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| Obviously I have almost completely abandoned Xanga, but for those on here who only know me through Xanga, I will do you the courtesy of sharing some exciting news with you! I am engaged!! My finacée is Katie McCoy. If you want to know more about her, check out her MySpace. Go to http://www.myspace.com/furyoftheflames and click on the first friend listed, which is her.
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| Is it just me or does Xanga suck?
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| You know why I love America? Because I have the freedom to light a firecracker in my hand and watch helplessly while it blows up, causing intense pain. Yes, I am an idiot. I was explaining how the wicks on firecrackers are really fast and you have to light and throw. Well, I didn't throw it fast enough and it blew up in my hand. Now my thumb is purple and swollen, my index finger is swollen, and my middle finger is swollen and there is a bruise under my fingernail. The pain went away after an hour. It was really weird right after it happened. Whenever I would get my fingers wet, it would burn. Odd, considering I was putting ice on my finger. Anyone ever have ice give them a burning sensation?
Victoria, Elizabeth, Dave, Micah, and the others...I forgot their names already: Andrew maybe? And Lena? Correct me if these are incorrect.
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| This is a poem I wrote a couple minutes ago about some of the struggles I face everyday.
I hate this flesh
That rips at the seams.
I hate this body
So much I could scream.
I hate this life
Full of emptiness and decay.
Lord Jesus, take me.
This is how I pray:
Father, in the name of Your son,
I come to You, although my flesh wants to run.
I come to You, seeking your forgiveness and peace.
I run to You, rid me of this sin disease.
It’s always invaded.
I’m constantly hating
The way my flesh keeps evading
From coming into alignment with the Spirit.
Lord, I cannot bear it.
Take all this sin and shame;
Cast away the guilt,
I cry in Jesus’ name
Deliver me from myself.
Renew in me
My spiritual health.
Lord, I feel weak and it’s hard
To keep on fighting
This spiritual war
That keeps on residing
In my mind, in my flesh,
In my spirit, in my head.
Lord, please take it away.
You raised me from the dead
To live a life that glorifies You
Help me to stop acting like a fool.
God, I need You at every intersection.
Not just for a blessin’,
But for who You are;
To rest in Your presence and Your holy arms.
I need You to come and to invade my heart.
I earnestly pray that this sin would depart.
God I know that You hear me and that You care.
I thank You for listening to my sincerest prayers.
God, mold me and make me what You will.
And Lord, I know that your grace consumes me still.
Thank you for the cross.
Thank you for Your death
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| I thought the President gave a fine speech, except for the part where he said he didn't want to deport all the criminal immigrants. Wait, because they've been breaking the law longer than the others, they should get a chance to gain citizenship? And the last time I checked, fraud was a federal offense. I thought it was funny when the President was talking about reading and writing the English language. I hope the immigrants learn the words strategery and misunderestimate.
Borders. Language. Culture. - The Paul Revere Society
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