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yellomoose Day 43: Life as usual - Subscribe
Today was nice. I got out of class early and ran up to the bluff, where I took dozens of pictures. The sky was beautiful today. It was a bit rainy, and very cloudy and windy. As I stood on that cliff, I felt at one with God. Viewing his creation, standing in the wind and rain... it puts me at such peace. I feel so close to Him when I just worship Him in His creation.

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I went to work at 5. Dana must have talked to Ashleigh (her best friend) or something because she walked over to me and asked me how I was. We talked for a bit, and it was good.

I told Dana when we talked that I didn't want to turn into another Matt. Matt is her ex fiance, who is still desperately trying to get her back, even though he is in the Air Force, gets drunk frequently and has 1 night stands, etc. I didn't want to be another creepy ex boyfriend. Though it pains me that it didn't work out between us, the fact that this is what I needed is as blatant as His love and compassion right now.

I was listening to worship music in my car today. I started praying for Dana, and He told me to stop. Be at peace, for it is in My hands, He said. I want her to come to Christ. I've been praying for her daily. I've done everything I can. The rest is up to Him.


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yellomoose Day 41: Change of Perception Feb 3rd, 2009 11:37:39 pm - Subscribe
So I pretty much don’t even know how to begin this blog. To make a long story short, I met Dana today to give her back something I found buried in my trunk, and we ended up talking for two and a half hours. About everything.
So apparently there was a few miscommunications. First off, Dana didn’t meet this guy out drinking. I got that impression because 1, I was pretty emotionally screwed up when she was told me (understandably so), and 2, she said it was one of Ashleigh's friends, and she goes out drinking frequently, so I guess in my distress the two connected. Damn that sucked. So I have this complex of this guy who intentionally “stole her” from me who picks up girls at bars and has no morals or respect for the boyfriends of the girls he’s with. Well, they’ve never gone out drinking. And according to her, though he sorta liked her, he never even tried to pursue her while we were together. And you know how they spent the weekend together down in sac? Yeah, they were with her friends Gene and Martin, and nothing happened between them. I guess she’s known him for years, he’s a Christian, a virgin, and a pretty decent guy. Oh, and his name’s Mike. I didn’t even know that until tonight.
Boy do I feel like a dumb ass. I guess my actions are excusable based upon the fact that she was pretty ambiguous about him and that I was under a massive amount of emotional stress. But damn, it’s not nearly as bad as I thought it was. I wish my point of view had been a little more... informed.
I’ve been fighting four main attitudes lately. First off, lust. That’s been a struggle, but I’ve been orgasm free for 41 days, so yay God!
Bitterness has been a struggle. I hated the fact that some other dude came along and stole her. But the fact that it’s what I needed (hell, I even prayed to God to get me out a few times), and the fact that he had respect for me while we were still together pretty much wipes that out. I have nothing to be angry at him for. I almost owe him a thank you. He indirectly is the reason I’m not stuck in my porn addiction still. Praise God.
Dependency has been a mild issue. The old man within me wants to return to that old state where I was dependent upon another human being. I’ve had a few near misses as far as rebounds go, but God pretty much smashed them before I could get close enough to burn. Actually lately I haven’t even felt the need for another girl to satisfy myself with emotionally.
The main struggle I’ve been having is with depression. It wouldn’t be so hard if I didn’t have so many damned memories at my work with her. A lot of the memories I have with her are pretty sexual too, which isn’t good at all. If I quit my job it’d be so much easier. But this is where He has me, and I don’t think quitting is a logical way out. The main attacks come at me when I’m actually at work, unable to reach for my Bible. So, I recite memorized psalms aloud in my car when I go on deliveries. Psalm 103 and 116 have been amazing. So much power... I shout them if I have to.
Lately the assaults from the enemy have been pretty useless. Depression I fight with His word, lust hasn’t been overbearing (if it is, I bust out Psalm 3 lol), bitterness is pretty much not a struggle anymore, as is the dependency factor. Praise God.
On the other hand, it was really soothing to hear from her. As I said, although our relationship was extremely spiritually detrimental, I have missed the pure parts of our relationship. And it blows my mind if you look at the blog before last that I posted YESTERDAY. Read those last two paragraphs and tell me that we don’t worship a loving, compassionate God. I’m glad she’s with a decent guy and not a jerk like I thought. That gave me such peace. We talked and laughed about school, work, etc. Not once did I feel anger, hostility, or awkwardness. It was good. He is good.

1 Praise the LORD, O my soul;
       all my inmost being, praise his holy name.

 2 Praise the LORD, O my soul, 
       and forget not all his benefits-

 3 who forgives all your sins 
       and heals all your diseases,

 4 who redeems your life from the pit 
       and crowns you with love and compassion,

 5 who satisfies your desires with good things 
       so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.

 6 The LORD works righteousness 
       and justice for all the oppressed.

 7 He made known his ways to Moses, 
       his deeds to the people of Israel:

 8 The LORD is compassionate and gracious, 
       slow to anger, abounding in love.

 9 He will not always accuse, 
       nor will he harbor his anger forever;

 10 he does not treat us as our sins deserve 
       or repay us according to our iniquities.

 11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth, 
       so great is his love for those who fear him;

 12 as far as the east is from the west, 
       so far has he removed our transgressions from us.

 13 As a father has compassion on his children, 
       so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;

 14 for he knows how we are formed, 
       he remembers that we are dust.

 15 As for man, his days are like grass, 
       he flourishes like a flower of the field;

 16 the wind blows over it and it is gone, 
       and its place remembers it no more.

 17 But from everlasting to everlasting 
       the LORD's love is with those who fear him, 
       and his righteousness with their children's children-

 18 with those who keep his covenant 
       and remember to obey his precepts.

 19 The LORD has established his throne in heaven, 
       and his kingdom rules over all.

 20 Praise the LORD, you his angels, 
       you mighty ones who do his bidding, 
       who obey his word.

 21 Praise the LORD, all his heavenly hosts, 
       you his servants who do his will.

 22 Praise the LORD, all his works 
       everywhere in his dominion. 
       Praise the LORD, O my soul.
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yellomoose Days 1-35 Feb 2nd, 2009 5:23:25 pm - Subscribe
Kat, one of my close friends and spiritual mentors, has been a huge encouragement the past month and a half. When she prays, mountains move. No joke. I was looking through my text outbox and there is some pretty awesome stuff in there... it's amazing to see Christ pull me from the pit on a day to day basis. These are most of the texts I sent to her.

12/26-08
Day 1
Please pray for me. I’m really struggling. I’ve been freed from the relationship that has kept me in bondage for so long, and I don’t want to slip back into it. But right now it’s all I can think about.

Day 3
I kept telling myself I had nowhere to go but up. Then I realized that as painful as this is, it is a step up. a huge one.

Day 4
Please pray for me. I feel sick, and I just want to get better. I hate feeling this way and want to feel ok again.

Day 5
Video games is an addiction that has been a constant hindrance to my walk with God. I listened to a village sermon about Jonah. Video games has been an escape from reality, something that 100% distracts me from guilt. My way of running from God. My ship to Tarshis. I’m trading my Xbox and all my games in for Wii Fit. I can’t imagine being addicted to an excersize program lol

Day 6
I just spent the last 3 hours writing a letter to Dana. I had to get some things off my chest. And Jesus told me to.

Day 13
I’m in a place of such humility. I’ve come so far but still have a long way to go. The withdrawals aren’t nearly as bad as they were in the beginning. For the first time in probably well over a year, I’ve been porn free for almost two weeks!

Day 17
Pray for me. She had someone cover her shift today so she could go ice skating and to a kings game with him, and for some reason that’s bringing me down.

Day 20
Day 20 porn free. Talked to Andrew and Peta last night. We cried together, they held me, then laid hands on me and prayed. Then we read the Bible. I read the Bible for a couple hours tonight with Amy. He is good. =-)

Day 22
I had my first night at work with Dana. Wasn’t sure what to do. “Love her as I love her” He said. I was cordial to her, which I think she found surprising. Pray that I can distinguish true love from the cheap lust I’ve dwelled in for so long, that I can show her Christ’s love without getting emotionally involved. I can already see that that is what the enemy is assaulting me with next. Never before has my mind been under siege like it is now, and never before have I destroyed every temptation that has come my way like I am now. Day 22 porn free. He is good.

Day 23
Pray for me Tonight work was hard. I got in a huge fight with my mom... I’m gonna stay at a friends for a few days to cool down.

Day 25
Day 25 porn free. I spend a few minutes in prayer for her every morning while shaving with the razor she bought me. Praise the Lord O my soul, all my inmost being, praise his Holy name. I want to learn more of this love He has shown me. He is good.

Day 27
Barely made it through today. My eyes and mind have become my fiercest enemy. But His enduring love is ever faithful, even through the most difficult paths. I have so much passion within me that was spent on her for so long, and I’m channeling all that energy toward Him. Read Psalm 116. Praise His holy name. He is good.

Day 30
My heart is filled with sorrow when I realize what I have done. Though I have His forgiveness and love, there are still consequences for my actions. This pain is difficult to bear. Dozens of memories of sexual experiences plague my mind constantly. Sex is all I can think about lately. Pray for the healing of my mind and heart.

Day 32
Day 32 porn free. His legions are constantly falling at my hands. He has made me a force to be reckoned with. When they realized they could destroy me with neither lust nor hate, they tried to seduce me with an old familiar lightheartedness. A new girl has entered my life. Ambushes from the enemy are constant, but all in vain. Read Psalms 91. He is good.

Day 34
Made it through day 34. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such sexual pressure. The fact that I can persevere each day is purely His strength within me. In a desperate attempt to dull my sex drive I’ve changed my diet to only brown rice and an herb that supposedly lowers testosterone levels. Pray for me. He is good.

Day 35
Though I am pressured I will not relent. Though I am tempted I will not succumb. I will refuse to bas my worth in how others see me. I am no less than a child of Christ, made in His image, branded by His love.
I realized a couple weeks ago that the relationship between you and I is parallel to my relationship with Christ.When I fled from Him, I also distanced mysle f from you because you are a huge impact on me spiritually. I can honestly say I would not be the same person I am today without you. I love you and andrew so much. He has been like a brother to me through this. Thanks Kat =)
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yellomoose Life Today... Feb 2nd, 2009 4:58:53 pm - Subscribe
So I’ve decided to pick up consistent blogging again... more for personal reasons than anything. I want to be able to record my life and thoughts at least weekly and come back to them later in life. Unfortunately I’m at a bit of a dark time to start doing this, but I figured I might as well. Only one person on my friends list has blogged since 2005, and Adam isn’t local, so it really doesn’t matter. He seems to be going through some of the same shit that I am lately anyways.



If you read the previous few blogs, you can get the gist of what I’ve been going through. I met this girl at my work, and we started dating. She broke it off after a couple months, mostly because she felt she couldn’t see herself with me permanently. At that point I made it my quest to win her back. We kept our friendship and got closer and closer until about a month later when I finally made my move. We were messing around in the computer room at her dad’s house (he works like 50 hours a week and is guaranteed to be gone from 8 until at least 6 every day, so that gives us plenty of space). We were flirting, and I jokingly forced her off the computer and was messing with her myspace. We ended up wrestling around a bit, then both fell on the floor, and I ended up mostly on top of her. I looked her in the eyes, leaned in for a kiss, and she accepted. Ah, how a vast part of me wishes I could go back to such innocent days, before everything got all screwed up.
LIfe went on. No one at work found out this time, which gave us both glee. To be in a relationship with a co worker and keep it a secret from everyone was exciting. Rebellious, almost. My parents didn’t even know half the time when we dated.
As time went on, we grew more and more physical. We spent the night in a hotel once, which was dumb as shit. I’m pretty lucky she didn’t let me go the whole way, because I damn well would have. I told my parents I was at Andrews. We were going to get up early and watch the sunrise. We were watching tv in bed together, when all of a sudden, the power went out. So here I am and I realize I’m in a bed, in a hotel room, with a beautiful woman, without any distractions. WTF was I thinking?
I knew I should have run, but her hand slipped over mine, and we started kissing, and all of a sudden, it’s fucking 3 am, she’s on top of me (clothed), and we had been making out for 5 hours. My hands slipped up her shirt a couple times, but she kept me away from her bra. Thank God.
Pretty much all the rules were off after that night. I had tasted something so sweet, and I wanted more. One thing lead to another, and eventually we ended up staying the night in her room a couple times a week. We’d both lose our shirts and bring each other as close as we could to orgasm without actually having one. That would be a form of sex, and we both believed in abstinence until marriage. Hah, what a joke. Just a side note... physically, it’s super rough on my mind and body to dry hump a girl to the point just short of orgasm, then stop. It fucking sucks. But quite frankly, I was scared to go further. I didn’t want to lose that part of me yet.
So about early november or so, we plan on me staying over on a thursday night, and skipping school friday (I often skipped class just to go fuck around with Dana. Terrible, I know). To make a long story short, she sat me down at her house and told me she cheated on me. She kissed some dude she met when she was out at a club (sober), then went out with him the next day.
Boy was I screwed up. The weekend was a blur. I went home thursday, didn’t show up to class friday. I laid in bed all day trying to figure out wtf I was gonna do. Saturday and Sunday wasn’t much better. Monday I failed a biology exam. Pretty shitty week.
After a week or two we talked about it, and I told her I had forgiven her, but didn’t know if I could be with someone I didn’t fully trust. That attitude lasted about a week, as the thoughts and memories of us rolling around in her bed consumed me. We were hanging out and on her way back over to her house, and she mentioned that her dad wasn’t coming home that night. That was like locking a deprived meth addict in a padded room with a loaded syringe. So, I shot up. The next day I broke it off because I was afraid if getting hurt again, but withdrawals came fierce, and we were back in her bed a week later. She swore to me that she would never cheat on me, that she would never leave me again. So I figured I was set.
Just for clarification, we always kept our pants on. We never had sex. But we came damn close a few times. I’m ashamed at the hight of my hypocrisy.
We did stockings for each other. I had mine ready a couple weeks in advance. I pumped like $80 into it. Mostly random cute stuff. I ended up not being able to fit it all in the stocking. She came over for Christmas and we opened them. She brought hers over, and apologized because she said it wasn’t much. It had a couple tubes of blistex in it, some pajamas, and a shit load of candy. Pretty cheap stuff thrown together at the last minute, but I didn’t really think about it.
The next day she told me she had developed feelings for another guy, and that she wanted to break this off so that she wouldn’t hurt me anymore. I wrote her a letter, which I posted a couple posts before this blog, basically saying that we could never be together again, we both need Jesus, and please don’t chase this other guy, at least for a while, out of respect for me.
She completely disregarded the letter. A week later, she spent the weekend with him in sacramento to go ice skating and to a kings game. We were going to go ice skating this winter, so that fucked me up pretty good. I cut myself a couple times, mostly out of curiosity, just to see if it would work. I felt kinda weird about it afterward, and decided to forget it and pretend like it never happened. She came back to redding and posted pictures of them cuddling on myspace. In my frustration, I sent her a myspace message. It went something like “wow, really Dana? Pictures on myspace? Nah, it’s cool. I actually wanted all our coworkers to know that you dumped me for him.” Naturally it was returned with an equally as hostile reply.
This was the darkest night of my life. About 10 PM I drove up to the trail on hilltop that leads down to the sundial bridge. I started sprinting, and didn’t stop until I had gotten to a bench a couple miles later. I collapsed on it, gasping for air. At this point I realized that this was the very bench I had first unclipped her bra. Reached for the knife in my pocket, and laid into my wrist nine more times. Not deep enough to be dangerous, but deep enough to draw blood. The feeling of pain really isn’t as soothing as people say it is. Hah, and I thought I was fucked up the first time she cheated on me. Andrew and Peta called me up and wanted to hang out with me, so I dragged my ass across the bridge where they picked me up and took me to my car, and I threw on a sweatshirt and met them back at Andrews place. Peta and Andrew were in the other room watching a movie and I was in the computer room remembering the first couple months of sweet, innocent bliss we shared, and wondering how it had gotten this fucked. Andrew knew something was up, so he came in and hugged me. He saw my wrist, and I told him everything, and he just held me. Peta came in and they laid hands on me and prayed for me. Then we read the Bible for an hour or so. I felt so cleansed.
Dana was everything I had. She was everything I wanted. I had abandoned my friends, my purity, and my faith to chase her. That night as I read 1 Corinthians 13, I realized how screwed up my vision of love was. The idea of love had merged with lust, and they had become fused as one. I couldn’t separate them. I felt alone like I never have in my entire life. But my friends were there for me, even though I had put them on the back burner for the past 8 months so I could satisfy my own damn selfish desires. And they were there for me in an instant.
Even more so did God come to my rescue when I was in need. I realized that Dana was not my entire life. Yeah, I had blown her way out of proportion, but there were other aspects of my life I had forgotten about. I had friends who loved me so much more than Dana ever did. And I had a God I had been running from who had enough mercy in Him to knock me on my ass where I stood and draw me to Him.
My life has changed dramatically ever since the day after Christmas. I rededicated my life to Christ. I’m trying this new thing where I actually do what He says, even when it’s not convenient or comfortable. Dana isn’t the only addiction He’s freed me from. I’ve struggled with porn for years. Since well before high school. The longest I’ve gone since I started was 91 days, a day short of three months. When I got together with Dana I was doing it at least daily. Dana broke it off with me 39 days ago, and I’ve been porn free for 40 days. If that isn’t God, then I don’t know what is.
One thing that has been extremely destructive to my walk with Him is video games. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but it’s true. Pursuing God takes effort, video games doesn’t. It’s part of me that I’ve always hated. I sold my Xbox and got a couple wii games, more for social purposes than anything. I haven’t actually touched them in like 2 weeks.
So that leaves me here. I’m a porn free, Dana free, abstinence practicing new born believer. Dana and I are on good terms, considering. I’m still coordial to her, which I think she thought was weird, but she gives me the same treatment, so it’s all good. I’m not angry, as I once was, though there are certain aspects of our relationship I miss dearly. I had some serious withdrawals shortly after she broke it off... the sexual part of the relationship was hard to instantly abandon. But I’ve grown used to not having someone to grope when I’m bored. I miss our long talks, walks, and playing pool, and listening to music.
I just want to talk to her. I haven’t had a real conversation with her since she told me she was dumping me for another guy. I want to know how school is going for her. How does she like her new MacBook? How is she doing? I find that regardless of what’s happened between us, I still care deeply for her. It’s different though... it’s not sexual in any way, and it’s not a desire to have her back as my own. If she told me she wanted me back, there is no doubt in my mind that I would reject her. I can’t go back to the life that I had. Even still... I do miss her.
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yellomoose Righteous Anger Feb 2nd, 2009 4:42:04 pm - Subscribe
January 12, 2009 - Monday

Slit my throat and walk away


How long do you think it will last?
The grass is greener on the other side
But we all know about houses built on sand
You've found more pleasure? Take it, you've earned it
Snap your fingers, you'll get what you want.
Snap your fingers, and you'll snap my neck.

I'm not one for bitterness, but you've left me for dead
In a blackened pit of hell that I will always regret
I'm not one for bitterness but you've left me no choice
This is one feeling I chose, will never fully cease
Turn a blind eye, slit my throat and walk away
Turn a blind eye, slit my throat and walk away

Turn around, shut your eyes, cover your ears
Scream his name and I'm not here.
Walk away, run away, flee like a coward
Drop the knife that runs red, wash your blood stained hands
Block out the guilt you feel from my open wounds.
If you don't see me, my silent death doesn't exist.

Even as rage flows through my veins
I cannot deny the truth: He still loves us both
I have been marked by grace, branded by love,
and will refuse to take joy in the fall of others.
Though blood and tears are my only sustenance,
Desire to spread His love outweighs any amount of hate.

Life is unjust, as is His enduring Love.




O Lord You have searched me and You know me.

You know when I sit and when I rise.

You perceive my thoughts from afar

I praise you, for I am wonderfully and fearfully made.

To the Lord I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy hill

I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because You sustain me.

I will not fear the tens of thousands drawn up against me on every side.

"Because he loves me, I will protect him" says the Lord.

"I will protect him, for he acknowledges My name."

The Lord works righteousness and justice for all the oppressed.

Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life
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yellomoose Letter to an ex Feb 2nd, 2009 4:41:17 pm - Subscribe
1/2-09

Dana,
As I lie sleepless in my bed, I glance at my clock and see that it is nearly four am. I have some things I need to get off my chest, but I don't think I would have the right state of mind if I met with you face to face. So I've decided a letter is the best way of communication.
I don't know where to begin this. Since before the beginning of our relationship, I had a small voice in my heart that told me not to pursue you. I didn't know why. It didn't make any sense to me. You were everything I wanted. You are beautiful. Neither of us wanted kids. We both seemed to be financially prudent. My parents loved you to death. You are mature. You have your career started. You're funny, and enjoyable to be around. Your cooking is amazing. I could go on. Even to the minute details, You seemed perfect... everything I wanted and more. All these things seemed more than enough of a reason to smother the voice inside me. And that's what I decided to do.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I knew the voice I heard was God. But I shut him out, as I have grown so accustomed to doing. Replacing him with video games, work, and you, I did my best not to think about the fact that I was fleeing from God... replacing the creator of the universe with imperfect flesh and blood. I knew in my heart that if I continued fleeing God and pursuing you to the eventual point of marriage, I would miss out on some huge blessings in life... simply put, you were not the right woman for me, and I've known it since the beginning.
I learned to combat these guilty thoughts with the pros of dating you, stated previously. Once I thought about what I had, I didn't care about what I might miss, because frankly, what I had felt like heaven.
After you cheated on me, I was crushed. Being cheated on is truly a pain that one must experience to fully comprehend. I was so angry with you, yet so attached to you, yet so hurt by you.
The best way to describe it would be as if being with you, seeing you, thinking of you was like drinking a sweet, delicious wine. I drank deeply of it for so long that I had become used to having it on tap. Once you cheated on me, that drink turned extremely bitter, enough to make me vomit. But thinking of you was such a reflex... such a habit engrained into my conscience, that I could not put the drink down permanently. Without realizing it, the cup would frequently slip back up to my mouth, burning my lips and tongue, and I would vomit again and again until I had nothing in me but an indescribable emptiness, a pain that I knew only time would heal. But I didn't want to wait.
I ran to God the night after you told me you cheated on me. I had nowhere else to go. Even the entrancement of video games was not enough to hold my attention, and I knew eventually I would have to put the controller down and face my sickness.
That night I cried out to God for healing. And he was there, as faithful as the rising sun. I realized how far I had fallen from him, and begged his forgiveness. He told me that if He was going to forgive me, I needed to find in my heart a way forgive you. "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." What you had done to me was exactly what I had done to God on a hundredfold scale.
I honestly can't tell you what happened after that. I do know that I took Gods guidance once step further in a very wrong decision -- I forgave you and took you back, rather than simply forgiving you. I don't know how I slipped back out of my relationship with Him because I hid my bible and journal after we got back together. I knew I was living in sin, and hated the guilt that came to me when I saw my journal, so I hid it, and I can't find it. I don't remember where I put it. Out of sight, out of mind I guess.
I do remember that we dated for one day, and I broke it off because I knew it wasn't right. Yet somehow I ended slipping down the slope of dependency, and we ended up back together. I figured it would work this time. I decided to reject Christ and follow you, and you had promised to stay faithful to me and not cheat again. Everything seemed perfect.
Then you told me you had developed feelings for someone else. Once again, I can't truly describe to you the magnitude of what I feel. Pain. Rejection. Shame. Humiliation. Sadness. Frustration. Anger. Bitterness. I'm fighting thoughts of hatred. The fact that you are leaving me for another man simultaniously infuriated, confused, and devastated me, magnified immensely because it was the second time you found me insufficient.
When you promised to be faithful to me, I didn't just mean physically. I meant emotionally too. But I, for lack of a better word, loved you. I gave you my all, and you decided you wanted something else, when even you yourself could find no fatal flaw within me. I'm still perplexed by this.
After you drove me back to hollywood and I got in my car to leave, I couldn't think of where to drive, much less see where I was going through the tears. I sat there for a few minutes, feeling many emotions, but loneliness being the dominant. I heard my door open, and for the last time felt your warm embrace. You told me that you were sorry, and that there was someone better out there for me who wouldn't keep hurting me. I kissed you on the cheek one more time and told you goodbye. We hugged one last time, and I painfully let you go, knowing full well that we would never hold each other like that again.
I can't explain why or how, but for some reason hearing that and crying on your shoulder helped me feel better. Simple human compassion gave me a little peace and strength to make it through the night, and work the next day.
Although what you did helped a little, it cannot annul the anger, frustration, or shame I feel from the fact that you're leaving me for another man. Dana, I'm struggling enough with keeping my anger in check right now. If you have any respect for me, if any part of you still cares about me, I would beg that you not see anyone until I ship out. The fact that you left me for someone else is a difficult and shameful burden, and I fear that my shame may turn to bitterness, my frustration to hate, if I hear of you with him. Its one thing to know that my ex left me because she has feelings for someone else. How much more would my pain be magnified if I see or hear of her with him? Knowing that he stole what was once happily mine, turned my dearest friend against me, how could I possibly not be filled with hate? Dana, I don't want our relationship to end like this, but if you see him, I will not know how to peaceably cope. I am fervently struggling as it is.
I would tell you that the best thing for you is to stay single for a while to begin a relationship with God unhindered, and to take time to figure out what your priorities are. But who am I kidding? I'm beyond emotionally involved, and it's clearly impossible for me to make an unbiased, sound judgment.
I would like to be able to talk to you without feeling shame or anger in a month or two after I finish dealing with the pain you have brought me. I hate the awkward silence Elise and I still have, and I don't want to have that with you. But selfish as it may be, if you get emotionally involved with another man, a cordial friendship between us will never exist again.
As angry as I am right now, I can still remember that I enjoyed hanging out with you. Unfortunately, I don't think we can ever have what we once did. I cared for you, and you broke up with me. I won you back, and you cheated on me. I forgave you, and you left me for another man. Please understand that, while it pains me to write this, I can never trust you again with my heart.
There was a reason I couldn't find my journal. A few days ago, at no doubt the darkest point in my entire life, I felt as though I could never come to God again. I called up my friend Kat, and talked with her for an hour. I realized that the reason my life had been Hell for so long was because I wasn't following Christ. I hadn't truly surrendered my life to him. If He told me to journal, I instead might -- and usually would -- decide to play video games. It was up to me how often I spent time with him. It was my decision whether I went to church or not. If I wanted to listen to my Dana mix playlist instead of worship music, I would. I didn't consider him an authority, so I still ruled my life. It was my life and I wanted to pursue the things I wanted. I heard his voice, even though it faded over the months, perhaps years of not yielding to him. I simply chose to put my desires first. I didn't pray about whether or not I should date Hilary, Elise, or you, because frankly, it wasn't His decision. It was mine. And this is where it led me.
Please read this slowly and carefully. While what I am about to say sounds cliche and cheap, I cannot emphasize the truth and power it holds. I fell on my face. Unworthy of forgiveness didn't even come close to describing my situation. But Kat told me that God loves me just the way I am. I don't have to fix myself in order to be worthy of him... in fact, I lack the capacity to do so. He has so much he wants to show and teach me. He has so many blessings in store for me. He wants to just love on me so much. I just have to follow him rather than my own selfish desires.
I rededicated my life to Christ that night. I gave Him control of my life. When I felt him tell me to journal, I don't just do it. I rush to do it, because I know he takes joy in my obedience. I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty hard to put my own desires on hold and do what he says, but it's so rewarding. I've felt such peace.
God loves me for who I am. A broken hypocrite who has been doing his own thing for well over a year, pursuing my own selfish, evil desires, trying desperately to find fulfillment in paper money, plastic video games, and mere flesh and blood... all of which are his own creations. He loved me when I was running from him, completely apathetic about spitting in his face! And he loves you too, Dana. He loves you to death. Just the way you are. I can't even begin to fathom how many blessings he has ready to spill onto you. He just wants to be with you. To talk with you. The past doesn't matter. He doesn't care that you haven't really talked to him consistently before. He wants to start now! He has used this whole mess to completely turn my life around. I don't think that's where it ends. He's going to use this to change your life too. He will be your guide in your walk with him. He's begging to be let into your heart. Please open the door for Him. I promise, he'll never flake out on you or leave you out to dry. Forget your past experiences with sunday school or other Christians. All there is is here and now, you and Him. Don't put this letter down until you have picked up your Bible. You will be in my prayers.
Sincerely,

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yellomoose The Navy and I Feb 2nd, 2009 3:55:19 pm - Subscribe
November 1, 2008 - Saturday

I love Simpson. I really do. Simpson is an amazing place and I have made dozens of hilarious memories and best friends there, but the biology program isn't what I need. I want to do something more with chemistry and less with biology. I find that I tend to be more comfortable in systems based upon rules. In chemistry you start fairly simple and get more complex with time. Mathematics is the same way. It's basically just manipulating numbers. Biology... biology is pure chaos. There is so much unknown. There is no simple way to begin. Endlessly memorizing terms, ideas, and processes has become so monotonous to me. It's time for a change.

... so I've been talking to a Navy recruiter for a while. I don't want to be one of those people who go in and just pick a job without much of a purpose or plan. I want to pick a job that will translate easily into the civilian world so after four, six, or eight years I can leave the navy and be ready to continue on in my career.

I took the ASVAB pre-test thing. Scored an 84. Apparently that's really freakin high (average is below fifty), and the recruiter told me I could virtually do anything I wanted.

So I started to look into all the different careers, and one that really stuck out to me was Nuclear Propulsion Engineer. Most Aircraft Carriers and Submarines are powered by nuclear energy, and they need people who are skilled in math and chemistry. It's a six year long contract. Two years of schooling through the military (Advanced Calculus, Linear Algebra, Physics, Nuclear Chemistry, etc), then I owe them four years working in a Sub or on a Carrier doing technical analysis on the nuclear reactors or something. After I get out I can sign up for another four years and get a bonus of $100,000, or make close to that much per year starting out working in a lab or power plant. What more can I ask for? Getting paid to go to school with no loans, and then starting my career. Plus the name sounds freakin bad ass. Nuclear Propulsion Engineer? Woo!

At this point I'm basically excited out of my mind. I wanted to find out virtually everything about the program. I had some pretty in depth questions, most of which my recruiter couldn't answer, so he called up a nuclear officer and let me ask him questions. Here's basically how the last part of our conversation went:

"So what could potentially disqualify me from the program as far as my GPA or grades go?"

"Have you ever gotten a D or an F in a high school math class?"

"No sir."

"Have you ever slipped below a 2.0 overall GPA?"

I laughed. "No sir."

"Then with your ASVAB pre-test score it sounds like you should have no problem getting accepted into the program. Any other questions?"

"One last question. I'm almost completely color blind. Could this limit me in any way as far as Nuclear Propulsion is concerned?"

"Uhh... well unfortunately color blindness completely disqualifies you from the program."

*silence*

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."



Wow. Not really sure how to react to that. Colorblindness has always been no more than a mild annoyance to me, if not an occasional humorous conversation piece.

ie:
"Really? You're colorblind?"
"Yeah"
"Well what color is this ______?"
"Well, I don't know, I'm COLORBLIND!"
lol. It's actually rather hilarious. That is, until now.

Colorblindness has never limited me. It's never physically stopped me from doing what I knew wanted to do, especially something as pertinent as my future career. It's weird. The closest thing I can describe it to is feeling wheelchair-bound. I know without a doubt that I have all the intelligence I need and then some, but my physical disabilities keep me from getting up and sprinting like I want to. Frustrating would be a significant understatement. Infuriating would be more accurate (although obviously not toward any specific person, especially myself). Quite frankly, this feeling sucks. And I'm not sure what to do with it.
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yellomoose If I could go back to high school... Feb 2nd, 2009 3:54:28 pm - Subscribe
October 13, 2008 - Monday

So I was thinking earlier today... imagine if you could go back to high school with the wisdom you had now. My dad says that from time to time, but I never really thought about it until tonight. I mean imagine how much better off you would be. I think back to my earlier years especially. Classes I could have done better in. I could have chosen more challenging classes that would have better equipped me instead of the easy A classes. As a freshman, I remember complaining because I occasionally had three hours of homework a night. Wow. I have days where I'm doing school and homework from 8 AM until midnight. I could have paid more attention instead of cramming for my tests. Relationships I never would have started. Friendships I would have invested more into. Not wasting thousands of hours on that stupid mario kart game or relationships that just ended up distracting me from school in the first place.

It really is perplexing to think about... if I spend to long pondering about it I get a bit depressed about how much more I could have done with my life. Then I realize... I'm only 19. I have plenty of time to do whatever I want with my life. Yeah I guess I made a lot of dumb decisions in high school, but that's part of life, part of who I am, part of what shaped who I've become and all that jazz.

So as far as I'm concerned, it's all good.


...still, it's really interesting to think about how things could be different.
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yellomoose I've had a revelation! Feb 2nd, 2009 3:53:50 pm - Subscribe
October 11, 2008 - Saturday

I'm gonna make this quick and to the point. I don't comment or message people on myspace who text, because quite frankly, it takes way longer for them to respond, and by the time they do, I've often forgotten what I sent them. Texting is almost always instant. Myspace takes hours for a response at best, sometimes days. Because of this, I officially name myspace, facebook, and email...

Second Generation Snail Mail.

And if you think I'm ridiculous because email isn't fast enough, you're old.
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yellomoose Sky Diving! Feb 2nd, 2009 3:53:07 pm - Subscribe
Summer of 07, a bunch of friends and I ran down to davis to jump out of a plane. I paid a little extra and got someone to follow me around with a headcam to record my glorious experience. The only bummer is that the video came with some pretty lame techno-matrix background music, as is evident during the beginning and end of the video. I threw some of my own music during part of it though (if you recognize the song, you'll probably laugh). Anyway, here's my video.







I want to go again next summer. Who's down?
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yellomoose My Thoughts on Love: Feb 1st, 2009 11:57:23 pm - Subscribe
September 4, 2008 - Thursday

Flooding my system (semi-accidentally) with 152g of sugar (o.O) and who knows how much caffeine has put me in a state of insomnia. Curse you, Mountain Dew!

I'll try not to make this too rant-ish.

I've been meditating upon an idea for a few months now… "You'll never find someone who's perfect for you, simply because no one is perfect."

Pessimism aside, this seems to me the only realistic possibility. Call me cold, but I laugh at the idea of a knight in shining armor sweeping up a princess and carrying her off into the sunset to live happily ever after. This scenario exists solely in fairytales and in Hollywood. Never in real life. Real relationships have ups and downs and take work.

Humans aren't perfect. We make mistakes. We have bad habits. How can you ever find "that one person" who is "perfect" for you if that person can (and eventually will) hurt you? This is what I think:


Teenagers blow all emotions out of proportion, especially love (aka infatuation). Hollywood
and the music industry doesn't help in the least.

Love and sex are directly linked, but do not depend upon each other to exist. Again,
Hollywood and the music industry doesn't help.

Love doesn't develop in a week, a month, or a year.

"Love" is the most tossed around word in America. Few examples: I love my mom. I love
pizza. I love my girlfriend of 3 weeks. Catch my drift?

People think they fall "in love" and end up falling "out of love" just as fast. Thus, the 50%
divorce rate.

Forget The Titanic. Forget Cinderella. Prince Charming is dead. Learning to accept people
AND their flaws is lasting, mature love.

There are thousands of people who are compatible with your character,

You would be happy marrying any one of them,

And not a single one of them is "perfect" or "perfect for you."


I know nothing of love; I will be the first person to admit that. These are just my opinions, and you are welcome to ponder them or reject them. I'm curious though. Do comment. Ten years from now I may laugh at my own foolishness. Who knows.
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yellomoose Adventure! Feb 1st, 2009 11:56:26 pm - Subscribe
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That's my island. Or at least one of my favorite places locally.

Andrew and I went there a week or so ago with the intent of storming the beach through the knee-deep stream on the north west side of the island. Turns out "knee deep stream" actually meant 6+ foot deep swift rapids. My bad haha. Our first trip was a disaster. We started out in knee deep water, and ended up going upstream probably at least fifty yards trying to find a decent place to cross, only to get within ten yards of the island, get soaking wet, and be swept back downstream.

Trip two was yesterday. We figured heck, there's no way to get accross without getting soaked, so we threw on some life jackets and swam from the path just west of the north side of the island to the open beach on the northwest side of the island. I brought my camera in a plastic bag to record our glorious adventure:







So to finish the story, I dove in, fought through roaring freezing rapids in pitch black, and muscled my way back to land. hah, actually every bit of that sentence is really exaggerated. Except the freezing part. It's amazing how cold that river gets when there's no sun out. It was kinda peaceful after about 30 seconds... floating numb down a river with the stars staring down on me... ahh it was a blast. I'm goin again Sunday!

It's funny... what on earth possessed me to do that?
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yellomoose Every Three Seconds Feb 1st, 2009 11:54:03 pm - Subscribe
June 13, 2008 - Friday

Every three seconds a child dies from poverty.

And I wanted to spend $600 on a sub for my car?

you selfish jerk

No way. I Couldn't.

Wait. Does this mean that being irresponsible with the hard earned money could be wrong? Could it be wrong for this money, which I myself worked for, to be spent on frivolous, tasteless objects?

As these useless, physical objects turn to dust in my eyes, I realize that the question is not "Is it wrong to spend money on temporary, materialistic objects?"

Rather,

"Do I really want to?"

In the US, Americans create a selfish fantasy where we are the only ones that exist. There are no third world countries, no world hunger, no poverty. Only Americans and our money. When we make money, we expect to be able to spend it on whatever we want.
Subs, spoilers, and rims
Expensive brands of make up. And for what? To cover up a few blemishes to come closer to what society views as "perfection?" Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. It saddens me to see women (and some men) invest so much money into perfecting their outer shell, while their core remains untouched.
Brand name clothing.
$4 cups of coffee.



Every three seconds a child dies from poverty. Yeah, it's not fun to think about. My first reflex after hearing this is to push it away, returning my mind to the American fantasy I live in, where I only see here and now. The things I have, the things I want. This fantasy was shattered when I went on a missions trip to Nicaragua. Visiting a third world country made the vast poverty I had heard about real. Yeah, I knew that there were poor people and stuff. But I didn't understand what poverty was until I stepped off that airplane two years ago.

"I undertook great projects: I built houses for myself and planted vineyards. I made gardens and parks and planted all kinds of fruit trees in them. I made reservoirs to water groves of flourishing trees. I bought male and female slaves and had other slaves who were born in my house. I also owned more herds and flocks than anyonein Jerusalem before me. I amassed silver and gold for myself, and the treasure of kings and provinces. I acquired men and women singers, and harem as well—the delights of the heart of man. I became greater by far than anyone in Jerusalem before me. In all this my wisdom stayed with me. I denied myself nothings my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight in all my work, and this was the reward for all my labor. Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was a meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun."

"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress"


If you ever get a chance to go on a missions trip, go for it. Even if it's just mexico. And don't do it because everyone says it will be fun. Living in poverty isn't really what I would call fun, but it was so overwhelming to see the world how it really is.
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yellomoose This is why I'm a Biology major Feb 1st, 2009 11:50:12 pm - Subscribe
December 6, 2007 - Thursday

The question presented to me was "Does AIDS affect Vampires?"

After further research on AIDS an the immune system, I have found the answer. AIDS is a virus that attacks CD4+ cells, which are surface proteins, commonly referred to as "T Helper cells." The purpose of these cells is to recognize foreign pathogens (bacteria or viruses that cause infections) and trigger a group of cells known as "B cells." B cells are the cells that produce the antibodies (white blood cells) that attack the infection. Each white blood cell is made to destroy a specific pathogen, so you can't just send any white blood cell to fight off any pathogen.

In essence, T cells go out and do reconnaissance, bring back the information of the enemy pathogens to the B cells, and the B cells send out an air strike of white blood cells with specific ammunition to destroy the specific bacterial infection. This is why your white blood cell count is high when you're sick.

Aids, however, attacks the T cells (reconnaissance group), so they never make it back to the B cells, so the B cells don't know what to make to fight off the infection. Thus, a person with aids gets a bacterial or viral infection and has no way to fight it, and they die from the flu.

I haven't really looked into vampires much, since I'm not a freak like Michael. But here's my knowledge as far as vampires go: since vampires are already "dead," they don't have a pulse, blood flow, etc. Because of this, they don't have active T cells, B cells, or white or red blood cells. Bacteria still feed off of dead creatures, which is why we decay. However, I've never heard of a sick or decaying vampire, so we now come to the conclusion that vampires are not affected by any virus or bacteria, nor do they have any immune system. This, obviously, is not possible, which hopefully brings us to the realization that VAMPIRES AREN'T REAL, SO IT DOESN'T MATTER.

Case closed.

http://www.biology.arizona.edu/IMMUNOLOGY/tutorials/AIDS/response.html
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yellomoose Apple vs. Microsoft Feb 1st, 2009 11:48:55 pm - Subscribe
December 2, 2007 - Sunday

My Testimony

So before you read this and think WHAT KIND OF A FREAK IS THIS GUY, realize that everything in this blog is blown completely out of proportion, and that the only sentences that are not widely exaggerated is the first two in the following paragraph. If you're not entertained by my ridiculous story, skip to the end and I'll talk about my iPod touch I recently ordered (which is not exaggerated. Lol).

Recently I switched religions. I've decided that Apple is superior to Microsoft. I don't know exactly how to say it, other than Apple slowly crept into my life like a cancer, silently infecting my perception, swiftly invading my mind, and, with roaring battle drums and blazing war horns, made a triumphant assault on the deep fortress of my soul.

I grew up around PCs. For the first 16 years of my life, I didn't even know what a Mac was. Life seemed good, and Microsoft defined what I thought of as a computer.

Twenty three months ago, on a cursed Christmas morning, I was overjoyed to find an MP3 player waiting for me under the tree. Little did I know that this innocent gadget, having no association with Macs or Apple, would be my first step to destruction.

My MP3 player, known as Zen Sleek (quite an advanced, intellectual sounding name), became my best friend. We went on walks together, had picnics with each other, and once even went on a 300 mile road trip. From the minute I laid eyes on it, I was sure that our relationship would last forever, and that we would grow old together. I knew it would always make me happy. And it did. For about three weeks.

Little did I know that this devious trinket had led me to dependency. MP3 had become my addiction. I had lost the ability to use CDs, CD players, and radios. Even walkmans had lost their appeal. Three weeks after the Christmas morning that seemed so glorious, calamity hit my world like soldiers hit the shores of Normandy on D-day. I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was a beautiful January evening. The fire was blazing, and my love and I were nestled beneath a warm blanket, listening to our favorite mix of serene music. Suddenly, the music stopped. I pressed the play button, and nothing happened. Frantically, I looked at the screen. It was frozen! Though I pushed the buttons frantically, nothing happened. I got a pin, and pressed the reset button. My precious Zen restarted, and began playing as usual. Unfortunately, it froze again and again, after only a few minutes of playing. Horrified, I tried to find a receipt to get an exchange from the store. However, since I had gotten dear Zen for Christmas, there was no receipt to be found. Soon, death crept over her beautiful face, and her life was lost.

I was lost in life. I had no idea what to fall back on. Radios, CDs, and even my walkman, who had accompanied me for years, had all lost its functions, and had become completely foreign to me. Quitting my MP3 addiction was not possible. I had no choice. I had to purchase another MP3 player.

I went out and looked around at the different MP3 players. I looked at many – all of them looked worthless. I didn't want to get another MP3 player only to have in break my heart yet again. Then, I met the 30 gig iPod video. When our eyes met, I knew it was love. I purchased it, even though I knew it was an apple product. To make a long story short, not only did it replace my song player, it gave me a new addiction: Video. I could now play videos on my iPod as well as store pictures of very large women to gross out my fellow classmates (which gave me such joy!). It fulfilled my expectations, and not once did it have a glitch in the year and a half that I owned it.

Obviously, the greatest benefit of having a job that pays well is the ability to spend money like the government. So, I decided to upgrade my iPod. 30 gigs of music way more than enough, because I buy all my music. My videos and photos don't take up that much space, so needing more memory was not a problem. I began to look into other iPods, when I saw the iPod touch, which is what I currently own.

iPod Touch


Pros (features)

The main difference between the Touch and the other iPods is that it comes with a touch screen. Rather than using the classic click wheel, you simply touch whichever option you want. To switch to the next picture in a slide show, simply flick it to the right or left. Zoom in on a picture by pinching your fingers together, touching the screen, and moving your fingers apart. The Touch screen is also roughly twice the size of the other iPods, which enables it to play widescreen videos. Totally awesome.

Ambient Light Sensor. This means that it detects the amount of light from the room you're in and adjusts the brightness of the screen. Thus, if you're watching a video in a dark room, the brightness will be toned down to save battery and not hurt your eyes. If this is not your preference, this feature can be disabled. It comes in quite handy.

Accelerometer. In essence, turn the screen 90 or 180 degrees, and the Touch adjusts itself so that the picture/display/webpage/etc is automatically upright. It pretty much blew my mind when I saw it.

Safari. If the Touch is near a wireless network, it has the ability to log on to the internet. Since my house already has a wireless router for my laptop, I can use that to connect to the internet whenever I am within 300 feet of my house. When I am at Simpson, I use the colleges router. Most of my friends have routers at their houses, so I can connect to the internet when I am there. Pretty much wherever there is a router without a password, I can connect and surf Safari. Also, there is no monthly charge for this feature. This makes checking my email from professors much more accessible, as well as checking my MySpace/facebook, etc. Because the Touch has access to the internet, I can buy songs online and wirelessly download them to my Touch. When I hook up the Touch to my laptop, these songs will automatically be copied to my library. It's accurate to say that I'm now on Safari just as much as Firefox, and that Internet Explorer has become obsolete.

Price: 8 gigs for $300 or 16 gigs for $400. After looking into it and reading some reviews, I was shocked by the price. With the beautiful touch screen, internet access I expected it to be at least $500. For many pirates, 16 gigs isn't enough to hold all their stolen booty. This is one huge reason people aren't as attracted to the Touch. I personally got the 8g. Yes, the 16g holds TWICE as much memory. But looking at it logically, its only another 8g. 8g isn't worth a hundred bucks to me. Also, it's unlikely that I'll ever need more than 8g because I delete songs when I get bored of them. Call me crazy, but logically it makes sense to clean out my iPod of stuff I'll never listen to anyways.

Cons

No buttons. This for the most part is great, but there is one problem. I can't skip to the next song by feel. Unlike with my 30gig, If I am driving in my car listening to my iPod, I have to glance down to look at the screen to find the skip button. This makes me nervous, and since I am finicky about driving hazards, I decided to simply choose a playlist or genre to listen to when I first start my car, and refrain changing songs after that. As far as not being able to adjust the iPod by feel when its in my pocket and I'm walking around campus or at the mall? I just love how easily the Touch catches peoples eyes and makes them drool all over themselves like a fat kid on thanksgiving. It's also easily mistaken for the iPhone grin.gif

On screen keyboard. Since the touch pad is only three and a half inches wide, that's the widest they could make the keypad. Typing actually isn't as difficult as I thought it was going to be. With a bit of patience and a lot of practice, I was able to type almost flawlessly. I'm obviously not as fast as I am on a regular keyboard, but that's expected. Let's just say I wouldn't want to type up a paper using my Touch.

Differences between iPhone and iPod Touch:

iPhone is either 4g or 8g, compared to 8g or 16g
iPhone is $100 more
iPhone has completely unlimited internet access, and does not require a router
iPhone, like any phone, has a monthly bill, but…
iPhone makes calls, and can text if you way a little extra per month. Texting uses the onscreen keyboard, rather than T9 that comes standard with most phones (I would prefer the keypad personally)
iPhone, like any phone, requires that you sign up for a two year agreement (AT&T)
The Touch has a few basic gadgets, such as a World Clock, YouTube channel, calendar/planner, list of contacts, world clock, and calculator.
iPhone comes with all of the above, as well as a few internet related programs, such as a personal email program, weather, mapping, stock checking, etc.

Except for the reduced space, the iPhone is by far a better, more advanced product. The only reason I bought the touch instead of the iPhone is that I still live at home, and I think my parents forgot that they pay for my Sprint cell phone bill. So pretty much I'm hoping that lasts a couple more years, then they finally make me start paying for it, I'll prolly get an iPhone. If you can't afford an iPhone, or your parents pay for your cell phone bills still, I'd say the Touch is the way to go.

So back to my story. Sure Microsoft developed the Xbox 360, and it's great. But from my experience, Microsoft products are really glitchy (ie: my laptop and all desktop computers, along with many programs we bought with them, Vista, my 360, etc.). I haven't used many macs very much, but I have noticed they seem to be a bit nicer looking. Considering that pretty much all my friends are pro-mac, I'm sure it won't be hard to get familiar with one before I decide the epic question of whether macs or PCs are better.
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yellomoose Young Whippersnappers! Feb 1st, 2009 11:43:06 pm - Subscribe
November 10, 2007 - Saturday

So I realized today that for the most part, I don't update my blog to let people know what's going on in my life. I usually just go off on random rants.

This is one of those rants.

Also, I would like to note that I don't exclude myself from the following paragraphs. However, I find it difficult to point out faults of a group of people when I am in the group, so I have decided to pretend that I am twenty three years old living in my own apartment.

You kids (people living at their parents' houses) are the most selfish people on the planet! First off, you expect things on your birthdays. What are you thinking? "Hey mom and dad! I've been eating your food, using your electricity and water, and sucking off of your recourses for another year! Looks like it's time to throw me a party so I can have all this attention and you can give me even MORE stuff!" Logically it would make sense if your parents made your birthday "slave day" where you had to do whatever THEY wanted for once! Lucky for you, that would be a cultural sin, so they don't. Where's Newton's third law in all of this?! (Biology nerd face) B^o

Secondly, you complain when you have to do chores. The LEAST you could do is mow the lawn or wash a few dishes once in a while! What, is your week too busy between your pathetic minimum wage job at taco bell and writing papers for school? Do you know how long and hard your parents work every day not just so they can eat, but so YOU can eat too?!

And it doesn't stop there! As if keeping you warm, fed, and loved isn't enough, you want free money on top of that! Some call it an "allowance." What does that word even mean? Here's "allowance" into my bank account? Others call it "lunch money." "Yeah mom and dad, we have perfectly good food at home that I can take to school if I want, but rather than eating the food you already paid for, I'd rather go take some more of your money and buy MORE food!" Heck, maybe that's why America has a serious weight problem!

In the beginning, your parents wiped your mentally deficient butt every single day because you lacked the basic intelligence of a gnat that said "DON'T DOO-DOO IN MY DIAPER"! Your parents fed you milk from a bottle for years because your weak, useless body didn't even come with teeth right away! And they still pay for your food! Think about it. Your parents pretty much give you a 24 hour self service buffet at your fingertips. Not only that, but they probably cook the food for you half the time! They drove you to school for at least a decade, so that YOU can get a good education and YOU can make a decent living when you get older! You think they'll ever get much out of that? You think they expect you to take care of them when they're old? I doubt it, how much do your parents give to your grandparents? That's right, NONE! Because they're too busy working for you! When you were younger, how many times did your parents nurse you back to health when you were sick? How many of your parents pay for your gas? How many pay for your insurance? How many of you got a dang CAR out of your parents?! How often does your family go out to eat? How often do you pay for those meals? How often do you thank them? Eating out isn't cheap!

Studies show that the average kid can cost well over a quarter million dollars. How important does your minimum wage job seem now? This quarter million dollars is only the necessities. This does include cell phone bills, acne medication, snowboarding equipment, gas, car insurance, private school tuition, or college! I could go on for weeks, but people would stop reading, so I'll get to the point.

(exits 23 year old mentality)

We expect so much from our parents, but have so little to offer. I don't know about the rest of you, but I took my parents for granted for the first 18 years of my life, and probably still do on occasion. It just fascinates me, after having the burst of insight that prodded me to write this, how much I see teenagers disrespect their parents. It's the essence of immaturity and selfishness. Sure, you don't agree with all their rules, and sure, they make judgments that aren't fair, but at the same time, it wasn't good judgment on your part to stay up late on MySpace or whatever the night before a history test. Look at it this way: if you calculate the number of times they do something good for you, and the number of times they treat you unfairly, you're still miles ahead.

So I guess what I'm saying is be thankful for what your parents do for you, and try your best not to take them for granted. I hate how cliché that sounds, but I don't know how else to say it. I'm learning to do this, and it amazes me how much I thought I expect from them just out of reflex. My family went to Olive Garden the other day, and my parents paid for me without even thinkin about it. I pretty much just expected it from them, which is weird for me to think about because there's really no reason why I deserve it. The fact that I expected them to buy me dinner impacted me a lot when I really thought about it. I dunno. It's weird.

Haha sometimes I wish our culture had some speck of intelligence or logic. I'm sure a blog about how odd our culture is will soon follow this one.
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yellomoose Not the typical stupid people rant... Feb 1st, 2009 11:42:06 pm - Subscribe
October 7, 2007 - Sunday

... not that I went on those types of rants often anyway. I'm not sure why I'm even blogging this. It's not really that important, I just am... perplexed. Almost like when you get those really complex math or chemistry problems that you just don't get. I'm starting to have less and less patience for people who have different political opinions than I do. I don't mean to seem rude, but they tend to strike me as kinda dumb. Certain issues bother me more than others... people who want free healthcare and gun control frustrate me the most. It's like they look at a very small part of the picture and ignore the rest. They don't use logic, which makes arguing with them pretty pointless. I don't mean to seem offensive, but they remind me of a few of my friends whos heads got screwed up by drugs and have difficulty thinking intelligently. It's quite sad.
Apart from that, I'd like to say that college is the greatest thing ever, and if I would have known it was this good, I would have wanted out of highschool so much more, which I didn't think was possible lol. Simpson semesters are pretty short.... only 12 weeks in fact. And yes, that does mean that we are only going to school 6 months out of the year. We get a month off for Cmas, a couple weeks for Spring Break, and 4 or 5 months for summer. Tomorrow is Columbus day. Not only do I get tomorrow off, but I got friday off too! I guess the discovery of the western hemisphere is worth a four day weekend eh? Woohoo! And I'm not missin the drama or gossip that somehow got lost in between highschool and college! Lovin life right now.
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yellomoose Why facebook is better than myspace Feb 1st, 2009 11:41:01 pm - Subscribe
August 18, 2007 - Saturday

In a few days I went from checkin my MySpace like 4 times a day to once, maybe twice a week. I've discovered facebook, another online community for college students, teenagers, adults, etc. People seem to be at eachothers throats over which one is better, so I figured I'd do a blog and give a purely biased opinion. lol. Not really, I'll give pros and cons to both.

Myspace: it's an online community to talk to friends and meet new people (no matter how lame meeting people over myspace is). Unfortunately, what I realized a week ago is that it's very simple. Boiled down, myspace is a place where you can send out messages with different privacy settings on them. If you want a specific person to read something privately, send a message. If you want to post something that all your friends can see, post a bulletin. If you want to post something anyone can see, post a blog or put it on your profile (as long as your profile isn't private, then the only difference between a bulletin and a blog is that blogs don't expire). If you want to post something that a person and all his friends can see, post it as a comment. The only difference between each post is the privacy setting, or who else has access to it. This fact is the main thing that turned me off to myspace.

Facebook: Like myspace, it is an online community for people to meet and talk. Since facebook is more complicated than myspace, when I first got my facebook, I found it rather tedious to get around and figure out how to do certain things and use different applications. Although facebook is more complicated, I think this makes it better. Rather than simply being able to send messages with different privacy settings, you can choose from thousands of different applications to put on your page. You can use the "X me" application to virtually do whatever you want to your friends (ie: poke, hug, maim, run over, throw sheep at, beat to death, etc). While this at first my seem juvenile, it can get pretty hilarious if you get creative. You can also tag photos of other people, send people fortune cookies, draw grafitti on other people's pages, display a virtual CD rack, and use hundreds of other applications.

Unfortunately, there are a few things that I miss from myspace. For one, facebook doesn't let you decorate your page with a background, so all the pages look somewhat similar. The only difference between the pages are the photos uploaded and the applications selected. Also, I haven't found a place to blog, although I'm sure they probably have an application for it somewhere. They also don't have a display name, although I guess the status updates make up for that partially.

All in all, my personal opinion is that facebook is much better than myspace. Facebook took a bit to get used to, but I'm glad I did. It makes wasting my time much more enjoyable : )
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yellomoose Hacked!!! Feb 1st, 2009 11:39:45 pm - Subscribe
July 9, 2007 - Monday

Hacked!!!

This time by Andrew!

Muah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!!!!! (Evil Laugh)
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yellomoose Jamaica... Feb 1st, 2009 11:35:17 pm - Subscribe
June 30, 2007 - Saturday

Jamaica… it was pretty expensive. I didn't really feel good about going into the office and dropping $900 (the amount required after fundraising) to go on a one week trip. Something inside me told me it was a bad idea. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed Jamaica quite a bit, but… I don't know, $900 is a lot of money to blow in one week. It almost seems irresponsible to do something like that. Yeah, I made a lot of memories, but I don't need to go to a foreign country to make memories like that, and I could really use that $900 right now. Heck, with my car, that's like five months of gas! Sure, it was the last time I'll see my class for a long time, but (I'm sure I'm going to piss off a lot of people by saying this) I don't really care. Almost all my friends had left RCHS and were going to Foothill or doing College Connection, so I was really only close to a few people in my class.

Also, my idea of a great time isn't going on a tropical island vacation. I'm perfectly content to stay in the US. It'd be way more fun for me to go on a road trip to San Fran or Reno for a few days, spend less than half the money, and make twice the memories. And please don't look at me as a greedy miser who doesn't like spending money. It's just that Jamaica isn't my ideal vacation spot, whether I'm paying for it or not.

For next years' seniors: I'm not saying to refuse to go on your trip. Almost everyone I talk to would go again in a heartbeat, so don't look at my opinion as typical.

"Missions Trip" …I don't think so. We spent like 2 days doing "missions work," which included painting a few rooms, playing with kids for a few hours, and a few other misc activities. Painting a few rooms? I'm not sure what good that does. Haha I mean I'm colorblind and stuff, so that might have something to do with it, but honestly, if I was in their position, the last thing I would feel like I needed is fresh paint on the walls. Also, I'm not much of a kid person, so I had to stretch myself to play with the kids, but honestly, I'm not sure what good we did there either. Sure they had fun for a few hours and got candy from us, but I'm not sure what good that did. It seemed like we just wanted to do as little missions work as possible and get it out of the way so we could have a better vacation. I saw this coming from the beginning, and that is a large part of the reason I decided not to send out support letters. Call me prideful, but I find myself feeling ridiculous asking my relatives for money for a trip to Jamaica. I find myself trying to trust God that we did something useful down there, but I find that difficult when I remember the spiritual condition of the high school. I'm so glad I'm finally out of there.

Everyone has always told me that when I would graduate, I would be totally excited but totally scared at the same time. Bullcrap lol. Right now I'm feeling excitement and so much relief. The whole fear of the unknown hasn't hit me. At least it hasn't yet. I'm not convinced that it will though.
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