Failing, Flailing, and Bailing...

Hmph.

2007-06-16T11:36:00.000-04:00

So, I've lived in the Lake Gaston area almost my whole life. I've been driving the back roads and by-ways for the last ten years. I've seen my fair share of woodland critters cross the road, and I've seen my fair share of woodland critters fail to cross the road. If you go back 7-10 years, it seems like I would hit a possum every few months, I hit a few squirrels now and then, several birds, heck, I even hit a rooster once! (Ask me about that in person some time, he was playing "chicken" to impress a hen. Really!) Though I tried rather hard, I don't think I ever got a cat. And yes, cats are the only animal I ever tried to run down. I hit a deer once, but, thankfully, I saw it far enough in advance that I was only doing about 10-15 mph when I clipped its back legs. It and my car were fine. I even hit a turtle once. But I swear, it wasn't my fault. I was looking in the ditch because I thought I saw a dead person, (It turns out that it was a scarecrow) and then I heard a sickening crunch under my tires, when I looked in the mirror I saw the remnants of a turtle. (I don't know if it was dead before I hit it, I could be innocent.) Another time, I was crossing a bridge in my Firebird when a Canada Goose took off from the water and flew along beside the bridge for a while. It then swerved in front of me, and was aerodynamically pushed higher and avoided me by mere inches. When I looked out the glass in my T-tops, I know it couldn't have been more than 6-8 inches away from the glass.
All that to say, other than a Jeep in early March, I haven't hit much wildlife with my car in the past 6 years. And, oddly enough, about March I started seeing new, or different, wildlife around the lake. I don't know if they sensed my experience on the road and were rewarding me with their appearances, or what. But I'll give you a quick run-down of what I've seen over the past few months.
I've seen 4 turkeys in the road, 2 of them walked off, 2 flew off. I was nearly hit 2 or 3 times by wildly banking buzzards in flight (That would not be pretty). I ran a wrinkly bloodhound off the road (It was in the other lane, but when it saw me, it jumped like I scared it, and shook all its extra skin around. I thought it looked pretty funny.). I've seen countless deer, squirrels and opossum. A gray fox darted out of a ditch-bank and across my path. Several dozen turtles have been spotted (and skillfully avoided, I add with pride). I even had a peacock cross the road in front of me. Yes, I'm sure it was a peacock, and it's been spotted by others.
I couldn't help but get the feeling that this was some sort of send-off by my local critter friends; wishing me a fond and safe farewell as I move to Richmond.
(Cue the move.)
I moved to Richmond on Thursday, June 14, 2007. I consider my time of residency change to be the time I arrived, 7:15 PM. The first time I left my new home was the next day at about 2:30-3:00. So, less than 20 hours after moving to "the city", and less than two blocks worth of driving as a citizen, I bagged my first squirrel. Hmph.

Ok, so here's a new post.

2007-03-19T20:30:00.000-04:00

- I don't know what's going on. I really don't. I think it's good that I think I've realized that by this stage of my life, but, of course, I bet that just means that I don't really realize that I don't know what's going on. I bet a few years from now I'll be like, "Boy, I sure thought I knew it all back in '07. What a dupe I was." Then the process will probably repeat. I don't know, though. It might not. Whatever. I think that I think about what I think too much for my own good. Any thoughts?

- I ... uh, nevermind.

- "What's the possibility of a guy like you and a girl like me ending up together?" What's that from? You should know, it's the most quotable movie of this generation. Well, one of the top 5.

- The 80's rule. Except for the fact that it would take WAAAAYYYYYYYY too long to get ready every day.

- Taking bets on how long to the next post...closest without guessing too long...winner gets a token of appreciation.

2007-01-26T21:20:00.000-05:00

I stare at the page in front of me, (and this isn't the first time I've done this) and I can't think of anything I want to say. Nothing. Me, David Nida, verbose man of many words and few verbal lapses, cannot think of a single interesting or funny or inspiring or challenging thing to say to the rest of the world. (Who'm I kidding, maybe ten people. 12 tops!) What does that say? I don't know. If I did, I could tell you about it, but I don't know. I don't even have a speculative guess. I cannot proffer a gentle, prodding thesis into that calm, waiting void. Though I do feel like being unnecessarily and not altogether sensibly wordy. I guess if I knew what that says about me, I would be closer to knowing what my lack of, uhm, i dunno, communicative motivation (?) says about me. So this is what I've come up with to let the waiting throngs hear from me. I am breaking my silence to let you know that: Last night I completed 3, successively more difficult, Sudokus in less than 30 minutes. Yeah, Baby!!1

To my accountability partners:

2006-12-07T00:30:00.000-05:00

I'd like to take this time to thank many of you for your open, honest blogs. Blogs that deal with the heart of whatever is on your heart. Blogs that share what is going on in your life, and therefore share Christ.
I live in a vast ocean of emptiness. I'm not trying to be a sensationalist or anything, but there's nothing and (almost) no one here. You can ask Dan if you want confirmation, he's lived here. And at times -- no, for most of my life -- the lack of fraternization and fellowship has weighed heavily on my heart and life. I am, and always have been, an extrovert. Everything about me, from my heart rate and breathing patterns, to the quality and quantity of my speech, to the way I can't seem to slow down at all, all seem to change depending on whether or not people are involved with whatever I'm doing. And there's no offense meant to any of the kids at church, but, I mean, the oldest is 18, and I'm 25, and sometimes I just want a peer.
I know that it is a failing of mine, but I struggle to do anything when I don't get enough interaction with my peers. I have difficulty achieving anything at all. I can't write anything, I can't create things, I can't read good books, I can't even keep a proper blog. What's more, and much, much more important, is that I can't keep walking with God. I know that I shouldn't depend on people. But I do. Without people in my life, in some form, I just shut down. It's not even that I need them to challenge me directly about my walk -- though that is an unbelievably welcome (and rare) blessing -- I just need people to be around.
That's why I love it when you come to CWR. That's why I almost never miss working a weekend there. That's why I am so moved by reading your blogs, that sometimes it gets hard to breathe. That's why I want to thank you for being honest. Without your honesty and discussion of what you are dealing with, I wouldn't take time to think about them myself. You have been my accountability this year, and I thank you.
Please, if you will, reach out to me some time, or someone else. Not necessarily this week, though that would be fine, or even this year, but if you could just call me sometime and say something, it would make my day. Maybe even my week. Truly. And if you feel like it, ask about my walk with God, my current walk. I may not be walking that closely at the time, so the answer might not be an encouragement to you, but the act of the question itself (even if I'm not close to Him at the time) will bless me immeasurably. Thank you for loving God.

Dan Hawkins and D.C.Talk

2006-12-04T00:01:00.000-05:00

I think a lot of people just don't realize how cool those two both are. I'm not sure of the reasons why. I like both Dan and D.C.Talk, even though some might find that an odd coupling. They're both held in high esteem by the majority of those who have attended CWR, frequently considered, "Awesome", and have been key influences on my life since the mid-nineties. So, here's to both of them. Yay!

My Car.

2006-11-24T01:03:00.000-05:00

AHHHHhhh! Uh, Happy Thanksgiving recovery day. I sincerely hope your Thinksgiving day was blessed.
I've found myself in a bit of a predicament. I may have offended someone close to me, and I don't know how to make it right. By my calculations, Monday night, on the way to Jeremy's house, my car hit 100,000 miles. I didn't notice for another coupla days or so. I don't know what I should do to make it up to him/her. I mean, it's oil change isn't for another 1000 miles or so, and I can't afford new paint or rims. I'm at a loss. Please, if you have any ideas about how to patch up our relationship, let me know ASAP. I don't want to leave this situation raw like this any longer than I have to. Thanks for your understanding and swift response.

My internet is back up.

2006-11-19T14:31:00.000-05:00

So, what a week. My month was a bit odd. I lost my computer's internet access a while ago, and got it back yesterday. But I'm jumping ahead there, and this is going to have to be organized if it's gonna make any sense at all. This is the week that has just transpired.
To start, I went to work a bit early so I could then go to Matt's play. I went to Matt's play. It was good. I got to hang out with the Creacy's and was exposed to the wonderous joyness of Charlie the Unicorn. (see Dan's blag, or youtube)
Tuesday I got to eat breakfast with Matt and Luke Whitehead. It was good. I then went home and played some PS2 for awhile (maybe 7 hours...it was my day off; and though I'm not proud of the time I spent [some would say, "wasted"] I did spend them in such a manner, and I'm giving you the facts.) (Remind me to tell you my ideas about the enticement and allure of video games some time, I think it could be an interesting topic.).
Wednesday seemed kinda normal when I woke up, but then I got to work. I was asked shortly after arrival to consider, on such short notice, working the midnight shift as well later that night. I thought for a moment, and responded in the affirmative. After my morning shift I went to AWANA then stayed at home for a few hours then went to work. At 6:00, after being awake for 22 hours, I finished my shift for the day of Thurs, and decided to go to Wal-Mart to get a router for my computer so it would work. When I got to Wal-Mart, I saw a friend of a friend sitting on a bench. That wasn't too weird in itself, but because it was 7:00 AM, and I knew this guy didn't usually get up that early, it made me go, "Hmmm." He then told me that he was waiting in line for a PS3. I thought for a moment, and decided that, since I had already worked that day's shift, I, too, was waiting for a PS3. I called J, and a few hours later he was in line as well. And we had a great line. There was none of that pushing and fighting or anything, we held each others spots, even let each other go to restaraunts in the shopping center. Number 2 was actually a local children's minister. And number 8 was a homeless man being paid to wait. I was 10 and J was 12. We were forced to wait outside, due to this Wal-mart's policy. That wasn't so bad for most of the morning, but, by mid-day, the storm system that caused the tornadoes across parts of our great state came through with a vengance. Or maybe just a lot of water in a short amount of time. About the time that it became pointless for us to go inside because we were totally soaked already, they let us come in to wait in the foyer. Sometime during the day, I went to RadioShack and discovered that my other router was still under warranty, and would be until Sunday. Some time after dark the local news station showed up (and yes, I meant to say that the station showed up. One guy pretty much does it all, writing, reporting, anchor, tech, commercial filming, y'know, th whole shebang.) and interviewed me and a few of the other people standing in line. We even got to show him what we did to stay warm, Hacky-sack. At about 10 or 10:30 PM they gave out the rain-checks to numbers 7-12, and we were free to leave. So J and I drove to Ahoskie because rumor had it that at 6PM they had no one in line, and they weren't opening the doors until 7:00 AM. We got there at 11:50, and 12 & 13 had just shown up. They had 12 spots at their Wal-Mart as well. We drove home (J stopping in Ro-Rap to drop me off at my car) and about the time I crawled into bed Friday morning at 2:00 I hit my 42nd consecutive waking hour. I slept.
When I got to work (a few hours late -- don't worry, I called in tired on Thursday), I had an uneventful shift. I then took a shower and went to church for our monthly Open Gym night. I played some soccer-type sport in an enclosed room (lots of running into each other) then shot some B-Ball. After a few minutes of that, we lowered the goal to a more accessible level (8' 6") and had a dunk contest type thing. That'll wear you out. It kills the legs. Badly.
Saturday I got up in time to go to RadioShack and Wal-Mart and exchange my new router and pick up my replacement for my old one before heading to CWR for the last retreat of the season. It was a nice, cool, breezy afternoon. I got to discuss the prospects of UNC's upcoming lesson in dominating a sport from the opening tip-off in November until the Madness of March starts to fade slowly away into the glow of yet another trophy sitting in a well-lit case for posterity to murmer in wonder at the splendor and glory of a truly great franchise and their hard-won hardware. Or something like that. Then I came home, planned a Sunday School lesson, installed a router and the appropriate software, and have been writing this blag entry ever since. I hope you've read and enjoyed it, I've enjoyed reading yours, and I never miss it. I'm just too shy to comment.

no title

2006-10-22T00:31:00.000-04:00

So the Family Force Five concert was good. I posted a few pics and a video on my myspace: Boogity-boogity-boo!
(Does that answer your question, Dan?) I think I may have found a way to post more/more effectively. If I have, you'll notice. (Because there will be more posts.) Sorry I'm not funny now.

Wednseday night.

2006-10-18T00:14:00.000-04:00

The Five.

Nothing original here.

2006-10-13T01:49:00.000-04:00

Alrighty then, I told you I'd try to put something up here more regularly, and I can't think of anything interesting to say, so here is the tenative (pronounced: not likely) first paragraph of my first book. Like the title of this post says, this is not new. In fact, it's over a year old now, but I found it and read it and thought about it, so that's good. I might even put another paragraph with it sometime, or even a page or two. But this is all for now. I hope you enjoy.

The Midget Prince (this is a tenative title as well)

George climbed to the top of the hill and looked back one last time at his home, the home he had known for his whole life. He said his single, sad goodbye and hiked down into a wild and unknown country. All of his life was now a mystery; no one who knew him before this day would see him again, and no one who met him from this point on would know who he really was. He breathed a sigh of relief mixed with a little bit of fear, and realized that shame had left him. He breathed again, and the fear had subsided; once more, and joy had taken its place. He realized that he really was free to start a new life, and that his new life could be almost anything he wanted it to be.

I'm sorry

2006-10-08T01:12:00.000-04:00

I apologoze for the somewhat venomous bent of part of my previous post. I was behaving childishly, and my post was an example of that. I will try to delight myself in The Lord and not let other people dictate the way I feel. I'm also gonna try to post something on at least a twice-weekly type of timeline. Thanks for being there, thanks for caring, thanks for wearing brown and black together.

Here we go.

2006-10-01T14:29:00.000-04:00

Sorry for not posting in a (long) while. Things have been good here. It's been busy, but that's ok. Just a few quick points as I try to get re-aclimated to online culture (and if you're reading this, chances are, I'm not ranting about you in point one).

Over the last few years, I've received much praise (mostly justified) for my efforts in "keeping-in-touch" with CWR staff and other friends. This year has been different. I really just don't seem to care if I talk to anyone or not. I know that this isn't healthy, but it's the way I feel. I'm tired of always being the one to make the call. Ever since I was like, 14, I've been the one to start any type of conversations or "hang-out" times. I've been the one to call and say, "Hey." I've been the one to ask if people want to hang out. I've been the one to initiate almost all conversation that has transpired between myself and virtually any other human being (notable exceptions being: Dan Hawkins, Lisa Adams, J, and for a short period of that time, Matt Youngblood, Steve Yoder, and I'm sure one or two other people at some time for a month or two). I mean, I could be wrong, but I see people talking to each other, and it seems that one of them must have started the conversation. It's just something that has always bothered me, and I'm tired of putting so much of myself out there and not getting much return. I guess I'm just tired. So, if you're reading this and I haven't called you in a while, don't take offense, take your phone, and call someone, anyone, even me if you want to.
I taught a combined Sunday school this morning, with 7-12 grades all together. It went well, though a few people that normally show up weren't there. I'll keep you all updated on the class and what we do. Unity is going to be our focus for a while.
In other news, a county in my area had a picnic for their health department. For the next few days the health department was missing a few of their employees, as mass food poisoning took it's toll. Originally thought to be from bad potato salad, it turns out that the E-coli (just the regular type, not the spinach kind) came in the form of under-cooked hamburgers. There was no loss of life, and everyone has recovered as well as expected so far. I just thought it odd...

On the comfort of straightjackets.

2006-09-16T22:11:00.000-04:00

I've never been a fan of them myself, that is, never until I wore one. Which, sadly, is still in the future, so I don't think I am as of yet allowed to like them. But I have put on a jacket backwards and let someone tie the sleeves together, so that's close. And I did find that somewhat pleasant. I found out some good things today, mainly that I'm an acceptable soccer (Futball) referree. And I miss having actual people within 6 years of my age that I can hang out with. And every fall after camp I get bogged down and distracted by the proposition of mundane, low-end, mcjobs (look it up, it's in the New Websters Dictionary) for the next 4-6 years until I can get out of debt enough to go to school (and likely get into debt again) so I can get a job working with a church or something, so I can then start "my life". It gets old after thinkin about it for 12-13 seconds. I wish I could just hit "Reset" (Oh the joys of the NES). And I know that "All things work together for good", and I believe it, it just gets old sometimes. If you would, please be so kind as to pray for me as I take the next step in trying to follow God. I think I see what it is, but I would like to be sure. And to feel His Peace. I'm tired of existing, and I'm ready to live. Thanks.

(P.S. Don't you hate it when you hit "Save as Draft" instead of "Publish Post" and then check to see if anyone commented the next day only to find that you never even posted? I do)

DO NOT READ THIS BULLETIN!!!

2006-09-11T23:28:00.000-04:00

Oh no! I'm sorry! You started reading it! Now you have Bulletinitis! It's a very rare and painful sickness that lies dormant for years and only flares up when you send a forward, or copy and paste a bulletin. If you send this, or any other message you get from anyone, you will have the full-blown disease! Please take this seriously, I'm not joking! The disease starts slowly, just itching around the eyes and a few sore muscles/joints. It intensifies within a few hours, with cramping in the legs, and the skin around your fingernails starts to pull away, leaving gaping wounds. It then builds to a horrifying crescendo, as your face literally falls off of your body moments before your heart starts pumping out acid instead of blood, which eats your body from the inside out. After the disease takes it's toll on the human involved, often little kittens will come up to the vile mess on the ground and step in it, thereby being eaten by the acid themselves.
***** If your eyes DO start itching, the only thing you can do to stop the disease from spreading is to go to a friend and have them punch you in the face for sending out a forward. It has to be a hard punch in order for the disease to be knocked back into dormancy. Using a baseball bat or other implement is often effective.
This is a real problem, and it is becoming an epidemic. To find out more, go to: aamc.org . They have the answers there. Please, don't take this lightly, if you ever want to be with the one you love, or want to be successful in life, or have magical powers, or JUST DON'T WANT TO DIE, don't copy and paste this or any more bulletins. Think of the kittens...

I'm not sure this deserves a title

2006-09-11T03:50:00.000-04:00

Jut let me warn you, you might not enjoy this, or even want to read it, and that's ok. You've been warned, so here goes....:

Lo, and listen to the raven's cries/
Hear it sounding forth the great demise/
tumbling out upon the field my words like warriors are ever-mindful of the overseer & its dreadful glare cracking beak and tearing talons but scorning protocol tradition and the rules they now find their way to a banquet a banquet of chaos and decay having slumbered for so long they now have been reckless ruthlessly laying waste to each other as they long for a long walk crying and sleeping that's what they want but they never sleep they always look for a target they are animals of war accustomed to fresh feasts and new wine they take what they see with no regard to propriety seeking serving and putting themselves above all and falling at the feet of knees wailing and gnashing brash and hate-filled symmetry all but lost on cracking boards of watchersby wanting a peek under the skirt of the warrior tick tick tick the bomb ticks like a man what makes a man tick like a warrior what makes a bomb tick tick tick like a clock sounding zero-hour on our doom and our happiness these words can't say what these words don't know/mean/feel/do i can't say i want to crawl away and towards something something something real and big and not worth missing i miss you i miss me i miss living i'm tired of mis-living
See it circle, soaring overhead/
A watcher spotting danger for my sake/
My heart should peace, not overfill with dread/
Now I lay me down to sleep before I wake.

Ok, so I warned you. Sorry. Don't feel like you have to comment or anything, I was/am just putting this out there....

I forgot to mention...

2006-09-05T21:08:00.000-04:00

I forgot to mention that I have a new best friend. Freshly dried sheets. Yep, if you've never done so, spill a sody-pop on your bed right now, then wash your sheets. But wait until your ready for bed before you dry them and as soon as you take them out of your dryer, put them on your bed and climb in. EUPHORIA, you've found a new home!
Also, in other-worldy news, I'm now officially a Model/Actor, and not the other way around. I signed with an agency yesterday, and had an audition. I don't think nuch will come of it right away, but like I always say, (all right, so I said it for the first time today) "God can bless me in whatever way He wishes, whenever He wants to, but it doesn't hurt to help Him out when I can." And I had to shave for the audition. yeah. shave. For the first time since July. That is, July 2005. I look like an oversized 4th grader. With a 5 o'clock shadow.
Well, here's hoping your wekend was more or less immensely enjoyable.

Dan's House of Cruellers

2006-09-02T20:22:00.000-04:00

I went to Dan Hawkin's house. It was fun. There were a lot of people there. I enjoyed it. I got to spend the night. We watched a few movies. We watched The Colbert Report. That Stephen Colbert, he's a funny one! I got to eat PIZZA! Then I went to visit Jen. That was nice. I had a good two days. I hope you did, too! Bye-bye.

Let the stories begin, or (to steal a motif from Dan and subtitle my blog entries) It's good to be home.

2006-08-29T22:47:00.000-04:00

So it's Tuesday. I got back from CWR on Saturday. I still haven't slept "one good time." I'm ready to tonight, though. I put brand-new (Read: freshly-washed) sheets on my bed last night, the last ones in the hous that actually stay on the mattress without me having to pull the corners back over the edges 2-8 times a night, and said to myself, "Man, these feel good. I won't have to change them for 6 months!" And i slept well, just not long enough. After work today I ate some burgers, watched a movie, and talked to Lisa. It was 8:30 tonight, all I had to do was take a shower, and i'd be ready for bed. So i tossed the dvd, in the case, up on to my bed (it's a loft bed, 5'5" or so) so it would be closer to my filing cabinet, where I store my movies. Then I grabbed a soda (Coke w/Lime, in case you're wondering) and tossed/dropped it onto my bed as well. Mind you, this was a forward-momentum-only type toss, the can dropped maybe 4 inches to my mattress and only travelled 2-3 feet forward, and only 6-8 inches in the air, before it hit the mattress. It then gently bounced of of the DVD case, bursting a hole in its side, spewing Coke (With LIME) all over my freshly made (one day ago) bed. Yeah, postpone the shower. Change my sheets. I still haven't washed the ones I used at CWR, or the ones that I took off last night, so we're out of clean ones. So right now, instead of having been asleep over an hour, I've got like 15 minutes left until my sheets are dry, then I get to make my bed, then try to sleep. On the bright side of things, at least my bed will be made when I lie down in it tonight. Probably.

wow...what a long post.

2006-08-27T05:06:00.000-04:00

Hey, I'm back. For good. Or at least until I work a weekend at CWR again, which'll probably be in like, a week. But seriously, I think I can keep up with this thing now.
So, I checked out a few other people's sites and ran into something that took WAY longer than I had planned. I read my friend Josh's blog and needed to respond to it. I HIGHLY recomend that anyone who cares about their walk with God check out his post and the ensuing responses.
I think this will work. http://www.xanga.com/chicken_man/522250967/a-spitting-out-of-the-heart.html?nextdate=last

if not, try this, http://www.xanga.com/chicken_man

and then read Wed. Aug 23rd and the comments. But watch out, it's long and deep in there. Seriously.

Hey, i'm kinda back...

2006-08-08T11:44:00.000-04:00

I'm glad, almost to the point of exuberance, to know that people out there care. i had an amazing last few weeks at camp! actually, my whole camp experience has been amazing, but that's a story for another blog. i'd just like to shout out to Bigfeet and AVALANCHE!!! thanks for being pretty much awesome!!! to everyone out there, read Romans 12 and pay attention to the order of things, the first part says to be living sacrfices and to be transformed, the second tells you how to do that. God's even more awesome than AVALANCHE! get some sleep and think of eternal raves (drug-free, that is).

The answer... no, not 42...

2006-07-22T17:17:00.000-04:00

Dan, where David had had, "had had", had had, "had". "Had had" was right.

yikes!!!

2006-07-22T16:42:00.000-04:00

Wowowow...it's been like, six thousand years since i posted here! I am sooo sorry. things have been busy here at CWR, but they've been great as well. i can't really make a shout-out to all my campers, but Will Patterson actually commented, so he gets one. I still haven't heard from any church to hiure me to be a youth pastor or anything like that, but I can wait, God's timing is always cool. I gotta go soon, but thanks for reading this(if you are not reading this, like if someone else only told you about it, NO thanks!), and i wish and pray God's blessings on your life as you follow Him. pssst...read 1 Peter sometime, it's good. oh, yeah, GO CINDERBLOCKHEADS!! GO SEA MONKEYS!!! GO SEBASTIAN!!!! GO PEQUOD!!!! and to anyone else i missed, GO EVERYONE ELSE!!!

I'm back from CWR...

2006-06-17T15:35:00.000-04:00

...for today. The 1st week of GP camp is over, and boy was it a doozy! My guys were great...GO Sebastian! (oh yeah... Garfunkel says hey, and Kip and Lafawnduh were unavailable for comment) We had such a good week; Matt Windley was the speaker for 6-8 grade campers, and he was really good at being understandable and informative, while also being fun. I'm at home now, doing laundry and the like. I'm watching the US/Italy World Cup match, it's almost half and it's still tied...we'll see what happens.
I think it's great that I have heard a lot about the Stanley Cup finals and the world cup, but I didn't even really know that the NBA finals were going on now. The NBA is the second (or maybe third[or fourth]) most entertaining basketball league in America. They're a bunch of spoiled rich people who have all agreed not to run until the playoffs so they can all look like they are at the same level. I'd rather watch retarded penguins playing croquet with pig's bladders and sledgehammers than the NBA. Of course, now that I mention it, I'd rather watch that than most things i can think of.
I gotta go, my teeth are getting anxious, they've been sitting still too long and wanna cruise the open road. (mimes are funny)

It's almost time...

2006-05-24T10:44:00.000-04:00

...to party like it's 2009! HooHOOO!!! Yay-yah! Uh...please forgive me for what just happened, Josh Deng will be at my house later today, and I am giddy with excitement b/c of that, and the fact that that (I love it when i get to say "that that" [btw, did you know that there is a way to properly punctuate this group of words to make them grammatically correct? I'll post the answer later, but try to do it yourself:
dan where david had had had had had had had had had was right
No really, it can be done!]) that that means that camp
is right around the corner.
Josh Deng is my favorite! Except for syrup! Except for smiling, really smiling is my favorite! But Josh Deng and syrup make me smile! (No guys...there's nothing "weird" going on here, I've just got the pre-CWR Brain-Woogles. Dey Mak-a me CrrrraaayzeeEE!)

Welcome to my world

2006-05-23T01:31:00.000-04:00

This is a prime example of what you get when you give a guy who loves to ramble but doesn't like to make other, disinterested, people listen to what he has to say...or at least it will be once I have the time to do this thing right. Keep eating pork, God said we could.

hey there citizens

2006-05-21T00:35:00.000-04:00

more to come...maybe...or check out www.xanga.com/davealiciousthechipmunk