jonathan. mcisaac. deserves. a beating. he made jordan get stitches today. shoves jordan into a locker cause they were putting ice down eachother’s necks, but then jon gets mad and jordan cuts his hand on the locker and you could see the muscle and everything.
jordan’s ok but i seroiusly feel like slapping that boy. mannnn
hey. can you film after school tomorrow? my internet is down so give me a call on my cell when you find out when. the project is due on friday so yeah.. my cell is 470 2112. thanks.
Hello. -feels much braver below Megs comment- My name is Shandi (a freind of hers, I promise) and I admit extreme facination with your Xanga, your way with words… ahh I should shut up now. I sound so creepy. But alas my fear of sounding stupid is miniscule in comparison to my need to say that I think you write well . Echoes of truth and wisdom.. okay seriously silencing myself now.
Not creepy! Oh no, my reputation crashes to the ground, watch it shatter. My post… hmmm yes I suppose it could show our seflessness and modeling ourselves after Christ. I won’t deny that, what I was trying to portray more than anything though is my willingness to help other’s pain, yet my tendency to avoid my own like the plauge. It’s rather ironic I think, how quickly I rush off to help everyone else and yet make copious amounts of passionate excuses against taking care of myself. I think it is true in a way for all of us, selflessness is seldom purely selfless… ahh alas but it were. ‘Tis what I strive for.
Words escape me at the moment. Life has a way of taking my grandest ideas and smashing them, I am not complaining though. Shattered fragments are what my God is best at using. Random thoughts.. meh.
T-shirts indeed.
I’m stoked.
jonathan. mcisaac. deserves. a beating. he made jordan get stitches today. shoves jordan into a locker cause they were putting ice down eachother’s necks, but then jon gets mad and jordan cuts his hand on the locker and you could see the muscle and everything.
jordan’s ok but i seroiusly feel like slapping that boy. mannnn
we got a puppy brandon!
hey. can you film after school tomorrow? my internet is down so give me a call on my cell when you find out when. the project is due on friday so yeah.. my cell is 470 2112. thanks.
Hello. -feels much braver below Megs comment- My name is Shandi (a freind of hers, I promise) and I admit extreme facination with your Xanga, your way with words… ahh I should shut up now. I sound so creepy. But alas my fear of sounding stupid is miniscule in comparison to my need to say that I think you write well . Echoes of truth and wisdom.. okay seriously silencing myself now.
Not creepy! Oh no, my reputation crashes to the ground, watch it shatter. My post… hmmm yes I suppose it could show our seflessness and modeling ourselves after Christ. I won’t deny that, what I was trying to portray more than anything though is my willingness to help other’s pain, yet my tendency to avoid my own like the plauge. It’s rather ironic I think, how quickly I rush off to help everyone else and yet make copious amounts of passionate excuses against taking care of myself. I think it is true in a way for all of us, selflessness is seldom purely selfless… ahh alas but it were. ‘Tis what I strive for.
Words escape me at the moment. Life has a way of taking my grandest ideas and smashing them, I am not complaining though. Shattered fragments are what my God is best at using. Random thoughts.. meh.
this hippy’s landed.
give my cell a ring-a-ling-ding.