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keep on trucking like a novocaine hurricane...
so the tech center has become my little getaway, where i can listen to music and do homework at the same time. is it still homework in college?
mission incredible undercover convoy...
something about listening to a really skinny white guy rap makes me feel less like im trying to escape my racial profile..
express boy.. explode...
this weekend was fine and dandy, counseling was.. an utterly separate experience from last weekend. because im not saying better, thats why. the kids listened to me to the point that there was no longer any challenge in controlling them. which was very nice. i still didnt get to do any work so i still have a paper to write and this book to finish. One of my kids got saved ^_^ = stoked ward.
putting things in Someone else's hands sounds way eaiser than it is. Ill put it together, its a strange invitation.
I've an hour before im supposed to go shoot for Keith and Tofer's movie. yay film projects that defy description by genre. so ive had this idea for awhile now.. a story about a son confessing his life to his father in a hospital room. i woke up my lines all twisted from whiskey and pills my father was there i said im sorry he said my son i love you regardless you just can't do it again. forgive me, im listening to beck trying to quote bright eyes.
i should read.
pfsh.
God keeps showing me little by little what it is to not rely on myself. its incredibly liberating to know that almighty God loves you and will take care of everything you need to do. everything you need to feel. everything you need to think and learn and know and be and become.
who are you?
im the enchanting wizard of rhythm.
theres a destination a little down the road...^_^
i miss my campers.
girls are weird. have you ever noticed how certain sentiments ride a wave of coolness to overstated to not used anymore to retro usage to coolness again? i think 'girls are weird' is currently at the overstated stage. anyway...
im done wasting time.
love,
wardo
so the tech center has become my little getaway, where i can listen to music and do homework at the same time. is it still homework in college?
mission incredible undercover convoy...
something about listening to a really skinny white guy rap makes me feel less like im trying to escape my racial profile..
express boy.. explode...
this weekend was fine and dandy, counseling was.. an utterly separate experience from last weekend. because im not saying better, thats why. the kids listened to me to the point that there was no longer any challenge in controlling them. which was very nice. i still didnt get to do any work so i still have a paper to write and this book to finish. One of my kids got saved ^_^ = stoked ward.
putting things in Someone else's hands sounds way eaiser than it is. Ill put it together, its a strange invitation.
I've an hour before im supposed to go shoot for Keith and Tofer's movie. yay film projects that defy description by genre. so ive had this idea for awhile now.. a story about a son confessing his life to his father in a hospital room. i woke up my lines all twisted from whiskey and pills my father was there i said im sorry he said my son i love you regardless you just can't do it again. forgive me, im listening to beck trying to quote bright eyes.
i should read.
pfsh.
God keeps showing me little by little what it is to not rely on myself. its incredibly liberating to know that almighty God loves you and will take care of everything you need to do. everything you need to feel. everything you need to think and learn and know and be and become.
who are you?
im the enchanting wizard of rhythm.
theres a destination a little down the road...^_^
i miss my campers.
girls are weird. have you ever noticed how certain sentiments ride a wave of coolness to overstated to not used anymore to retro usage to coolness again? i think 'girls are weird' is currently at the overstated stage. anyway...
im done wasting time.
love,
wardo