Freedom of speech is wonderful -
right up there with the freedom not to listen.
I wish I were a dandelion
So cute and yellow are thee
I wish I were a box of ropes
To bond to friends and me
I wish I were a heat-stroked cow
free gifts for all to eat
I wish I were a skinned knee
So I lips and skin would meet
I wish I were poison oak
So I could make people itch
I wish I was a crabby lady
so people would call me a fish.
-this poem goes out to all the poetry freaks in this world!
peace out.
Ok, I am trying to understand the scientific world- I'm an art smart person, not a science smart one. So this is how I understand evolution.
First off, absolutely nothing became chaos. (I mean, nothing nothing... not nothing nothing like the nothing we know)
Then that chaos decided to form an alliance with random chemicals free floating in a black vacuum. (so remember this vacuum didn't suck)
Next energy was formed (I can't tell from where- maybe a bolt of lighting from a star)
After that came the formation of large masses of unknown items- (everything but plastic I assume)
Finally those large masses started to make life exciting and they began colliding together forming the earth.
Of course the earth was oxygen rich H20, so the amino acids needed to hide inside little oxygen bubbles because they couldn't form with UV rays. ( I also learned amino acids are oxyphobic- how the two managed to stay together long enough to raise a family I'm unsure)
Lastly, random creatures got bored of being what they were, so they decided (without a brain or neurocenter) to change themselves, so eventually (a couple hundred millions of years and after a few important gaps were ignored) we got the widest variety of life, completely beautiful and perfectly balanced and ordered.
Isn't that a Miracle? Wow, and I had no idea scientists were men of faith!
The Truth behind Crimes and Criminals. We often think crime comes from a broad range of sociological and psychological factors, ultimately forming a multi-convicted felon. But this is wrong, the true Gateway to crime is passing notes during class. Now, you may chuckle at the idea... But it's the beginning of many steps in the ugly direction. For instance, someone begins as a note-passer (clearly disobeying the rules, then this gets another individual involved, together they repeat the crime and continue to draw attention from those around them.) Within minutes, they have begun planning ways to "pass" and not be seen, and their intricate plans might often involve as many as 10 other criminals. Sadly, once their passing skill has been mastered they become bored and long for a more dangerous stunt, exponentially rocketing their criminal career down "the alleys of doom". To all you note passers out there, please abstain from passing notes.... Your life is too precious to waste. It may seem insignificant and trivial now, but someday you'll wonder how it all started... Just remember "I told you so".
I finally figured out the truth behind old ladies... thanks to my friend Samwise and his personal experience, the key had been found.
It's not that most Old ladies want to be grumpy or make people regret meeting them, it's that they've found out the easiest way to get things FREE in life. An old lady can complain her meal is bad, and get it free. She can blame another driver for her error and get off spot free. She can even claim Alzheimer's and be Free of her grandchildren. I knew old people were wise, but I never suspected they had found the key to working the system. I don't know if yall could get free stuff by being grumpy.... so, Don't push your luck! (at least while I'm around!)
Wow, I figured out a whole new dimension to my guestbook- including replies! What joy! now I can express my tragic humor in every portal available! Today is officially "Thank your blog readers" day... so Thank's for reading whatever random thoughts I throw your way, it makes even the most dull ideas seem important. (not as important as taking over the world! but you get the picture!)
Thanks again,
JENSEN
- He that thinks by the inch and talks by the yard deserves to be kicked by the foot.
- Avoid trouble, breathe through your nose - it keeps the mouth shut.
-Experience is a wonderful thing It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again, and again, and again, and again, and....
-Don't make love at the garden gate, love is blind but the neighbours aint.
(this is for Laura and any PS2 fans out there!) 
First of all, everyone knows that time is expensive. My problem is that I'm paying off old debts.... See I realized something today, for 600+billion million years no plants or single celled organisms were paying for all the long time they took to evolve, but now we (the so called newest and fastest evolved members to the globe) have to spend all our time making up for those numbskull's lack of budgeting and account managements. This is lame. I sure wish I was an ancient protist that had a billion year lifetime.... I would be sure not to waste all the time though, I'd put it to good use, budget well, and serve my community. But since I'm not an ancient protist, I have no time to be charitable. arrg... I don't even have 8 hours to "give away" to sleep each night. Who voted to have sleep as a required part of our day?!?! (probably the same person that voted to have 8 hour school days)
Sleep is a cruel mistress.... Do you ever wonder how more fulfilled your life would be if you didn't have to waste 8 hours a night on doing NOTHING?!? I tried to ignore sleep once, but the flogging and punishment that followed was brutal and I gave in the the pressure. Although I dislike sleep with more passion than two highschool lovers, I've learned not to mess with a control freak like her.
I open my mouth, The vapor travels to deaf ears.
I look around, Blind eyes are all too see.
I reach out my hand, but the touch is only my own.
I fall on my own, No stranger will comfort me.
I'd spill my heart to anyone who would listen.
I'd cast my gaze on anyone who sees me for who I am.
I'd be touched by the life that showed me how to love.
It is not the idea of love I fear, for I do not understand it.
How can I show love when I've never be taught I am lovable?
Do I treat it like a commodity and give it for a gift in return?
Show me love, and I will love.
Show me fear, and I fear only me.
Is it selfish to want love?
Is it selfish to lie and use others to gain love?
Is it selfish to withhold love from others until it is received?
What is the picture of true love? How is it painted by the Master?
Can the human apprentice give an accurate example?
They say the best love is free. Free to whom? Free of what? Free from where?
I cannot believe in true love unless I can experience it? From whom? For nothing in return?
I cannot trust God is love unless I see an expression of love in His art.
I am a twisted example of love, a glass shattered with a dull swing.
I fear my love because it is tainted and broken from me, for me.
I am selfish.
I abuse the very idea of love with my selfish ambitions.
This is why I fear love, It is because I fear me.
Ok, so today this blackbird flew into my house, and then got disoriented and began trying to fly through the bay window in the livingroom. This isn't the first time I've seen it, but it's the first time that I actually did more than shoo the bird out. (because my house is complicated- as far as doors and windows go). I began to think people are a lot like birds, and life is much like my house. We often get confused about things, and we beat ourselves up over and over trying to figure things out. Sometimes we think "oh that will be good for me" (those things being like windows) but it's not until we try it when we're crushed and realize it wasn't what we needed. So we say "ok, then this is the way to do it".... and again, like another window we are disappointed. Finally, like the bird we have to calm ourselves down and realize we can't do it on our own, but that there is someone greater than us who knows the way. I know that bird was in complete fear, but it stayed still enough for me to hold it tight in my hands and walk with it to the door. So I thought, yeah, that's like us and God. It's scary to trust in someone besides ourselves, but he's waiting there ready to carefully pick us up and walk with us and show us the truth when we can't find it on our own.
Working with kids makes me always question the source of patience. I doubt it's an inborn trait. But who came up with the idea anyways? I guess should thank God for the creation of patience, cuz it sure didn't come from any human mind. Think about it... how many times do you go on a road trip and have someone say "are we there yet?". I sure feel bad for the Pioneer parents who had a 4 month wagon train.... Those kids must have kept them on edge! If I was a parent back then, I'd only last an hour into the trip, then I'd be pulling off the side of the trail, opening the back hatch and sending the kids walking home. Or maybe kids back then had more patience, and it's become a degenerative trait nowadays. Who knows... Makes you wonder though huh?
I thought I'd write a poem in my day of passion. (being in love is often bitter sweet, but sometimes I think it's worth all the money in the world.)
Last night I held a lovely hand,
A hand so small and sweet.
I thought my heart would burst with joy,
So wildly did it beat.
No other hand unto my heart could greater pleasure bring.
Than the dear hand I held last night,
Two aces and a king.
Alright, I have a bit of good news for all you people out there who care so much about me.... Hang on...
Ok I have good news for anyone who cares to read this darn page week after week.
I got accepted to Sacramento State University!!! Its my top choice to transfer to this fall, so I'm really stoked to be sure that I can enroll there. If you had asked me a year ago what schools I wanted to go to, Sacramento never would have been mentioned. But it's been a God thing to see how out of nowhere someone suggested I check into that school for Sociology, then on the last day possible I sent in my application on a whim (like I wasn't sure if I wanted to spend $50 on the application)... And then as the months went by, and as I checked out all the other schools I was interested in Sac State just pushed its way to the top. So yeah... "whoo hoo!". (come on, it's not that embarrassing to read "Whoo hoo" is it?) lol.
Good news #2. I officially became part of Monterey Pipe Band today. It's pretty sweet (I'll spare you the details since half of you can care less about bagpipes) but yeah... It's a pretty good band, most of the players are level 3-4. (including some guys from down in the L.A. area, and the Drum Core instructor from Fresno State) So I'm the newbie on the pipes (being like 3-4 years newer all the other "new" guys). But it's a huge honor and I'm pretty excited.
Ok, enough about my happiness! I hope you all are making the most of Easter Break. Chaio
Alright, Easter break!!! I'm so happy. In fact, I'm in such a good mood I figure I'll tell you THE TRUTH BEHIND GOOD KISSES:
Yep, you heard that right, I figure my general experience in this matter, along with many hours of study from various media such as films, school... and yeah, thats about it. But anyways, I've called in Dr. Love to let you in on this one.
-Hello youngins, Dr Love here. I just finished a highly analytical thesis on kissing with my psychiatrical fellowship. The findings are of astounding proportions and shall prove to be favorable in the eyes of many critics and fellow colleagues. Such has been in such well acceptance that my studies have launched me into a premature international career.
--------- Ok, Sorry readers... Doctors don't know anything compared to the common man. I'll finish this up for the guy. Basically, a good kiss looks like this.... (sorry you can't see it right now, but it's a beauty) and then they feel good in the end. Practice a little bit and then let me know what you think! Adios.
