For Ryan.

Ryan is many more things to me than can be included in the following list. However, I feel the need to write some of these things.
-the guy who knows what "humm" means.
-the guy who teaches me most of what I know about God.
-the guy who tells me things that are important to him.
-my brother
-a guy who, aside from the fact that he is more attractive than me, reminds me a lot of me.
-a guy who introduces me to cool people
-an encourager ~ a "Barnabas"
-a Jonathan. With David I say to you: "your love for me was wonderful, more wonderful than that of women."
-there's a lot more.

Interesting Things.

So, here is a collection of interesting things, because I feel guilty about not blogging.

I feel good about the youth group campfire we had at my house. It sucked that I had to sound like a teacher to try to keep things on track. I hate telling people to be quiet. I also learned that rock music can be done on an acoustic guitar, but there is a right way and a wrong way. I learned that when leading worship, rock has its place, but it is a very small and insignificant place. Not unlike one of those poor independent M.P.'s in parliament.

I feel bad about my legs being really sore. Not guilty bad, just sore bad. I feel bad about some friendships that I always take encouragement from but have a hard time giving encouragement in because I am spiritually exhausted. I feel bad because Brittni just told me that Ryan was in a weird mood tonight. I love Ryan. I feel bad for scoring goals at soccer when some people didn't get to touch the ball very much.

I wish I had a digital camera with which to take pictures of my room, and blog them. I would take a picture of how the sun plays in the grains of the mahogany in the side of my guitar. I would take a picture of the stack of papers on my desk, waiting in vain for attention. I would take a picture of my mom's guitar. It's really quiet. And I love it. I would take a picture of my basketball. I would take a picture of the cords on the floor. I would take a picture of my Bible open to James 5, reminding me to wait for the Lord. I would take a picture of a stack of clean clothes. I would video record every second of my day and let you watch it. Sometimes I wish I was a good enough communicator to be able to express to someone exactly what any situation is like for me. I will try right now.

I am a little tired. I want to blog though, because I just read Kieth Brink's blog. And now I want to blog. maybe I was inspired, but somehow I don't think so. I'm probably just jealous that he blogs. I am a little worried. Something about last weekend was wrong. I don't know what. I am worried that the girl I am waiting for might be waiting for someone else, and then she will arrive at my bus stop, and I will have the sign with her name on it, and she will be running around frantically looking for someone with a different name, and a different life. And all I will have is a lame piece of cardboard. And more material to write songs about. I'm sooper-emo. I am excited for work tomorrow because it means I get to pay down debts. Debts suck. I am afraid Mom will come into the room and be mad at me for being on dial-up long enough to write this waste of your time. I feel like I need to focus on grace more. I feel like I need to feel less spiritually mature. I need to pay more attention to school. I need to see some people. I need to not see other people. I need some food tomorrow, or I will be hungry. I'm going to bed, after I check for messages from the girl I'm waiting for. Goodnight. God bless. See you in the morning, or someday soon.
Ben

A joke.

Two men from Markdale were sitting on the porch swing, playing some bluegrass. one turns to the other and says: "Windy, innit?" The other says: "Nah, Thirsdy." The first says "Ok, I'll go get you a beer."

The Amitie.

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It's probably a waste of your time, but hey, what blog isn't?