last night i the oddest dream.
for about a week now i've had this zittish type growth on my jawline.
but it was pretty big and tumorus, and completly unpopable.
so in my dream
i managed to pop the sucker
and it turns out i had a home pregnancy test stuck in it.
as soon as i pulled it out
everything was normal again on my face.

mohawk, hey.
haha.
my mind is making up pictures.

finding myself somewhat withdrawn/thoughtful today
a numb posterior, lack of hydration
the bus ride home from youth conference.

something about how exactly giftings and comfort zones are supposed to mesh.
we're given gifts.
we're given passions, which often coincide with giftings.
so, we like what we're doing, we're good at it...
how are we supposed to be called out of our comfort zones?
why not stick to stuff where you're most impactful..
maybe comfort zones in my head is too narrowly defined.
maybe this is my mind being defensive against discomfort.

"Find yourself a high foot traffic area that includes all levels of society (BC ferries is the perfect spot). Rather that people watch, foot watch instead. When you see a nice (or naughty) set of feet, imagine what face will match..then go ahead and look. You will be surprised at your findings.

Not only is it fun, it's very interesting when you see a beautiful pair of John Fluvogs, only to find the person wearing a fuzzy collared jean jacket and sporting a mullet?? Or a scuffed up pair of lime green heels on a woman that's dressed like Ivana Trump..

When I first tried this a few years ago, I realized that judging people by their footwear is oftentimes a false representation."

wow my muscles are sore.

there's nothin like a sunday afternoon game of ultimate frisbee
to get the butta finga's in action,
the body nicely worn out,
a hot shower ten times more appreciated.

i also watched people pay major bling bling for pies.
and now i'm on my way out to play games
that will probably render my intelligence helpless.
or make me scum.

today
disapointed.
but i am in sight of a path that could form otherwise.

tommorow
quite nervous.
may my words be true.. and true to me.

but still,
my hope rests
where is should.

sitting on the million dollar floor
folding 50 dollar shirts
wearing 30 dollar jeans
rolled up.
my leg was itchy
because it was dry.
i scratched
but that just made it more angry.
so in desperation
i saliva-ed my exposed leg
oooh baby
gold bond who?

so, short of buying a new, younger, fuel efficiant car,
i've figured out how to save my gas, which of course directly translates to cash in these insane days of gas tax abberations.
all you have to do is drive 60km or less on the highway
!!!
i used less than half i usually do driving home from work tonight
if only it would be deathly blizzardy every night.

so
i'm to be up in 5.45 hours
in order to be at work at 6.
i don't know why i agree to this madness
oh wait, thats right,
i was manipulated
by those using the power of friendship for evil. eeeevil.
its like using jesus to get rich
doubly damning if you ask me.

jesus said 'he who hears my word and does them is like the man who builds his house upon the rock'
he didn't say he who hears my word and then thinks about them
he didn't say he who hears my word and agree's with them.
he said whoever hears and does

know whats a really good, albeit, odd and unhealthy snack?
popcorn
with crunched up salt and vinager chips.
it got invented my freshman year out of dire conditions,
and now i crave it, every 5-6 monthes or so.

tonight i went and had a little eye candy. thats chicago.
such a glorious film. i was enraptured.
[right now i'm listening to 'hard to handle' by black crows.]
i'm not particularily tired.. i slept late.
so im really just rambling here for lack of anywhere else to go.
[pretty little thing let me light your candle cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now yes I am]
had an entertaining celebration yesterday.
a gathering of the who's who of haute society...
chilliwack, wierd fire song, punk rock monkey suits caught on tape and a cheesburger.
tommorow i am buying a table. it will be playing the role of desk until further notice.

oh how I wish I had wings like a dove
then I would fly away and rest
i would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness.
how quickly I would escape--
far away from this wild storm. ps 55.6-8

i am now at liberty to set my clock to
the occurance of the annual "drunk hockey players incident"
do i understand? nope.
was it as funny s' hell? yep.
i bid adieu.