My full list of bands:
1 P.O.D.
2 Demon Hunter
3 Project 86
4 Blindside
5 Kutless
6 Skillet
7 Pillar
8 dc Talk
9 12 Stones
10 Falling Up
11 Flyleaf
12 Relient K
13 Third Day
14 Switchfoot
15 TobyMac
16 Subseven
17 Jeremy Camp
18 Superchic(k)
19 Family Force 5
20 Newsboys
21 Steven Curtis Chapman
22 Audio Adrenaline
23 Rebecca St. James
24 Jars of Clay
25 Showbread
26 Lifehouse
27 Thousand Foot Krutch
28 The Benjamin Gate
29 PFR
30 Dizmas
31 All Star United
32 Spoken
33 MxPx
34 Deleriou5?
35 Krystal Meyers
36 Disciple
37 Kids in the Way
38 Chris Tomlin
39 Supertones
40 Tait
41 John Reuben
42 Bleach
43 Hawk Nelson
44 Casting Crowns
45 Emery
46 Mat Kearney
47 House of Heroes
48 Still Remains
49 Grammatrain
50 Anberlin
51 Sanctus Real
52 Pete Stewart
53 Day of Fire
54 Sonic Flood
55 FM Static
56 Petra
57 KJ52
58 Reality Check
59 Michael W. Smith
60 Seventh Day Slumber
61 Further Seems Forever
62 Pigeon John
63 MewithoutYou
64 The Rocket Summer
65 The Elms
66 BarlowGirl
My list of songs will include of hundreds of songs. That just might take a while.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
The Upper Echelons of Dorkdom
Yeah, I'm a dork. But it is all my sister-in-law's fault. I'm going through and changing some of my top ten lists. The Cooproductions site has them all there. I recently redid my movies list, and now I'm working on my bands list. And I need to actually do my Bible verses list. Top ten lists are quite dorky, but I like them, they're fun to make and maintain.
Some of my other dorky qualities include, but are not limited to:
Card playing (Lord of the Rings and Star Wars collectible card games)
Everquest II (Online role-playing games)
Computer geek
Web design
Blogging (No, seriously)
Dorky sense of humor (fan of movies such as Napoleon Dynamite, Dodgeball)
Big Star Wars and Lord of the Rings fan in general
The fact that I am making this list
When writing this, I am making a conscious assumption that I am the only one that will ever read it, which is fine and was expected. If someone happens to be reading this, feel free to drop me a line. Ask a question and I'll (probably) answer it in a blog entry. Not that that's very exciting, but who knows, you may be bored.
Some of my other dorky qualities include, but are not limited to:
Card playing (Lord of the Rings and Star Wars collectible card games)
Everquest II (Online role-playing games)
Computer geek
Web design
Blogging (No, seriously)
Dorky sense of humor (fan of movies such as Napoleon Dynamite, Dodgeball)
Big Star Wars and Lord of the Rings fan in general
The fact that I am making this list
When writing this, I am making a conscious assumption that I am the only one that will ever read it, which is fine and was expected. If someone happens to be reading this, feel free to drop me a line. Ask a question and I'll (probably) answer it in a blog entry. Not that that's very exciting, but who knows, you may be bored.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
The Shell
Yeah, I know. I'm sarcastic. Overly sarcastic. I bet that's my most noticeable personality trait. After questioning why I am this way, I came up with a theory. The Shell Theory.
When I was younger, in grade school, I was made fun of. A lot. Many different days, I came home crying, not wanting to return to school the next day. It was constant and quite harsh, and my feelings were attacked and hurt on a daily basis. Sometimes this included being punched and pushed around. This went on for many years. In 1996, in the middle of my eighth grade year, my family moved from Ironton, Ohio, to Clarks Grove, Minnesota. Personally, I was quite excited about this move - a chance to start over. A clean slate. I wanted to leave my past behind. I wanted to go somewhere where I wasn't the butt of constant jokes.
The move went well, and I started life at the new school. Within the first week, someone made fun of me for some reason. I remember getting quite mad at this - thinking that things are just going to go back to the way they were, and that I was going to me made fun of at this school too. That's when I made a decision - the decision not to care about what other people said. I was then able to brush off any put downs. Soon enough, I wasn't made fun of at all. One of the ways I was able to do this is that I became able to make fun of myself, which I did (and still do) quite often. This grew to being sarcastic towards other people, as well. I've never meant it in a mean way. I do like to make people laugh, but I think I try too hard sometimes, and I push the sarcasm too far.
Looking back at that now, however, I realize what I may have done. I think I created an emotional shell around myself. My emotions were invulnerable to attack - nothing people said could hurt my feelings. However, I also became less emotionally available to my friends when they needed it. Looking back, there are times when I wasn't able to be the type of friend I should have been. I went several years without ever crying about anything.
That shell has been getting cracked over the last few years. This is mainly due to my fiancee, Megan. Being apart from her was hard for me, and a few of the times, I cried when I had to leave her. It was odd; it was a part of me I hadn't seen in years. Just being in love with her as also cracked the shell more. I've noticed the difference in my life. Movies have started affecting me in different ways than they have before (not that I've cried at a movie, however :)).
So here I am today. I am sorry if I come across as a jerk sometimes, but please know that I never mean to. I am tried to become less sarcastic, to not say every clever (to me, at least) statement that pops in my head.
In closing, I love my fiancee. And she is the one that will have to put up with the weird ways of me for the rest of her life. Ha Ha!
Fifty-eight days and counting....
When I was younger, in grade school, I was made fun of. A lot. Many different days, I came home crying, not wanting to return to school the next day. It was constant and quite harsh, and my feelings were attacked and hurt on a daily basis. Sometimes this included being punched and pushed around. This went on for many years. In 1996, in the middle of my eighth grade year, my family moved from Ironton, Ohio, to Clarks Grove, Minnesota. Personally, I was quite excited about this move - a chance to start over. A clean slate. I wanted to leave my past behind. I wanted to go somewhere where I wasn't the butt of constant jokes.
The move went well, and I started life at the new school. Within the first week, someone made fun of me for some reason. I remember getting quite mad at this - thinking that things are just going to go back to the way they were, and that I was going to me made fun of at this school too. That's when I made a decision - the decision not to care about what other people said. I was then able to brush off any put downs. Soon enough, I wasn't made fun of at all. One of the ways I was able to do this is that I became able to make fun of myself, which I did (and still do) quite often. This grew to being sarcastic towards other people, as well. I've never meant it in a mean way. I do like to make people laugh, but I think I try too hard sometimes, and I push the sarcasm too far.
Looking back at that now, however, I realize what I may have done. I think I created an emotional shell around myself. My emotions were invulnerable to attack - nothing people said could hurt my feelings. However, I also became less emotionally available to my friends when they needed it. Looking back, there are times when I wasn't able to be the type of friend I should have been. I went several years without ever crying about anything.
That shell has been getting cracked over the last few years. This is mainly due to my fiancee, Megan. Being apart from her was hard for me, and a few of the times, I cried when I had to leave her. It was odd; it was a part of me I hadn't seen in years. Just being in love with her as also cracked the shell more. I've noticed the difference in my life. Movies have started affecting me in different ways than they have before (not that I've cried at a movie, however :)).
So here I am today. I am sorry if I come across as a jerk sometimes, but please know that I never mean to. I am tried to become less sarcastic, to not say every clever (to me, at least) statement that pops in my head.
In closing, I love my fiancee. And she is the one that will have to put up with the weird ways of me for the rest of her life. Ha Ha!
Fifty-eight days and counting....
Friday, March 24, 2006
Sixty-four
So, yeah, this is weird. In sixty-four days, I am getting married. Me. How quaint. Up until a few years ago, I was convinced I was never going to get married. I could never see myself in a romantic relationship. I don't really know why. I was somewhat scared of girls I suppose, and sometimes socially awkward as well. But alas, it has happened.
I met Megan while working at McDonald's in the summer of 2001. We were very good friends while working there. On her last day there, in August 2002, she asked me out. Later we found out that we had both had crushes on the other for quite some time. Most of our dating time has been spent in a long-distance relationship, while I lived and went to school in Columbus, Ohio, and she lived in Minnesota.
I proposed to her on November 12, 2004. I drove up to surprise her around the time of her birthday, which is November 15 (she was suspicious that was I coming though). I took her to a gazeebo next to a lake, read her a poem I had written for her, got down on one knee and popped the question.
And now, the time is closing in. Sixty-four days. Unbelievable.
I can't explain how I feel about Megan. She is wonderful. I love the way that we can talk for hours. I believe she was Godsent to me as my soulmate - the person I was meant to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I thank God everyday for sending her into my life.
Life will definitely change in the coming months, but I am ready. I just hope Megan is ready for what she's gotten herself into. :)
I met Megan while working at McDonald's in the summer of 2001. We were very good friends while working there. On her last day there, in August 2002, she asked me out. Later we found out that we had both had crushes on the other for quite some time. Most of our dating time has been spent in a long-distance relationship, while I lived and went to school in Columbus, Ohio, and she lived in Minnesota.
I proposed to her on November 12, 2004. I drove up to surprise her around the time of her birthday, which is November 15 (she was suspicious that was I coming though). I took her to a gazeebo next to a lake, read her a poem I had written for her, got down on one knee and popped the question.
And now, the time is closing in. Sixty-four days. Unbelievable.
I can't explain how I feel about Megan. She is wonderful. I love the way that we can talk for hours. I believe she was Godsent to me as my soulmate - the person I was meant to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I thank God everyday for sending her into my life.
Life will definitely change in the coming months, but I am ready. I just hope Megan is ready for what she's gotten herself into. :)
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
The Point
"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb."
--Psalm 139:13
God has a purpose for my life. He made me, and has molded me into who I am today. But who is that? I'm not quite sure yet.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the wrong career field. Computers are great fun, but I'm not always sure whether I'm really benefiting anyone by doing what I do. Was it part of God's amazing plan for my life that I sit at this cubicle desk, creating phone lists and working on databases? I also know that's God's plan for me may not actually be my occupation. God may be using me in other ways I haven't even thought of yet. The possibilities are infinite.
I like to write, and I think I may actually have some skill at it. I started writing poetry many years ago (somewhere in the mid 1990's, I believe). I've continued writing ever since. I've noticed that the things I've written have gotten smoother and more mature. A few years ago, I started writing song parodies (secular songs rewritten with Christian lyrics). Sometime in 2004, I took my first crack at writing a short story, and I have written a few short stories since then. (A good bit of the things I've written are available at the Cooproductions website.)
Is writing my true purpose in life? Who knows. Well, God does. But I don't. I quite often pray that God will lead me in His direction, wherever that takes me. If that takes me to more of a writing career than one in IT, so be it. If my purpose is in a cubicle, so be it. God's will for my life is so much more important than my own desires I have for myself.
God's will be done in my life, I pray. Amen.
--Psalm 139:13
God has a purpose for my life. He made me, and has molded me into who I am today. But who is that? I'm not quite sure yet.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the wrong career field. Computers are great fun, but I'm not always sure whether I'm really benefiting anyone by doing what I do. Was it part of God's amazing plan for my life that I sit at this cubicle desk, creating phone lists and working on databases? I also know that's God's plan for me may not actually be my occupation. God may be using me in other ways I haven't even thought of yet. The possibilities are infinite.
I like to write, and I think I may actually have some skill at it. I started writing poetry many years ago (somewhere in the mid 1990's, I believe). I've continued writing ever since. I've noticed that the things I've written have gotten smoother and more mature. A few years ago, I started writing song parodies (secular songs rewritten with Christian lyrics). Sometime in 2004, I took my first crack at writing a short story, and I have written a few short stories since then. (A good bit of the things I've written are available at the Cooproductions website.)
Is writing my true purpose in life? Who knows. Well, God does. But I don't. I quite often pray that God will lead me in His direction, wherever that takes me. If that takes me to more of a writing career than one in IT, so be it. If my purpose is in a cubicle, so be it. God's will for my life is so much more important than my own desires I have for myself.
God's will be done in my life, I pray. Amen.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Post B
This may or may not end up as a daily blog, as it depends on when I run out of stuff to talk about. I sometimes have things on my mind, and I've found that I'm much better at expressing my feelings and opinions with the written word, as opposed to verbally. And even if no one ever reads this, that's okay, because it'll help me organize my brain a little. Which, those of you who know me know that my brain is a little screwy.
Topic for next post: What on Earth am I supposed to be doing with my life?
Topic for next post: What on Earth am I supposed to be doing with my life?
Monday, March 20, 2006
Post One
Well, I'm not going to be saying much with this one. Except Hi.
I'll be talking about lots of things, I'm sure. Anything interesting? I dunno. Maybe. I often have thoughts or opinions about certain subjects. I may definitely be talking about personal things here, which may be scary. But you can take it, I'm sure.
God Bless!
I'll be talking about lots of things, I'm sure. Anything interesting? I dunno. Maybe. I often have thoughts or opinions about certain subjects. I may definitely be talking about personal things here, which may be scary. But you can take it, I'm sure.
God Bless!
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