when they arise, are rarely as painful as the experience of fearing them.

Nothing — ever — happens exactly like you pictured it.

If that happened, I’d be playing Wembley Stadium this weekend. Not with a soccer ball, with a guitar and a band and a microphone.

A good nine out of ten bad things I’ve worried about never happened. A good nine out of ten bad things that did happen never occurred to me to worry about.

There is no point finishing a book you aren’t enjoying. Life is too short for that. Swallow your pride and put it down for good, unfinished.

The fewer possessions you have, the more they do for you.

Wishing things were different is a great way to torture yourself.

The ability to be happy is nothing other than the ability to come to terms with how things change

Happiness is a choice. Its cliche, yes, but true. I need to make this my choice more often. Instead of choosing to be bitter or wishing I could change things I need to choose happiness.

Killing time is an atrocity. It’s priceless, and it never grows back.

Too bad I’m an expert at killing time. I guess this one I harsh need to work on.

Hope this helped you. Inspired you. Changed you. Or at least made you think for ten seconds. If you didn’t read the whole thing, well I don’t blame you its 1,500 words. And if my opinions suck, let me know. I thrive on constructive feedback. Or let me know your favorites. I’m cool with that, too.

Today.

Happy....whatever today may be for you! Friday, for most. Just another day for me. Although it is slightly after midnight, so not really day. If you ever really want to know what I'm like, its boring. I mean, I have nothing to do tomorrow, that usually means "PARTAY!" But for me, its a long hour and a half walk, to and from my best friends house, drinking crown royal from a flask my brother got me, after 1030 in the evening.

So you ask, its 12:24 am, you should be back from said walk, what are you doing now, to which the answer is: watching 30 Rock Season 3, while blogging. Awesome!

My life has become so... uneventful since I completed my Tourism course. I mean, the stress increases with every passing day and no job comes up, but uneventful; nonetheless.

Amongst the array of random websites I stumbled upon while using StumbleUpon, I found a list (actually a couple of lists) of peoples keys to life, or things you should know about life. That spawned the idea in me to blog my favourites, or ones I should use in my life. So this, is not the blog that that will be in, but check back soon and I will hopefully have one per entry, or an entire entry dedicated to things worth changing, or considering.

I actually had a job interview two days ago, I think it went well. I left feeling incredible about how it all went. I think I struck a chord with my interviewers. And hopefully next week I hear back. It is a great job with a phenomenal paid training program. The training alone could buy me two more of my cars..... sick. But if I get it, I'd be incredibly grateful.

I have nothing really else to explain, my guitar sits three and a half feet away from me, taunting me. Telling me I will amount to nothing in my life because the emotions I have cannot be written in song. But on the brighter side, I am thinking of recording some music, I've said that for three years. I'm such a loser I haven't even recorded my own music. Oh, well. Better late that never. So if the next blog entry doesn't contain the words "I FINALLY DID IT!" slap me in the face! And if you're far away, sent it in a text.

Now that you're bored out of your tree, because I blabbed for too long about useless information, have a nice day.

100

They say the 100th blog you write, defines who you are. Not really. Ever. I've never heard that. If it did, I would be in trouble because this one will be weird. You've been warned.

So I finished school. Yay me. Ten grand later...actually eleven. The guy who never missed a credit card payment because he didn't want to be in debt, is now in debt. Tremendously. And unemployed! At least the classes and the practicum are completed. It is all a little frightening for me. Anything I work at now will be a lot more complex than working a cashier and stocking shelves. I am not complaining though. I am so excited to be out of there and into the real world. It is just going to be a huge change. So hopefully something comes up very quick.

The Ducks were eliminated. Bad puck luck. They didn't play quite like the had the potential to. None of those Vancouver style excuses like the refs were bad. "We lost, it couldn't possibly be our fault; blame someone else". They just didn't win. They didn't deserve to. If they could have held the lead in game 5, this would all be different. Thats just how sports go sometimes. But they have a fantastic team. Lots of youngsters with excellent potential. Unless they all want to be paid 5 million a year. Then they are in for a challenge. But next year will be great. If not I still have my Stanley Cup Champions DVD 2007 to watch at my lesisure.

Went and saw one of my heroes this week. That was pretty cool. Charlie Sheen. Yes, I'm a fan. Crazy? Maybe. Dumb? Not at all. I have never laughed so hard in my life. I was in pain after the show. Russel Peters was there hosting, and I never liked him, now I am a big fan. Not so big I am actually going to look up his comedy, thats too much work. But that night, he was awesome. And Charlie was himself. So I was amused to no end. I didn't want it to end. His antics, his deliverance, his stories were all unplanned but all hit out of the park. He handled the few hecklers well. Few is actually probably the right number, there were only about three. They all left. What were they expecting? Really? I mean, if you are not a fan of Metallica, or heavy metal, why would you buy tickets to see Metallica? Why would you think you have a right to bash their show after when you are not even a fan? It makes no sense. I laugh at them though because they wasted their own money. Losers.

Not much else is new. I am going on a one night cruise this weekend. Vancouver to Seattle. That will be a good time. Especially since it is free. First cruise. It will probably get me addicted to them. I mean, free room service? And they have a basketball hoop. Sold. Right there. I won't even get started on what some of the other ships have it will be a great time that is for sure.

Anyways that is it for now. Peace.

Love

I serve an awesome God. I serve the one and only TRUE God that there is. And I have dedicated my life to serve Him because of what His son did for me, by dying on the cross. And this is the absolute truth. And everything in me would proclaim it if it could.
With that in mind lets move on, be real. Get down and dirty. I'm also a sinner. Darn, now you know. I fail, time and time again. I love God, yet I fall short of His glory over and over. But, here's the awesome part, I am forgiven. I am washed clean of all this nastiness, of all this filth. Because of Jesus Christ dying on the cross, I am forgiven. I am given eternal life. Not just because of that, but because I have faith. I believe that God sent Jesus to die in my place. Because I am this awful human being who pursues worldly things. I chase lusts. I worship other idols. But He forgave me. And He loves me despite these failures.
I'm also very prideful, well I used to be. Now I have just a little pride. The point being, I would be the last to admit that I was wrong. "No, how could it be? Me? Wrong?" Well, the Lord is working in me and I know that I cannot carry that with me anymore, I need to be the first to admit I am wrong, and I am at a fault and I need to move on. I am doing that.
We all are like this. Maybe not all, but a lot. And we have this pride and we carry our burdens all alone yet we claim to believe that God exists and sent His son to die in our place. But when we cast our sin and our problems and issues on Him, and we truly believe in His saving grace, it is the most freeing and incredible feeling.
I said earlier that I am a sinner. Personally I would say that the road I was on was a terrible one. It was a dark future. I had addictions, I chased man made desires, I was living life for me. Not for He. And it wasn't good. His grace saved me. It came in and rescued me. Made a new path for me. And part of that is these simple blog entries on what God is doing in my life.
In 1st John 4:16-17 the scripture says "We know how much God loves us, and we have put our trust in His love. God is love, and all who live in love live in God, and God lives in them. And as we live in God, our love grows more perfect."
For most of my life I lived a lie. I bottled everything inside of me. I locked up emotions. I claimed to be a believer yet had little faith. This faith is exploding because I finally put my trust in His love. His love is changing me. And love means nothing unless it is through Him. Absolutely nothing. It will fade. It cannot last without Him. Because like the verse says, "God is love." And this love will change your life like it has mine, if only you will accept what He has done for you.

Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God Almighty

I am so overwhelmed by God right now I can barely type these words. I know He is working through me. I feel Him. So long I've cried out for this. So long I've envied those who met with Him. Who felt his presence so powerful. I am consumed. I am transformed. I am crying tears of Joy for the first time in my life. In whats the worst week in a long time. It is the most incredible feeling ever, I didn't want it to end. His Spirit is alive and doing something in me and I am so excited to see what it is. I've never been able to worship like that, I've never been so overwhelmed so honored to be a part of something God is doing. And no one else shares this experience, and I am ok with that. I can't explain anything else, I just don't understand but this feeling is unmatchable.

Lay Em Down

A lack of motivation, an inability to focus has brought me back to this page once again. Who would have thought that writing things down could free my mind temporarily? Not really, but it definitely brings some sort of meaning to this. One way to pretend I've accepted it.
The good news is I have been given comfort by my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Last night was the first time I was actually alone since Sunday and it was terrifying at first. But I picked up my guitar, and began praising God despite this storm. In this spontaneous worship session I felt His spirit moving in me, weeping with me. Putting beautiful words on my heart to use in an already awesome song. Bringing me face to face with the Creator of the universe.

After this I spent some time reading His word. The verse John 3:16 came to my mind after reading some of Isaiah. So I ventured over. Now, I know its such a cliche verse, but its got so much packed into it. I was curious to read what came after. And Jesus is the one who says, "For God so loved the world that he sent His one and only Son...." but what John says at the end of the chapter speak even more loudly.
"Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life, but whoever rejects the Son will not see life, for God’s wrath remains on them." Now the importance of verse 16 cannot be expressed by mortal man, but the words of the apostle scream louder than anything that could ever leave my lips. Whoever rejects Jesus, will not see life but face the wrath of God. I am no biblical scholar by any means. I've read it way less than I should. But I know that when we've seen the wrath of God in the past it hasn't been pretty. And even though I am a believer and I know that because of the words of John 3:16 I will avoid this wrath, the thought of it still makes me sick. Not because I am skeptical of my faith. It is the only certainty in my life, and it will always be the only certainty. But because I have met people in the past, I have spent time with them. Yet I failed to share this awesome, terrifying news. Awesome that all it takes is faith and a simple prayer to be saved and get new life, but terrifying because ignoring God has cataclysmic consequences.
It is my prayer that despite the fact I don't always share my faith, that somehow God would use my life and how I live it to show them how incredible He is. How wonderful His life and His love are! And how much it changes absolutely everything.

Meaningless

Honestly, this hurts. I cannot breathe. All of the distractions wore off, I'm alone. I can't put anything on that stupid social networking site because I don't want peoples pity. I don't want them to know. They don't need to know. Its none of their freaking business. I don't want this. I never did. Not once. Not even at my highest point of anger. God is close to the broken. The problem is He had to break me to bring me closer to Him. If I hadn't ignored Him this wouldn't be a problem. That's whats most important in this, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. And its doesn't mean it will go away.

Words

Words. Words suck. You can't take them back. Now I've said some dumb things. Especially leading up to today. Today was not a good day. But these words are about something I said a number of weeks ago. Coming off of a relationship high. An awesome concert. It was a ride from Tim Horton's with a girl from class. The conversation involved things going on and nobody having a good year. And I blurted out words that would later be tough to swallow. They went something like this. "2011 is awesome so far. It could be one of the best of my life. I feel bad that everyone's having a bad year and I'm having a good one."
A plethora of dumb mistakes and more words I would later regret left me just a number of weeks later, on one bad day that erases the great year. And its March. MARCH! I am so frustrated and angry and lost and confused. And I have no way of expressing it except in this stupid blog. Stupid. All I have to express myself is a word that I would not deem appropriate and it rhymes with what hockey players play with.
I feel like such a failure. Like all I've worked for, and lost, only to get back, and lose only to get back once again has been taken away once more. And its worse than anything I have ever imagined. And my words are not just empty feelings on this page you may or may not be reading. They are emotions. They are regret. They are remorse. They are a searing pain through my shattered heart. I had dreams. I had a plan. I can't feel anything anymore. I want to want something else, but I can't.
I feel incapable of anything. A man without confidence. I wrote a song just over three years ago. It was the first song I ever wrote. It was called broken and empty. Now I'm not saying that because I feel it again, even though I do. I am saying it because it was the first song I ever wrote. And the only song I've ever written that was written at a point before I ever had feelings for this girl. And those words from that first song will be instilled in my mind for a long long long time.

Lack of... Something

Months of not writing blogs has left a void in my life. It's probably not that. It's probably something else that I have yet to discover, but for now the reason for that emptiness is blogging. Sports opinions are what I do best. However bias they may be. Today's may be a long, random one because I have many topics to catch up on.
First let us go back to February. The best sporting event of my young life. Yes, greater than game of the 2007 Stanley Cup Finals. Now I know I live in Canada. And I love sports. Typically, 97 percent of the time (random number) Canadian sports fans only love hockey, or maybe the CFL. Now don't get me wrong I admire and respect both leagues for what they are. And watch any hockey games that are on, and any Lions games and Playoff matches I can spare the time to watch, but the NFL is a game that none of these can compare to. The Green Bay Packers have been my favorite team since I have been a fan of the game. I had a St. Louis Rams hat many years ago, but that was a gift before I'd ever watched a game.
Green and Yellow quickly became my bloodline (For the one of you out there that may read this those are Packer playoff references). I found myself watching any televised game, and enjoyed it more than watching my beloved Lions. To understand how much that means, you need to know my bedroom is painted orange with over sized Lions logos on two walls and paws all across the top of the room. My heart was broken amidst last years loss to the Arizona Cardinals. But I knew Aaron Rodgers would lead the team to some Super Bowls.
Now, nothing excited me as much as knowing the Pack would be in the championship game. I watched every piece of interviews before hand. I was ecstatic to say the least. Greg Jennings, my favorite Packer, tweets were the highlight. Something about his posting scripture made it not just about football anymore. And made my joy in the victory that much greater.
None of this is really structured. Just some random thoughts. I'll be back soon, the Ducks season is getting intense. And I cannot wait to make the playoffs.

2011

Amidst web-surfing on a mid-march afternoon, I checked my blog. Not only had I not updated it this month, the year has seen no action from this mediocre blogger. 2011 has been an interesting year, thus far. It will go down in the record books. The most joy was brought on by watching my beloved Packers win the Super Bowl. It was an amazing experience. I wished I was there, but still found time to celebrate and enjoy it. My songwriting has taken a bit of a hit, but two of the songs I started way back have been completed and I am very thrilled with how they sound. On the school front, I have three weeks left. CRAAZY. Its gone by so quick. I am very excited to be done, but not excited for the finding a job/practicum and also not excited to pay off that student load.... Anyways, I promise I'll continue soon, I've got some things that require my attention, but I will be back. I GUARANTEE IT!