"Buried how long?"
"Almost eighteen years."
"You had abandoned all hope of being dug out?"
"Long ago."

That's basically how my Xanga felt.

Everything is changing, spinning, falling, rising. Everything is being built up, razed, recreated, transformed. All things once thought of are thought of no more and all things forgotten are remembered anew. Ah, how things change: completely and quickly!

"Buried how long?"
"Almost eighteen years."
"I hope you care to live?"
"I can't say."

Dig-dig-dig.

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Alright! I'll update! Sheesh...

Ok everybody, here's the scoop:
(mmm scoop that reminds me of ice cream)

My sister got married, and not only that but she's back from her honeymoon already. They (Stu and Liz) went to Jamaca, which is pretty dang awesome, and they brought back presents for everybody, and I got a sweet shirt. Here's the point: They're doing very well and loving this whole "marriage" thing.

ALSO! Sports rock, and I mean that in the least jockish way ever. Here's what I mean: Mondays - Hard Core Soccer (7:30 southwest high school. be there), Wednesdays - Ultimate Frizbee (6:30 Fort Worth Presbyterian Church. be there), and Sundays - Sweet Action Basketball with the Stackpoles (invite only, suckas). Basically, my life is complete.

But enough Jibber-jabber, let's get down to what really matters: food. I just got back from Martha's house, and her mom makes the BEST potato salad and breat EVER. Basically, I ate it, and it was amazing. Speaking of that gorgeous gal Martha, she is wonderful and I am so glad to have her as my bestestestest friend ever.

But alas, the day is nigh its end, and I must be ending this entry. Au revoir.

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Yeah, it has been a long time...

OK: I just got back from Dallas about 15 minutes ago from my first week of chess camp. Basically I help move stuff around and organize folders and make tabs for this and that and take kids to the bathroom when they need to go. Pretty easy stuff, and it would probably be boring if it wasn't for Peter Vavrak and Drasko and a few other people that are also staff members. Peter's hilarious. So somewhere in the course of the week I didn't get enough sleep and I got sick. Boooo. I still am sick and my throat feels like the fires of a thousand dragons. But I should get over that pretty soon.

I do miss my Martha dear, and I can't wait for her to come home from her Church camp. Originally I didn't think I would be able to come home for the weekend, but I guess I could. Cool beans.

On other notes, that whole Youth Orchestra thing didn't blow over too well. I kinda sucked in fact. I was really nervous plus the piano was weird, but the point is they never called me back and I don't think I got the possition. But it's all good because I'm going to have a real busy year next year anyway. Besides, I can try again next year. But my recital went splendidly. I was real happy about it.

Also ! ! !    The Mavs won against the Heat last night easily because Jet Terry rocks like no other. End of story.

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Ok listen, It's May.

May 1st, to be exact. Michael Sneed's B-day, and I didn't even get to say hello to him. He's down town postin' up in Houston (aka H-town). His thesis before editing was 115 pages long. That was just the brainthoughts he had that came spewing forth from his mind. 115 dang pages. What a beast. He graduates in a 2 weeks from his 5 year architecture program. It really doesn't seem that long ago when I remember driving down to Houston and helping him unload into his dorm for the first time. kuh-razy.

I went to Prom with the beautiful Martha Nz, who looked absolutely breath-taking. It was fantabulous. One of the best nights evra. Everybody looked so fresh and so clean. Rode there in a stretch hummer. A-pretty-pretty nice.

Today I had praise band practice, which went well. Afterwords I was going to go to Matt and Aaron's Graduation party, but unfortunately I couldn't get a ride there. Sorry guys.

But I ended up at that girl Martha's house! I had a great great time there.

On another note, I may get into the Youth Orchestra of Greater Fort Worth. My audition is Thursday, May 11th at 8:48 pm. Pray that I do well. I'm going to play the second movement of the Pathetique. Not especially hard, not exactly easy, but it's always harder playing in front of judges.

Ya know what looks good right now?

FLAN!!

I've never had it, but it looks tastey.

That's about it for me... What a weird entry....?

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Sorry guys, I've been hittin' da playa's club, fo' 'bout a month o' two, that's why I haven't been updating.

That's all I got...

(Rockin' ev'rywhere, rockin' ev'rywhere)