what I do.

At first I wanted answers to the things I used to do. But now I go and do them, without questioning you. It's kind of strange not knowing, 'why?' But I do it anyway: hoping to find the answer just some other day.

At first I wanted answers to the things I used to do. But now I go and do them, without questioning you. It's kind of strange not knowing, 'why?' But I do it anyway: hoping to find the answer just some other day.

JvP cont. 3

Jack: "I know that ya lost, hey we all can't win. Just be glad I let ya down easy, o just got a strike with 12 pins, ya that means I won hit it outta the park, gonna light u up as come outta the DARK space where I was tryin ta think of things to say, but now u called me so I gotta go in all da way. Now I didn't want all dis attention no not one bit, but now ur callin me a loser? Do u wanna get hit? Oh man here we go, the show just got started quit givin me dem lyrics and actin ratarded, like u da best and I'm da worst. Oh man just forget it, you know who's first. Now before i say goodbye maybe for the last time, I just gotta say one thing: u wanna duke with me? Work on ur rythym and ur rhym"

Paul: "You let me down, in multiple ways but your coming down with me now, yeah today. You're putting words in my mouth, boy, never called you a loser. Why you acting high like that? Are you some kind of a user? I'm the light in the dark, yeah that feisty little spark, if you hit me you'll get burned, so go ahead 'round you turn! Well in the end of course your first, didn't you listen to that guy named Jesus? The guy who taught all that we know to us? Well, yeah, that's where I learn my stuff. I learn to love, I learn to let go. Even to a guy like you? Uh-hu, fo sho. You wanna hit my cheek? A guy who you call weak? Well you can give it a try, I'll just turn to the other side so I can let you hit me one more time Cus that's what Jesus said to do, and I'm sure that stuff is true. I'm not gonna fight, but you I'll love, cus after all this I want my reward from above."

JvP. Cont.2

Jack: "Man playin football is just fo suckas, why don't u just go home cryin to yo motha. Cuz dats whatcha gonna do when dis rap is through. Uh Paul da man, you ain't no man no more. Just get to the back and start sweepin da floor. That's gonna be your job from here on out, now dat I'm in town man I'm all about, makin dat money so new and fresh, so crispy clean like the ice on my neck. Homie I got it all don't even try and mess"

Paul: " I don't eva recall seeing you in town, you show up to nothin cus you're at home in your night gown while your sippin on your tea and of course thinking about me, and that it'd be awesome if in my shoes you could be. But Jack I must say something to thou, this little rap war been fun, no doubt! And with all your crazy beats and junk you quenched my thirst. I'd say you won, even Jesus said the last shall be first."

Jack Vs. Paul cont.

Two more rhymes from me and Jack.

Jack: "Playa hatin on a playa? Man I'll see u lata. See me in the lane now you don't, I'm da maya. I'm headed to the rim, Jack gonna get it in. I just wanna ball and rap, what's yo problem? Whenever my hands touch da rock HOT, look and the poor little rim ROCK. Balla girls like to see when I deliver, I make their little pom poms quiver, JACK"

Paul: "You be playin bball while I be playing football, you be draining all dem shots, I be throwin passes hot. The thing that's between you 'n me's, are rappin capabilities. I see you now, you're feeling good, you're feeling all down in da hood. But I gotta break it to ya boy, your rhymes are startin to annoy. I don't know if it's just me, but to a very certain degree it sounds like all those other guys. Yeah, the ones who think they're cool, the ones who think they make girls drool. you sound like them, but that's not great, original is what you ain't."

Jack Vs. Paul

So me and and a friend named Jack had a little rap war. Read it then tell me who you think won on the poll to the RIGHT!!!!

Paul: "I be choppin' down trees. With a bend of my knees, I take a swing, like a king. It falls down SMACK! Cus what I'm the Lumber Jack!"

Jack: " Yo I be playin ball, bouncin off da walls, makin dat rain fall when I shoot I sco, yea yea u know, my name is PAUL"

Paul: "That rhyme was pretty snazzy, I thought it was quite classy, you do yo thang well, my goodness, it was swell. But I mean, that's you! Whatever you do, you get it done and through. And who are you? Yeah, that's right, it's Mr. Jack Dawson, no not that creeper from that boat movie, he's over done. He's the man with skill, the man who wouldn't kill, but I assure you right now, he's beastly cause he's big and buff, and he ain't li'l !!!"

Jack: "Ay dat beat was pretty sweet, spittin at me with yo lyrics, tryin ta act cool like I don't wanna hear it. But imma be real, goin till da end, forever I will fight, with u my friend. Now as I said before I'm da best there Eva was, and you know why? There ain't mo reasons, just bcuz, holla"

Paul: " I see how it is. This some kinda quiz? If it was I'd get an A, heck I'd get them all day. So you want a fight? Psh, go fly a kite. If you think you can beat me, you sir are very wrong, come on, you think winning only means being strong? Yeah, you're all fitty, but I'm not, because I'm witty. And I don't let people down, by not coming around. "I'll go next week I promise" And who showed up? It's Thomas! No, not Mr. Jack. He wouldn't do that! But yes he did and now he wants some lessons at least, but guess what yo, you ain't gettin nuttin from this Beast!"

Jack: : Oh so u gonna act tough, spittin out ur stuff? Well that stuffs just weak, so go and take a seat. I'll show you how's it's done, you ask why? I'm numba one, peace"

Paul: "Oh, jack be nimble, oh Jack be quick, to bad your rhymes are only fit for stupid chick flicks. Oh wait, that's what you like! Ha ha Jack just take a hike, please, do us a favor and hand over that mic!"

Jack: so you really wanna ball? See what I got? 'round here I'm da man, makin all da shots. What u got is weak man, not even close, do better next time try not ta choke. Gimme dat mic"

Paul: "See, here's the thing, I'd gladly give you the mic. The problem is that when you get it with all the other rappers, you sound alike! Rhyme, rhythm is what you got, originality is what you're not! And guess what boy? That's what you need! And since I got it, I'LL succeed."

Ello

Ello, ello, ello, ello. Hey, I got a question for you, a question that I think is sorta overdue. So, what about this Mr. Campbell job, did you get a call back? Are you feeling some pride? If, so, yes or no? And give us a ring, I'm curious to know about how you're doing!

Fourth of July weekend!

This Fourth of July weekend was actually about a five day weekend starting Thursday. Friday was the shopping day and cleaning for the party. Lets just put out another basic about me: I like food. Actually, I love food. So we got some pretty tasty stuff. Pop is delicious, especially Coke and Dr. Pepper, so we got plenty of that. I, in fact, have a can in my bag right now which I will drain soon--the only thing I have for sustenance. But anyway, Friday was the food and drink gathering and other preparation for the party.

Well, what can I say? Saturday was a good day. Started a bit slow, but after a few games of corn hole and a few people showing up we got a game o' football going! There were some insane catches by the other team from telephone wire interference. Yeah, we were losing, until I caught probably one of the best catches of my life! Of course a nicely throw ball from Mr. Moss himself. It was almost a 360 in the air, and somehow I ended up on the ground with the ball. We decided to play with next point wins, and after some good D, and driving the ball down field, we won it. Good times. The party kept on getting better! There was food, water volleyball, dancing, fireworks, euchre, all that good stuff. I have to say, friends are the best!

Then Sunday came along! Church, then clean up was a snap. Then it was pretty much a day of hanging out. It was nice and restful. Monday was good as well! Brother came back from boating, and we made some tasty tasty chicken, hot dogs, and hamburgers. Then, the departure... *tear* Everyone left. It was a bit sad, but be assured, this was a weekend not to forget!

Extra! Extra!

Extra Extra!!! Newsies are gonna win! Yep, last was was the Newsies play. Minus the Eminem music, I think it was one of the best plays I have ever seen! Jack Kelly was a beast!!! Probably better than Christian Bale. Seriously, he was amazing.

Tomorrow is the party... Oh my... I'm kinda scared. I feel like someone is going to either die, get cut, be dissatisfied, or mortally wounded in badminton. No, but seriously, this is kinda scary. Lots o' Friends are coming... Well, maybe. At least Mr. C is coming. Little does he know I wrote him something. Hehehehe.... I hope/know he'll like it. Wish me luck, and if you would, pray for me. Why not, right?

Temptation

All we do is try to love,
a simple thing, yet out we're shoved.
We fall into this empty bowl,
tossed side to side out of control.
Was all this love thrown out in vain?
Was all of this worth all the pain?
Temptation tries to answer: no!
To say that this was all for show,
and nothing happened deep inside,
except that it certainly died.
It's hard too see the good in this,
it's hard to run through what's been missed.
Be assured that good things done,
are not in vain, but they have won.

It's Painful to be a Sexy Man

Wednesday was intense. I mean, really intense. Since someone I call Mr. Simons was over, I had to be in my dominating mood. First off, I finished my photography book! I don't care how much you guys try to save paper, I made up for all that saving yesterday. I wasted so much paper it wasn't even funny. I thought I was all fancy when I cut four pieces of paper at the same time. Little did I know what I cut them all at the wrong length. Oh well, I got it right the second time.

Now, since this is the now generation, (sorry, listening to BEP)I had to have the strength NOW to own Mr. Simons at life. Too bad I can't do that, but at least I beat him in a curling contest. He's got me beat with those bench-presses, but not for long... We had an intensely awesome work out, then we went for a possible three mile. I almost had a heart attack and died. Ok not really, but it was intense--filled with pain.

Right when we got back from the run, the dearest Father and Mother arrived from a half a week long conference retreat. What was my present? candy, and a bar of soap labeled: Sexy Man. Now that is what I'm talking about. Nothing really significant happened after that. Hooked up internet on a computer, almost beat Mr. Simons in an arm wrestle, ate hamburgers, reviewed the Quinquae Viae (good stuff!), and had a good sleep. Have a good day guys!