Sorrow Drips Into Your Heart, Through a Pinhole...

Warning: The post you are about to read contains a 90% chance of causing you to sleep. Read at your own caution.

It's been a while since I've done one of my signature posts, hasn't it? I'm kind of upset at myself for letting my blog come this way, but at the same time I'm busy and I'm sure you all were thinking "Oh, thank goodness; he hasn't done one of his signature posts in a while!!!" Well...to tell the truth, nothing has come to mind that I actually remembered. So I'm going to patiently think until a good subject I like to talk about comes up. And then I begin typing away on it.

.......Actually what I'd like to do later on (maybe before or right after Christmas) is re-post my research on music files and the legalities of it all. But right now I'm not exactly where it is in the archives.
So there is a subject I'd like to talk about. Moral law, it's everywhere, and it's been everywhere. We talk about Indians being ignorant in their actions before we moved into America, which is true about Faith, but they were likely to be very aware of right and wrong. Because God has given everyone conscience since the beginning of time, everyone has been able to put an accurate distinction between right and wrong. I'm guessing things that are part of their lives, such as tribal feuds (and hence, tribal fights) and everything would probably seem O.K. to them, but I wonder if, when scalping, what they would have felt about something like that. But conscience is constantly ignored these days, as well. We've got abortion, theft, murder, liberals (I just wanted to add that one in :-p ) and many other things. There are illegal surgeries (some legal ones, too) and crimes that you hear about some way or the other that makes you think, "How can someone possibly do something like that?"...I don't read the newspaper often, heck I rarely check the news anymore. But about less than two weeks ago I picked up our daily news. On the front page I read about three different crimes...it's rather depressing. But at the same time, there are so many good things still out there and you think that it's probably all been the same throughout the world; bad things are seemingly everywhere, just as are good things.

So basically I just rambled with this post, didn't I? I guess I'm not too good at talking to a computer. I think I'll try this subject with someone in person later on...preferably Jonathan, he's always got answers and knowledge and the know-hows of things (so if you've got anything to talk about, go to him). :-D


So............what does everyone want for Christmas?

Damien

All I Want For Christmas Is You

The following is a paragraph from chapter 9 of The Series of Unfortunate Events: The End. It is also very interesting to read. :-D

The phrase "in the dark," as I'm sure you know, can refer not only to one's shadowy surroundings, but also to the shadowy secrets of which one might be unaware. Every day, the sun goes down over all these secrets, and so everyone is in the dark in one way or another. If you are sunbathing in a park, for instance, but you do not know that a locked cabinet is buried fifty feet beneath your blanket, then you are in the dark even though you are not actually in the dark, wheras if you are on a midnight hike, knowing full well that several ballerinas are following close behind you, then you are not in the dark even if you are in fact in the dark. Of course, it is quite possible to be in the dark in the dark, as well as to be not in the dark not in the dark, but there are so many secrets in the world that it is likely that you are always in the dark about one thing or another, whether you are in the dark in the dark or in the dark not in the dark, although the sun can go down so quickly that you may be in the dark about being in the dark in the dark, but in the dark in the dark nonetheless, not only because of the dark, but because of the ballerinas in the dark, who are not in the dark about the dark, but also not in the dark about the locked cabinet, and you may be in the dark about the ballerinas digging up the locked cabinet in the dark, even though you are no longer in the dark about being in the dark, and so you are in fact in the dark about being in the dark, evn though you are not in the dark about being in the dark, and so you may fall into the whole the balllerinas have dug, which is dark, in the dark, and in the park.




..........................Can anybody follow this? I mean, I had to type this and all, but it still hurts my head just to follow along with it. I only wish I can do this good with the "I know what you know what you think...etc."

Burnt Popcorn

So. One day we all got new pillows. But you see, my pillow wasnt too great: waaaay too fluffy. But I used it for a little whiles, just to see if I'd get used to it.

So. One day I was using Jonathan's super old, goose-looking lamp that can get really really hot, and I was using it in my bed while reading. I gots to finish reading whatever I was reading and put it down for the night. Then, I noticed my sheets werent tucked in or anythings like that. For some odd reason, I cared about that. I mean, I almost never care about the sheets being untucked..I usually sleep that way, too. But for some odd reason I was doing that...or I was stacking books at the foot of my bad (I'm on the top bunk, so I have to shove the books in the corner so my feet wont hit them). Either way I was distracted and so I start smelling something. I look around and think "Burnt popcorn?? Is someone breathing that smell??" (note: we had popcorn during a movie that night). "I dont remember it being burnt though.." so as I was pondering this and continuing my work I still wondered where the popcorn smell was from...finally, I finished whatever I was doing and turned to go to bed. That's when I noticed it. The lamp fell over onto my pillow...which started burning a nice hole right into the feathers of the pillow. Smoke came from the pillow and I found out where that popcorn smell was coming from. So, after some difficulties I put out the fire and tucked it away by the open window (our room smelled like burnt popcorn, though, for the whole night). Alas, I was finally able to use my nice, flat pillow again. Yay!!!!

And so ends Damien's epic story.

Peace out. Oh, props for the reminder of my little past...Now I cant wait to go to the Dugyons again to see and smell the new floor. ;-) But I still want to go to the Maher's even more to see MY BABY!!! Shan, did a dingo actually eat it? If so...I new I should've sued you long ago because I KNOW HOW TO PROTECT AWESOME SIGNS!!! The end

Being in an argument is like fighting pizza...you'll give in one day and eat it

So,

Completely strange things going on these days. Such as me. But that's not the point. I'm talking about completely new posts, NOT like my other ones!! Isn't that cool? For once, I feel normal, even if it's not a good feeling, but somewhat demoralizing. But still, for once I can sympathize at how pathetic your guys' lives must be. All because I'm having this strange day where I feel normal (maybe its a nightmare, but I can walk around, so it has to be real).

So yeah, things have been happening. Last Friday and Saturday we went camping up at our cabins; that was something to remember! One of the first things that happened was us golfing off the hill. All of us hadn't golfed in ages, so it was kind of embarrassing for us all,but I think that I had the most embarrassing moment, though. There I was, after watching my cousin (Brian) and Jonathan do their best, even if they didn't look good doing it, I was ready to hit off over those mountains. I take my time getting ready for a stance, and imagine myself hitting the ball (a good accomplishment, in my eyes). I pull back the club and give it a nice swing and whoosh!!! There it was, flying about, 30-40 yards downhill, maybe more, maybe less. Only, you're thinking to yourself, "A golf ball at that distance downhill is pathetic!!" But let me tell you my friends, it was no golf ball flying downhill; golf balls never go "Whoosh!!!" when you hit them, they go "Whipong!", but that's not the point. Flying downhill was no other than my golf club, and boy it was a beautiful sight, probably a Guinness record (or something like that). So yeah, that was definitely memorable.

We also went hunting that day. I believe when the Pilleys, Mike, David, Jeeps, JC and us Crane boys went up there...we destroyed everything. We didn't go too far, but things were pretty grim with very few chipmunks to see. I believe Jonathan and Royce hit one or two, but that's about it.

After camping we went up to Demolition Derby; now there was something to (somewhat) remember! Cars lined up in a mud-square, surrounded by sand backing up and driving forward into cars is a good sight to see. Sometimes things died down at times and cars were pathetic at hitting each other, but it was all good, all good. The last derby in the square was the biggest one yet; 15 all around the sides, waiting to back up (they need to back up and hit a car before they can drive forward and hit a car) into the first car they can. Now, the point of this last derby was to be the last car able to move, which can take hours, mind you! So things kinda got a little tiring watching the last three cars trying to destroy each other while the other cars lay dead in the square. But the beginning of the derby was really fun to see. In one derby, there was even a double team against one car at a point, and it was so cool to watch that car go flying into the dirt mound.

So yeah, different things happening these days....different things.......

Also, one thing. Please pray for our uncle. He lost lots of blood but had surgery and things are looking better for him, but he's still in a lot of pain. If you guys would, please pray for his well recovery, it would be much appreciated.

"This is Your Life, Are You Who You Wanna Be?"

This has to be one of my favorite lyrical quotes from This is Your Life-by Switchfoot. It asks that question that probably every person has asked himself at least once in his lifetime. There are millions of things we do in a lifetime, but the real question is, are you who you want to be?

There are so many questions we can ask ourselves, and I feel like taking the time to put some of them on a blog, rather than a load of bull...ogna, yep. Bullllllogna; it's a new kind of word. So!

When you're with your friends, are your friends the ones to bring you closer to God or ones that will lead you astray with bad examples, immorality, or carelessness?
When you criticize someone at their faults, do you tell them their faults to hopefully let them realize their faults and work with them? Or do you want to tell them their faults just because you can or to cause argument?
When you tell someone about his faults that he cant work with (let's say he has a bad hair day or old clothes and he cant get a haircut or buy new clothes; some bad examples), why do you mention it? Do you want pleasure at feeling better than someone else?
When you interrupt someone, do you interrupt him for something important, or just because you want to get your say quickly before the subject might die?
When you talk about someone...what do you talk about with them? Do you talk edifying things, or are you making known this person's faults? Worse yet, are you making up or exaggerating the faults of the person?
When you argue with someone, what are you arguing for? Do you argue for your point only, or do you try to slander the person you're arguing while trying to prove your point?
When someone makes a mistake and it's obvious he's embarrassed about it, do you go and help him? Or do you stand there watching, pointing, and laughing?
When you go to Mass, what do you do? Are you contemplating on God and readying yourself for the Sacrifice or are you nudging or talking to your best buddy?
Do you think of others whenever doing something, say, when they need help, do you offer help?
Are you one to go talk to someone who has no one to talk to?
Do you share all your belongings? Or do you hold on to them dearly and only share them if that person does something for you in return?
Do you yell at someone for small reasons?
Do you hold grudges?
Do you look at the ups or downs of a person?
Do you make visitors feel welcome or just introduce them to this and that and walk away?
When--

So, my mind has completely gone blank now. I think this is satisfactory, though....Hopefully, all you people in desperate need to ask yourselves these questions!!! Anyways, some of these questions can have loopholes to them or, you know...ways to get out of it. Such as sarcasm :-D, but only when the other person takes it as a joke, not as an insult....

Damien

Ahh, and for the person(s) who made a new profile under my name and picture, I must ask you to please stop...

You Silly Swiss

And so, Damien begins his next negative, yet oh so important topic of the "Every So Once in a While."

*Cue in some awesome music while I get seated*
*Cut music, cue lights on none other than Damien*

Hello ladies and gentlemen, lets get to the chase; my topic is going to be about none other than Insolent Jerks.

Where can you find these people, someone might often wonder. Well, I would suggest you look to the left, right or behind your computer. If you see nobody, then leave the room until you find someone, and chances are that person is an insolent jerk. But they cant be your parents; I'll talk about that some other time.
Now, if you're somehow not smart enough to know what a jerk is (and I know this is so many of you young readers), I shall explain it to you. A jerk is someone who cares for no one (mostly) all the time. Jerks think about no one other than themselves; they're actually really easy to spot, as I said earlier.
Jerks say things...really mean things, and they say them very often. They'll say that your house is dirt cheap, or that your car is so old they think they're grandma drove one when she was ten. And yes, they say things like that. They'll stare at how your shoes arent tied properly, or worse, they'll stare at your bare feet...and trust me, that's eerie. Sometimes you're forced to try and befriend one of these jerks and you invite them for dinner once in a while. These jerks try your mom's specialistic food and makes a disgusted face while looking at the food, asking, "What is this, I've never seen it before." while its plainly a PB&J*.
Other jerks are jerks in a different kind of way. These kind of jerks are the ones that always have to hint at something. They try and point out that someone is doing such and such without pointing names (but obviously leading to the name) in topics, posts on blogs, and things of the sort. They'll hint at other jerks also, trying to make themselves look good. They'll talk about people who are rude, impatient, fashionable in so many ways, and so, so much more. They'll hint to practically every flaw in almost every single way possible. And they're obviously conjuring other ways to hint at something.
Jerks never apologize for anything, too. They'll do the wrongestest thing in the whole, wide world and never apologize. They'll avoid it as much as possible. For example, a boy just made fun of a friend and, later, on yahoo, says "Oh, I remember saying that to you :-(" They'll make the smiley face a way to apologize, but they'll never flat out apologize for their wrong.
So, basically all is said about jerks; I must now instruct on how to deal with these jerks. First, you should just go up to them, one way or the other and flat out tell them that you really dislike (we are not allowed to hate, my friends) them and never want to see them again. Another way to deal with it is just stay away from them, for crying out loud. I mean, if this person is a jerk, you're not going to be the best of friends with him, right? So STAY AWAY FROM HIM, for crying out loud (and yes, I can say that twice). You could also send them hate mail, death threats, things of the such and hope they just shut up from being scared. Things like this should hope though. I shall leave now. Thanks and good night.**

*1 Note: This is just an example. If your mother makes a darn good PB&J for dinner, then by all means invite me too. :-D

*Cue exiting music. Lights fade. Damien walks off*

speaks for itself doesnt it? Actually...no. Unless you noticed the waterbottle completely ready to take me out with freezing cold water...Good job if you did.
Royce adopted my ways later in to the game.

At our team's (Lance, Brian, Calyn, Benicia, Mom, and Myself) victory. Lances sings praise with the song "We are the Champion"

This is Raphael taking a swing at the ball and definitely getting a hit. After two at bats, Raphael very quickly adapted to the art of baseball. Right after this picture, I believe he hit the ball to Calyn (the girl in white) or myself...
I dont know who took this picture, but here is definite proof that Raphel adapted to baseball quickly (throwing the bat while running right after a hit is a definite good thing). He could run around those bases like greased lightning.

"Damien Hitting the Ball Really Far Cuz He's Good That Way"---We were playing softball, but afterwards did the "Who can hit the ball the farthest" game...I got in second, on a bouncer too. But alas, my dad smoked me by about fifteen feet. As you can see, I could not find my sneakers so resorted to God's creation...feet. Though I might have chosen that way anyways...
This is Desi about to hit the ball during the softball game.
This is Lanchae hitting the ball for the Hitting Farthest game. I cant remember how far he got, but afterwards he played around with Junior and I (as you can see in the Zen picture in the previous post). If you notice, many had a hard time hitting the ball because Royce was pitching...and he stunk!!! Actually...we pitch to our own team during softball and Lance literally killed our own team with his pitching...its so hard having to resort to batting against terrible pitches. ;-)

Some (Randomness) Included

Lance and Junior are at peace with the world.
Raphel eating dinner with us.

So on Sunday we went and played softball. It was Raphael's first time playing, but he definitely got the hang of it. I'll put up some more pics in a bit, but I wanted to just use this post to introduce Raphael (as a picture) and show you guys how nicely cut and green our softball field can get. It was the perfect opportunity to take a complete poser pic. (right above). Enjoy!

I Like the Sound of My Own Voice

Blogs.


Blogs have become so many things. They have become ways for people to post photos, random subjects, daily activities, etc. etc. But I think America has taken a new stance on Blogs.

The fun and excitement in blogs has died down, almost to a tragic end. Nowadays, Americans of all over believe a blog to be JUST about your life, when this is completely wrong. You see, a blog was first used as a form of journal, but more so that everyone can see it (i.e. a public journal). Now, American Liberals are grasping the blogs to be defined as a "You must post on what you did last Tuesday" kind of blog. People, thanks to all those liberals of the U.S., competely imagine a blog as a way to tell people what major thing you did, and if someone doesn't do that in a while...he'll be ragged on like Savage would rag on the straight-forward Conservatives or, the true Republicans. So my question is this...

Can't a person be able to own a blog...without ever having to worry about putting up a picture or making a post about "I went hunting with a friend again" without needing to say how many animals you've killed? Can't a blog ever be just a "I want to have fun" blog?

The answer I'm about to say may hurt some people to the very core of their hearts; the answer, sadly, my friends...sadly...is no. No. Plain as that.

There are few exceptions though. For instance, in America, some friends figured the idea to make a blog based on news and entertainment (movies, books, music, etc.) reviews. Now, a blog for this purpose is obviously bound to some criticism if nothing happens every once in a while. But luckily, the Liberals of America haven't targeted the line "You better make a review on the next movie you watch"...only luckily, though. Who knows when they'll brainwash easy going citizens to say that? But sometimes people can be just a teensy impatient with others. Which brings us to a new reality.

Reality, you ask? Some people may tend to forget what the word "reality" is. Some people happen to think that the only way to communication is through a blog, so when some of these people's friends go hiking for one week and don't make any posts or pictures up, things can get pretty bad for that friend's blog. He may come back to find spam written all over his last post; they start off slow and nice, but quickly get into angry tones: "So, when you gonna post those pics *the next words are my own* (that you never SAID you were gonna post them)?" Same thing, yada yada and boom. "Cmon, make the post. I want to see those pictures!" and then things get insane "Post the DA%$ pictures or I'll blow you away with my shotgun!!!"
Yes, my friends, it is shocking; imagine how it must have felt for the man to come back from his hike, seeing comments like those. It's not a great feeling...not at all.

All in all, my friends, lets give bloggers a break, if they don't make a post...MAYBE THEY DONT FEEL LIKE IT! If they're busy all week...DONT RAG ON THEM!!! If you haven't made a post in one month but a constantly-posting blogger forgets to make a daily post...DONT SAY A DANG WORD ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!! GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Ok, Damien...that's right.....deep breaths, in..................ouuuuuuuuuuut................very nice* Oh! Uhhh.... so anyways, theres my post for the "Whenever I feel like it, not when you feel like it."

Damien

PS. I would like you all to know that we have a visitor from Switzerland named Raphael for a couple of months. I hope you all will be able to meet him soon!

This is a continuation of their stories

We had a Accuracy Contest where those who participated were to shoot three cans with the gun of their choice. These are their stories *bom-bum!* (Law and Order)

We had some drama that night...obviously Royce though.
Let's see. We sang (Reed left though, so not Reed) all songs from Disney's Pocahontas (spelling) to Weezer's Beverly Hills. Royce, Lance and I sang our own songs at times (the Pilley's didnt know them, nor did JP, or maybe he just didnt know the lyrics).
JC Reilley. He's a strong guy...He survived two days without Starbucks. Or wait, was it one?
Hahaha oh yeah. Night time was fun.

Taking care of Punishment? Yeah, you can say that.
Did I mention Superman flew above us when we were shooting?
David....what more can I say?
What caught a pretty good sized fish. I got the grasshoppers, David did the rest (which was dropping the line (because it cant be thrown because those poles are ancient and dont work anymore) and hoping a fish came.

An Ode to Sisters

I now see the importance of a sister. Or at least a really girly guy.

You see, Desi* was gone for five days and boy...it was quiet. When she came back things have been more relieving and such. So I figured to myself that I have now figured out the true purpose of sisters.

Sisters arent in any way meant to be just annoying, which is obviously one of their natures. But they're also meant to be talkative. And this is a true gift from God, mind you. You see, with Desi* gone, things just felt empty. EMPTY! Desi* comes back and you hear the same things over and over, and somehow....its a good thing. It's hard to explain, but I think being annoying and talkative at the same time can be a relief to people who despise utter silence, it must be the purpose of the sister!

Sisters have another purpose though. Sisters are the ones with the weird styles, class, etc. As in they like the weirdest things! One example of a song that I'm sure everyone can relate to...SOS. Because I have a sister, I would hear that song at LEAST two times a day. Once it was five altogether in one day...Trust me, it was terrible. Another example is "Hips dont Lie"....Blegh. That's all there is to it. But this gets me to thinking again. Yet another purpose of the sister is to demonstrate to everyone else that life is hard and cruel in mysterious ways! And that people you're going to meet in the future will be like your sister. So there is another good thing about sisters. You get used to that weird, annoying, talkative being so much that when you meet someone exactly the same in college or something like that, it'll be like they're your best friend, even though they're uber annoying and talkative! For those without sisters, they'll just be sitting there, staring and thinking, "Ok......this girl likes to sing Kelly Clarkson in the public.......during a movie!" What goes along with the purpose of a sister also is that you learn to be gentleman-like...no matter how much your sister hates it, overuses it "I'm the girl so that's why!" etc. You just learn. Thanks to Des*, if some girl untunes my guitar for no stinking reason at all...I wont blow up! Just get really annoyed.

One last thing I'm glad I've learned because of Des* is that girls CAN ACTUALLY BE NICE! So now in the future if some girl laughs at a joke or doesnt completely put me down I wont be startled and amazed at a girl actually being nice. I'll be somewhat jolted, because it's very rare, but I wont be jaw-dropped or anything.

So there you have it. This is my load of scat concerning sisters. Hope you enjoy this completely random (but not as boring as Lance's post) topic!

Damien

* Note: Desi is just an example for a name of the average sister. Desi is in fact the sweetest sister I've ever met and had. Desi is not an average sister either, she is in fact her own...nothing like all you other annoying, talkative, sometimesreallynicebutatcompletelyrandomtimes, sisters out there. She's the best.

Take Me Away, to the Green Fields of May...

Due to some nasty comments from some, wait, one, person, I shall write about a bit more sort of going with fashion, but more on manners.

Why is it so common nowadays in America that people be rude? Is it because of fashion? Maybe. Or is it because people are generally, thanks to those liberals, more outgoing than they need be?

Whenever somebody walks into a house, you can often see them look around. And, of course, you'll see them stare for about five seconds at this one spot on the wall where you decided to draw your mom with a red crayon about ten years back. And the next thing they do is "Oh, your house is...........*periods cut off due to blogger restraint* lovely?" with a question mark!! I mean, WHY??!?!! What kind of comment is that? "Your house is lovely?" What, you cant find the right wording?! Did you mean "shabby" or "a dump"?! Sheesh.

And then its when ordering something, namely at Starbucks (because everyone goes there because fashion says you must go there to be cool), you MUST say. "Yeah, I'll have a caramel frappachino." the cashier in return asks, "What size would you like that?" and they say "Grande". The order is called, the person picks his drink and walks away. The end. Now, you guys probably dont know it, being rude, but there were a few mistakes there in my awesome story. First, the P word was missing. For most of you that dont know, the P word is PLEASE. And then its the TY wording. (Ok, I already said this, so I'm just going to copy myself) (Wait, its not letting me, so its done manually.) "For most of you that dont know, the" TY wording is THANK YOU. Sadly, in America, these words have gone away from so many simple minded people like yourselves.

And then we go to the blogging world. IF you choose to get a blogger account, you're going to have to be prepared to USE it! Now, with great blogging skills, comes great responsibility. If you've got an account, you're going to have to comment EVERYwhere to be nice! If you comment on someone's blog and completely ignore somebody else's, thats being rude! AND if you do comment one someone's blog often, but try to make little " *hint...hint*" s about updating a blog, do you know what thats like saying? Thats like saying "You're a boring person who does more than my blog, but I'm still going to complain." Yep...sadly its the truth. You see, a blog is like an online home, someone makes fun of it, its going to hurt someone else's feelings.

So what we must do in life, my good, rude, friends, is act as if the person you know is going to be shipped off to a different planet. I know; with all of you guys being rude and all that, you're thinking "We're supposed to party everyday?", but thats not what I mean. I mean you're supposed to make the person feel happy so when that unfortunate day comes when he's shipped off to another planet, he'll think, "Hey, at least I've got some good friends on Earth who are polite to me".

So alas, this brings my post to an end. I hope you all learned a great lesson, being as rude as you all are. If not, go suck on a lemon and tell me it tastes good.

Damien

Got Blog?

So anyways, I was getting to thinking. "You know what Damien?" "What?" "You haven't made a post in a while on your blog..." "that's so true, Damien. How bout I make one?" and so here I am making a post.

The world is changing, its now a fad to where your collar up like you're Count Dracula...Next thing you know we'll all be required to where fangs to be "cool". There is also the sunglasses thing...Why is it a fashion for people to where sunglasses that are only meant for your dad or someone because they're so big? I mean, is it the bigger the more range you have on being protected by the sun? Or is it carrying an extra pound (little exaggeration) on the top of your nose just one of those other "cool" things.
But! There is one thing that has been around that I must give props to...Flip flops. If a man doesn't like putting on shoes or socks every single day and needs to go somewhere where its all hot and sweaty, he doesn't need to worry about shoes anymore...because there are now flip flops! Though flip flops arent even that nice!!! Wouldnt it be cooler if the fashion was to where nothing at all on your feet? I would love that! Partially because I'm a laid back hippie though...But with feet, you can do a lot. Such as this: You're visiting a friends house and step on your lawn with your feet, you instantly know its never been mowed in its life or that it lacks water. Or...Say aliens attacked us and you're on the ground and something is too far away from your hands to reach that could save your life...You just use your toes! Its so easy, too!
Another thing I want is one of those chain necklaces. Or maybe they're called collars...Anyways they subject you like a dog and you're supposed to be cool in return...Pretty interesting.

Another fad is language now. If you're not quoting Napoleon Dynamite, then you're just a psychopathic LOSER! Also, I guess speaking with a slur is now cool...Or was that acting like you're bored? I wouldn't know, I'm too easily entertained. But the whole language thing is getting all weird. And for guys its a different thing...Its cool to use the Lords Name in vain and cuss like no other. Then its EVEN COOLER (I know, what can be cooler than blaspheming and cussing???) if you say simple sentences like you're a Neanderthal (no offense to those Neanderthals.): You simply reply to someone's LONG discussion to you with a simple..."Yeah". Maybe its because he cant here anything that other person says because its a fashion to listen to your mp3 player whenever...wherever. So I am done now. I think I'm going to go to Starbucks now, thats a fad I CAN follow! Oh wait, I dont drive. Well, I'm going to get some waffles then. TTFN ta ta for now! (thanks Jeeps for reminding me of that).

Here you go, Calyn!! I'm pretty sure my mail should have come in with Lance...but I was worried that it weighed too much (yeah, that might have been my little gift of Love), but they would have sent it back, like what happened to Royce. But now I think Royce sent his so all is hopefully good.
With Regards

This was pretty sure the first day we saw you (Well, Royce, Des and I)
With Regards

Hahaha it looks like Batman is gaining some weight...
With Regards

This One Is For You

This one is for you, Sweet Cousin Calyn. So comment soon!

Stop Calling Me Weird

Hold on, I cant think of anything. I'm having one of my spacey moments. Or it could just be Frank Caliendo on iTunes. I'll get back to you.

This is our last dodgeball picture...I didnt take as many good ones as Reed but ah well I tried my best. Enjoy for now!
With Regards

Pretty sure Jonathan got out after I took that picture.
With Regards

We smoked...Indeed
With Regards

Hahahahahahaha....Boy that was funny
With Regards

We're slaughtering the campers! I mean, cmon Reed is obviously smoking Gabe in that picture.
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Everyone is running to the dodgeballs, which are the only thing in focus...*sigh* I hate my camera...
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A Classic Tale about two black-robed men (and a lawyer) that conquered around 50 campers....I love that tale!
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Jeeps and Jason tearing the cone apart (...Well....about too).
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Gregory is getting wasted! And he's not drinking either!
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"And the Lord Did Grin Upon Reed...And Bestowed Upon Him A Spiritual Blessing"
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I'm pretty sure I heard a girlish cry of triumph from David there.
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The Main Entrance to the Seminary
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A German terror....
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Haha you stink Gabe...honestly
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The Kids
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Here we all are....waiting to be picked for some extreme dodgeball (good family fun there)
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Simon Harkins, a great Scottish guy...and the usual Ed
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You see the one in the brown shirt? Well that's a priest and he was hilarious! He would basically go suicidal for Fr. Berg and whenever he got Fr. Berg out he would start laughing like a heyena...it was so great
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