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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
 
Tequila Mockingbird.

The title of this post has little to do with it's contents. Although at the moment I'm not sure what those contents shall be. Things in my life are going well, which makes for some boring blogging. I do have a semi constant wondering if I'm trying to be with Jacie too much, but I'm not sure thats one of those things I should be worrying about. I've been watching a new show called Drive. It's about an illegal cross country road race, and it's staring Nathan Fillion of Firefly/Serenity fame. I am enjoying it. Sometimes i wonder about the people on the internet who fulfill certain stereotypes, and what makes them tick. sorry for the stream of consciousness format but that's how it's coming out. I don;t think i have much else to say, but i want to keep blogging. I noticed that the post after this one will be my 100th in just over three years. I'm thinking of doing some sort of statistical analysis but I probably wont. I recently got the "Up Series" from the library. It's a series of documentaries interviewing the same people every seven years starting when they were 7. It seems like a really neat series but each time I've tried to watch it I fall asleep, so I took it back this morning. My dad has informed me that he wants to meet Jacie, and he might get an opportunity depending on when she goes to see mockingbird. The whole scheduling thing with different parts of my family coming to see the play on different nights thin seems to weird people out, but to me it's just par for the course in my family. We always have conflicting schedules and have for years. My mom used to joke that people thought that her ad my dad were divorced because they always went to separate services at church. I wish i was more religious sometimes. I have my beliefs and I know them but I don't go to church regularly. This is nobody's fault but my own, but I feel so weird going to church by myself and I don't have anybody else here to go with. Also my home church is my church and any other church i go to won't be my church. Yes, after going to a new church for long enough could make it feel more like home, but it's that starting point that's hard. I also don't think I pray enough. Does communion count if it's done with Doritos and Dr Pepper? Does it have to be blessed by a pastor to count? I think it should be between me and God. Do we do mass communion for the same reason we do mass confession? The middleman is unnecessary in confession so why not communion. "Do this in remembrance of me." That was the command, if it's done as a ritual and not in remembrance does it matter? It's not about communion working or not because it's about remembering. If I remember with Ritz crackers and a Cherry Coke Zero, is it sacrilege? I seem to fill my free time with watching the X-Files and not doing the (very small amount of) homework I have left before the end of the semester. This summer is going to be interesting, with contracting Dr. Bert's class, taking Spanish, trying to tutor J in statistics, going to Twin Arrows, The Barbecue, and my grandmother's 80th birthday. I am now dating somebody but she is not yet my girlfriend. I'm pretty sure that the 'yet' is coming and it may just be my imagination, but I think that when I was told it was there. I'll keep you posted. Or maybe not.

Help me take money from my friends.

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Go, Soterios Johnson, go
All the club kids are watching your glowstick glow
With the light of a truth you can’t hide
That the news is the news, but the dance goes on forever
 
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