"To every girl who gets her heart broken because he chose the whore instead..."

Hey. That's me...
Thanks Mason.
I feel the love.


- To every girl crying tonight; you know you deserve better than that
- To every girl that dresses cute, not skanky
- To every girl who wants to be called beautiful, not hot.
- To every girl who gets her heart broken because he chose the whore instead
- To every girl that would die to have a decent boyfriend.
- To every girl who would just once like to be treated like a princess.
- To every girl that cries at night because of another heartbreak.
- To every girl that just wants to hold hands.
- To every girl that kisses him with meaning.
- To every girl who just wishes he cared more.
- To every girl who would just once want a guy to give their jacket up when they are cold.
- To every girl who just wants him to call.
- To every girl who lies awake at night thinking about him.
- To every girl that just wants to cuddle.
- To every girl that just wants to sleep with him without having sex every time...
- To every girl that is SCARED to put her heart out there again because she has been HURT too many times or so badly.
- To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back.
- To every girl that thought maybe this could be the one.
- To every girl that believes in her dreams.
- To every girl that would do anything so she could achieve those dreams.
- To every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way.
- To every girl that doesn't want a guy who just plays with her emotions; but actually cares about how she feels.
- To every girl who wants words backed up with actions.
- To every girl that fell for all the lies - only to find themselves alone in the end.
- To every girl that gave her heart away, only to have it shoved back in her face.

I'm trying to sleep...

When it begins, sound rushes in and drowns out everything
Sideways in bed, you cover your ears, the roar is deafening
When it won't quit you stagger up and into the hall
But out there it's louder. somebody's party? you start to yell

"Hey, buddy, hey! Hey, buddy, please!
Would you quiet down? You're killing me!
It's 2 AM, I'm trying to sleep!"

But the sound keeps going, 'til the walls are shaking
And no one answers though you keep running around and banging on doors
And it seems strange there's no one home, you start to wonder
'Who's making that noise if I'm up here all alone?"
But then the pitch hits and you stop caring
Cause what was piercing is now controlled
And there's no who and no why and there's no conflict
You breathe it out and let it go.

You start a song and when you sing the sound is gone!
And when you sing the lights come on!
And then the doors all open wide!
And then the whole hall staggers out and sings along!
You rub your eyes --they come closer-- it's
a party?

2am, Thee More Shallows

Going senile

If you say it quietly....

Have you ever noticed
that when a doctor type person has to ask you a slightly "personal" question, like "Are you sexually active?" or "When was your last period?" they ask you in a whisper, as if saying it quietly makes it seem less intrusive.
But it doesn't work.
You still end up answering them in a normal tone, and boom, it's still as public as it would have been if you had been asked in a shout.
There's my wonder for the day.

This picture is worth a lot of words

Tree-ix

Is what this tree used to be called. At least by me. And now, all the kids who come to Camp Pecometh won't get to see how much they're missing out on by not being allowed to climb all over the tree.

And that's really sad.

They'll never get to see the other half of the tree. The other half of the seat that time had fused into the trunk, bending it, little by little, until nature just beckoned you to come and sit in it.

I miss it already.

Unnatural Things I Willingly Do

Not all that long ago, while I was starting to deal with a particularly hard breakup, one of my friends told me that guys were pretty stupid in relationships since they think the answer to any problem is to break up with the girl immediately, suddenly, and without the thought of working their problems out.
Then, just a few whiles ago, on a television show, it showed the feminine irrational side. As soon as this woman finds out that her fiance slept with another woman, she kneed him in the balls, walked across the restaurant, and threw the ring at his writhing body. No questions, no chance for him to explain himself, no chance to work it out.

Just break it off immediately.

Walk out of his life.

And pray for his sake that he stays out of yours.


Because it made me realize that simply breaking it up isn't just a male principal, but all a part of human nature (and, possibly, a part of God's plan. I'll have to get that approved by Mr. Marvel and my art teacher though.... During an intellectual conversation). Blowing up is natural, forgiving them is not. That's what's so unnatural about Christianity --we're supposed to forgive everyone for whatever they've done to you or to others, just like God does for us. And that being unnatural really relates to the whole point of being a Christian: so that you can live eternally.
Living forever definitely isn't natural.
And neither is forgiveness.
Which is why I plan to both.
All in good time, though.
All in its time.

An Early Morning Revelation

I just realized how many songs I have on here.
But oh well.

"Music touches emotions that words cannot."

I'll just leave it at that.

If my name was Amy, this would be my song

Amy's gone
And time rolls on
How far? how fast? how long?

The last time we saw Amy
She was headed for the shore
Fighting off the volatile gray skies
She said now begins forever
And that no one knows their time
We bid farewell not knowing
That might be our last goodbye

Amy was a fighter
She cut like Casius Clay
She burned like a fire
Despite these rains
Where time was a question
She only knew one song
She's singing, "how far, how fast, how long?"

Salvation is a fire
In the midnight of the soul
It lights up like a can of gasoline
Yeah, she's a freedom fighter
She's a stand up kind of girl
She's out to start a fire
In a bar code plastic world

Amy was a fighter
She cut like Casius Clay
She burned like a fire
Despite these rains
Where time was a question
She only knew one song
She's singing, "how far, how fast, how long?"

When everything stops moving
And I stop to catch my breath
And ride my train of thought
All the way round
My thoughts return to Amy
And the fire she's begun
She came when we were freezing
And left us burning up

Amy was a fighter
She cut like Casius Clay
She burned like a fire
Despite these rains
Where time was a question
She only knew one song
She's singing, "how far, how fast, how long?"

Amy's Song, Switchfoot

I've always liked this number...

Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day

Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing
Spirit take me up in arms with You

And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You

Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong

See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You're raising the dead in me

Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now

And You're raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You

You're raising the dead in me

Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising the dead in me

I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You

And You're raising the dead in me

Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts.

I'm not copping out.
Not copping out.
Not copping out.

24, Switchfoot

Hindsight is 20/20. Or so they say.

Mason finally gave me his reasons.

He was scared of what our coach would do if he found out.
He thought I was too sarcastic.
He thought I deserved much better.

He also said he "hadn't been good to me."
Thanks for the heads up.
That's what I get for trusting him too much.
And assuming that he wouldn't go too far.
Stupid, naive me.

"Now I know I was mistaken for handin' you a heart worth breakin'"

I guess that's all it was, really...

In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound
Of the birds outside on the roof
I try to ignore what the paper says
And I try not to read all the news
And I'll hold you if you had a bad dream
And I hope it never comes true
'Cause you and I been through so many things together
And the sun starts climbing the roof

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
It's only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

The Red River stills flows through my home town
Rollin' and tumblin' on its way
Swirling around the old bridge pylons
Where a boy fishes the morning away
His bicycle leans on an oak tree
While the cars rumble over his head
An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
And the young birds call out to be fed

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
It's only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

An old man walks along on the sidewalk
Sunglasses and an old Stetson hat
The four winds blow the back of his overcoat away
As he stops with the policeman to chat
And a train rolls out of the station
That was really somethin' in its day
Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails
As it carries the passengers away

It's gone
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
Only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
It's only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away

It's A Dream, Neil Young

Not-so-unwritten rules of AC

By Jessie, my amazingly "cool" co-group leader.


We are a unique brand of student.
We know of the days of the week as Homeworkday, AC, Wednesday, Thursday, Thinkabouthomeworkday, Saturday, Sunday
It could be snowing in April on late Monday night, and we wouldn't know because we HAVE to finish our math.
We don't go to school on Tuesday. We go to class.
Two hours go by really fast.
Chicken and fries = life support
If the snack machine breaks, you cry (ok, maybe that's just me)
Coffee becomes great, even if you don't like it.
Putting used ice down peoples backs if better than ever.
Mountain Dew IS the blood of Jesus.
Animal crackers from Ms Bishop are better than any other.
Creativity Team. Enough Said
So, you can date other people in your class. You just have to make sure they know you ARE smarter than them… even if you aren't
Being friends with your teacher does help your grade
It's ok if u drop the dry erase marker behind the board. Everyone does it. They are going to run out in 20 minutes anyway.
A "quick" five minutes break… usually lasts til the slowest person is finished.
Levels only matter in the classroom
Lunch is 3/4 over when the Milford kids get there
The guy in the Cafeterias name is Chuck. He is cooler than you.
Don't buy the Ho-Hos
Rolling down the hallways hurts.
Holiday themed snacks aren't good
The guy pushing the carpet vacuum CAN'T hear you
If you get up to use the bathroom, take your time. No one notices you are gone.
Ms Rumble tells a lot of stories.
Being loud is okay, unless you are outside of Ms Smith's classroom
The library has the coolest blue couches you will ever see
You need at least five bucks to survive the day properly
Remember when soda was only a dollar? Those were the good ol days
Academic(ally) Challenge(d) is too cool for school