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I fear for my life.  I hear sirens and I turn around, to see if
they’ve found me.  I have commited crime.  Guilt lies heavily
on my soul.

Yes; you’ve now seen it with your own eyes.  Really, I don’t know
why there’s need to spend several hundred dollars on books. 
There’s this sweet action new sort that came out; check out the top and
you’ll see it flagrantly, blatantly, and gratuitously said.

There you have it.  Buy the Low Priceâ„¢ edition and save!
Seriously.  $130 for a book?  Naw.  $28 shipped. 
From eBay, w00t. 

Please allow two to eight weeks for shipping from Hong Kong or India.

EDIT
This is not really how I feel; I just wrote it at the time. At least, I don’t feel that vehement about it.
END EDIT

I’m back at the ‘ville alright, and it certainly didn’t take to long to
get extremely peeved by the rules.  A summer at home, where I’m
allowed to be mature and make discernment calls on my own…pretty
much, live a normal life of christian freedom. 

Then, back to the ‘ville and the Hill!  Which, by the way, is
dead.  No spirit left here; feel free to drop by whenever you want
ladies, there will be no chanting.  I’m taking some time to come
to grips with it, just something I have to do every year when I get
back.  Sacrifices must be made to stay sane.  Pretty much,
shutting my brain off, except my own theological research, bonding and
spiritual growth with the Palmer boys, and studying engineering. 
Alas, and such, so forth.  And not having any more of this. 
Beds lead to making babies.  As does holding hands. 

Enjoy having your discernment done for you; soon, you, child, shall grow up and make decisions on your own.

So I read (present tense) the couples’ away messages, and it’s always
“such and such is the BEST BF/GF ever!!”  And I sit, and I
ponder.  And then I laugh, cause I know, I’m terrible at being a
boyfriend.  Which explains why…

….the rumors of me having a girlfriend were true; the rumors of me no
longer having a girlfriend are also true.  Really, no need for
pity messages or sad thoughts…I think in one way or another, we both
(me and Felicia) both agree and know its by far the healthiest thing at
this point.  So it’s not particularly negative, and will be highly
positive.  There’s as little drama as possible…we’re friends,
and we think each other are super awesome.  All other things
considered though, I’m a horrible boyfriend, which Felicia probably
will agree with.  I’m mean, I’m insanely good looking and I
usually have my head on straight, but my brain is just, nutso. 
So, for my next point….

…which is to to clarify: I am not afraid of commitment.  It
seems this is what girls like to accuse boys who break up with
girlfriends of.  Really, I’m a big fan of commitment; but all in
things in their proper time and place, in healthy manners. 
w00t.  It just seemed like an appropriate w00t time.

Really, this has been to stem the questions I’ve been getting and
confirm what needs to be confirmed and deny what needs to be denied.

Now, some of you may need a laugh at the end of the summer.  Here ya go!!

Yup!! That’s a picture of a male nurse.  Hahaha!

I go through extended periods of time when I don’t care much for Xanga at all.

I’d like to take a few minutes to talk about feet.

I’m a big fan of feet.  I always have been.  People would
look through the pictures on my computer and say, “Ew, why are there so
many pictures of feet?”  To which I replied, “I don’t feel the
need to explain my art to you.”

I don’t really have any art, I just like feet.  Does that make me weird?

Look at this picture.

How does it make you feel?

Sappy first, thoughtful later.

Got back from PA/OH for 10 days, finally back in Jersey.  I had an
excellent time being with my not imaginary girlfriend Felicia, being
with her pretty much every waking hour, except when I’m too lazy to get
up and she steals my wallet and buys a sweatshirt with the money in
it.  Not a lie.  I had a great time at Creation, the
christian music festival, in spite of the event itself.  It was
fully of flagrant biblical inaccuracies in things.  However, it
had a buttload of energy…100,000 people with their hands lifted,
jumping up and down, shouting, dancing, things you don’t see at
Cedarville.  There’s the “spirit” and passion thats
needed…Cedarville seems to just retain the “truth”.  Oh wait,
I’m still in the ‘sappy’ part, almost got off track.

This is Booger. Felicia likes catching frogs.  Even though this is
a toad.  We spent some time chasing after them. We have l337 frog
catching skills.

This is us.  Aww. How cute, etc etc.  Mostly I’m really hott,
but mostly she is.  Neither of us are particular sappy people
(Neither of us is a particularly sappy person?  Laura?), so you
can invent sappy things for me to say that I won’t be able to think of
on my own.

In other news, I saw this bumper sticker on the way home:

I really started thinking about it.  Perhaps many people yell at
me for this, but I won’t say I’m a huge Bush fan.  Not that I hate
him…but you get the idea.  Lots of people really feel what this
bumper sticker addresses.  Let’s face it…there were no weapons
of mass destruction in Iraq.  So that was a “failure”.  But,
they say look at the liberation of the people.  They were so
oppressed.  w00t!! Sweet action, there’s a lot less
opression.  Good times.  Still makes America the world’s
police, whether or not somewhere wants to be policed.  (I’m not
saying thats a bad thing; it just is).  Alright, so we’ll say
thats a good thing, and we’re pretty altruistic.  Because I really
don’t think we were in it for the oil, altruism is an ok alternative,
and not to many Republicans would argue…right?  Into my head
popped another thought.  We’re sending troops into military action
for atruistic purposes, for the good of the world and America, right?

Pop quiz: If we’re so out for the good of people, how come America is
the #1 consumer of sweatshop-produced goods?  Why do we send
troops to die (which is necessary, I’m not saying its the worst thing
ever) but let people live on a few pennies a day being oppressed by
capitlism in its current form?  I suppose its ok for people to be
oppressed by capitlism, but not dictatorship.

Why doesn’t America shut down its sweatshop using companies?  Or
if the people are so gung-ho about quality of life for Iraqis, why not
for all the other countries where people are abused for…YOUR
pleasure?  Who make YOUR clothes and your toys.

You’re a part of that.  Nike, Disney, Wal-Mart, Kohls.  All
use sweatshops.  Do you think, or care, about what you buy? 
Because there’s plenty of “clean” companies that make capitlism a much
happier place.

Think about it.

In the magical state of Ohio. Ewww.  I mean, hooray. My imaginary
girlfriend still has to work even when I’m here visiting.  Then
we’re going to the supahmarket to get super cool food.  Neither of
us cooks, so it’s peanut butter and jelly.

We went up to the ‘ville Sunday night to visit some people.  It’s deathly quiet compared to normal. 

Felicia had a brilliant observation.  As we were walking hand in
hand around Cedar-Lake (ahhhhh nooooo), we passed by the recently
erected monuments to Cedar-Art.  You know, those things they put
up by the clock in front of the SSC…it goes through the days of
creation.  The art for the 6th day has a picture of God’s lips
breathing onto Adam and Eve’s faces.  Good work Cedarville on an
attempt to bring some art in, but FeFe informed me that, maybe that’s
not exactly how it happened.  I checked just to be sure, because
I’m not familiar with such things, and Eve was made a little bit later,
from Adam’s rib, not poof breath of God into both of them and bam
people are made.

Ah well.  No pictures make me sad.

But the new Xanga option of selecting what game you’re currently playing is schweet.

Michael shall be absent from his computer until around July 6th. 
What can draw him away from his beloved girlfriend, Rebekah, his
computer?

Well, a little bit of this…

(The one on the left kills baby cows for fun and profit.  Mostly fun.)

And a rather large amount of this…(this isn’t a fat joke)

That girl is…well.  I suppose the short version is,  I might have to break up with my computer.

I’ll be at her house for four days undergoing fatherly interrogation
before me and his daughter head out to creation with the
Knipples.  I’d post a picture of some Knipples but I don’t think
I’m allowed to do that.

If you live in the Cincy area and want to see what I look like when I’m
wickedly fallen for a beautiful girl named Felicia, you can call my cell phone.

In other news, the job at Apple is COMPLETELY gotten now.  They
have my named signed in blood, and I’ll start work when I get back.

Somebody set up us the bomb.

What then, shall we ask of the men?

Is it not true that, difficult as it may be to ask a girl to accompany
you on a pleasant expedition to some inconsequential destination, the
difficulty is multiplied hundredfold upon having to make the same
request of the father on her behalf?

And what then, of the women shall we ask?

Um….wasn’t I cute when I was little?  This is my favorite picture.

Maybe if you ask nice, I’ll show you pictures of me and the moil!

From the Student Handbook:

I like killing things.  In games.

In other news about rules that people don’t consistently break, I have
the job with Apple.  They’re taking their merry time;  every
time they said they’d contact me has been a lie.  I always end up
calling or emailing them.  It’s slightly irritating and makes for
nerve-wracking times, but if you think about it…what do they really
care?   It’s important to me, but not so much to them.

This is my sister, going to prom. She’s such a big girl
now….*tear*.  And by big, I mean, taller than 4’9″ but shorter
than 4′”11.