Halleluhia...Did I spell that right?

[on_the_end]

I am writing this from the West Virginia-Ohio borderline just telling the world that yes, as a matter of fact James Andrew Lipscomb is still alive. I might be temporarily lost in the boonies of Rensselaer, Indiana and the back country of the dirty south for a couple of weeks, but I am planning to return to civilization precisely on the twenty-eighth of August, at 9:58 P.M. While I lay in bed at night in my new room, I try to ignore the shotgun blasts and the noises in the cornfields across the street. The noises kind of sound like the chittering of the aliens in the movie Signs, starring Mel. Atleast I haven't seen mysterious patterns appearing in the fields. However, I did see an odd-looking craft in the sky at night. Well that is all. By the way, this long boring paragraph is dedicated to Mr. JP Molina. I know how much you love these. Just think of it...when I feel like writing a novel when I am older I can take these entries and form James' Journal. It'll make millions baby. When DeS and I get back to school it's time for Mellooooo Yellooooo.

-James