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Name: Wade
Birthday: 7/28/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Making up dances, such as The Frantic Worshipper and The Spin Cycle.
Expertise: Performing The Frantic Worshiper and The Spin Cycle.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  savethekitten53
Member Since:
4/24/2005
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| Ow, my arm hurts, I just wrote a 16 page Civ exam...
Well, A lot has happened since the ice shard festival. For one
its like 80 degrees now. Last weekend was a delight. I went
and heard Limbeck at OU, well in a cafeteria at OU, and it was awesome,
even with the crappy sound system and the high school emo kids.
It was kind of like waking up next to your wife and staring at her as
she sleeps and realizing, "Dang, I married a beautiful woman."
Then magic happened, not the Portugal magic from a few posts back, but
Tim and J. Michael stayed over the weekend!!! It was so nice for
them to come. It brought me comfort to know that my home life is
not incredibly different from my college life. We actually slept
alot, which felt really nice. We cooked out on Saturday night
which I think is illegal. Since Tim and I are such good boys, we
were freaking out paranoid the whole time. Yes...two emotions in
one. Everytime we would see a car, we would try to cover the
smoke by pretending we were smoking really fast or since it was behind
Matt's car we would yell, "Hey man, you need to get your exhaust
fixed." It was good, but hardly worth the stress. My
rebellious soul was fulfilled more than my stomach was. Then we
went to the game and yelled, then they played Scene it with some good
friends of mine. It was really interesting to hear one of my
college buds say that Tim and I speak the same way. I guess that
why we're pals. I wonder why its so easy to find your good
friends when your really little and it seems to get more difficult as
you get older. How could I be so lucky to find those two boys
when I was so young? Wow.
Oh yeah, I got the head RA job, and made Spring Affair last week also, so yay.
....Welp off to "Satan's butthole" whoops, I mean the library, I got two tests tomorrow, bye.
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| Yep that's right. After a two month hunger, I finally got guitar
hero and it is a delight. I found an extra check chillin' in the
business office on Friday, way back from December 16th. It was
awesome, like a late Christmas present. Friday was just a good
day all around. It was the first ever gang day here at OBU.
It was pretty rough. I got jumped after chapel by the wheelies
and my head band was ripped off. Thank goodness Colt came to
break it up. He didn't have to because I was winning the
fight, of course, but I really saw weakness in those freshman
boys. Weakness in character, as well as physical weakness.
Friday Night was even better though. We played on the ice all
night. I have these shoes that have no grip on them
whatsoever. So, that allowed me to hang on the side of cars as
they did donuts in empty parking lots. Now that I think about it,
it was really dangerous, but so dang fun. And guess who was
there? The wheelies, but we played together. It was a
beautiful ending to a violent gang day.
And you know what else? God is good.
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| Forgive me, I am ususally anti-song-on-xanga. There are so
stinking long and usually cheesy and whiny. Anyone can copy and
paste right? Well this song here by Waterdeep is worthy enough to
make it on my xanga. It just pierces me everytime I hear it, and
I hope that it is an encourgement to you as well.
All the malice I've felt
toward the people who've hurt me
was a dark lonely hole
where I ended up dirty
trying to make sense
of what's fair and what's ugly
So I drew my conclusions
and I stated them smugly
When the adrenaline rush
of the wave of rage passes
and I'm cold in that hole
and there's mud on my glasses
I don't care anymore
to issue all my subpoenas
or seek revenge on my foes
or fulfill my grave-like agreements
Though the world is a winter
growing colder and colder
I remember the warmth
when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
In my nightmares I've seen
all the wrath and destruction
of my dark enemy
and his lethal deduction
that if I've ever felt helpless
and if I've ever felt fearful
he says he has right to accuse
he says he'll pierce my side with his spear full
But when I was shamefully weak
and knew I should have been bolder
I was strengthened again
when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
As the silver is burned
I can see where the dross is
At the foot of the tree
I am bringing my losses
It's not my duty to die
for the sins I've committed
I'm allowed to run free
I've been fully acquitted
All the days of my life
and when I'm years and years older
I'll remember the day
when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
All the days of my life
and when I'm years and years older
I'll remember the day
when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder | | |
| Wow, its been about 2 months! I apologize for that. My
sister is the queen of the internet in my household. Twas a good
break altogether. I made a lot of money working, but then I spent
it when school started. So I'm back to the all too familiar
brokeness feeling, which is ok with me. After all isn't
brokenness "what we long for?" Isn't it "what we need?"
Well Portugal was awesome. I lost a lot of virginites. Not
the BIG one though, still have that one. But smaller ones, such
as going out of the States, seeing lady liberty, talking to a real,
live, Englishman, and of course I lost my magic virginity. Magic
is a self-coined term which refers to the greeting method in Portugal
in which two kisses on the cheek are given. It was awesome, the
most action that I've gotten in years. A lot of cool things
happened and God gave me more peace, comfort, and confidence in a lot
of areas. I'd love to spill it now, but as my all time favorite
fictional samarai, Katsumoto once said, "I'd rather have a nice
conversation." And it doesn't have to be long because we were
asked to memorize a one-minute response to the "How was your trip?"
question.
But, hands down, the biggest small virginity that I lost was this, even though I horribly misued it....
BIDET ON!!!
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