That's It

I've had enough. I am sick and tired of getting kicked around by my little sister. I have had it up to here with getting in trouble just because I stuck up for myself. From now on, I refuse to interact with her unless absolutely nessasary.

I simply try to talk to her about something and she gets offended. Next, she tries to get me offended. I don't and she gets even more offended because she can't do any good put downs. I have no such problem and give a good one. She runs off and tells on me. Then I get a lecture from my parents about how I need to be less stinky to my sisters. Sometimes I'll even have some priviledges pulled.

I won't do it anymore. I can't be stinky to her if I refuse to stay in the same room. I'll be so passive, she won't be able to get a cross word out of me. And I'll won't be responsible when she gets so frustrated.

Wonder how long it'll take for her to go crazy.

HISTORY MUST DIE!!!!!!!

Take a stake and put it through my History book. Then douse it in lamp oil, pitch, and alcohol. Light it in fire and watch it burn. Then mix the ashes with nitro-glycerin and gunpowder. Set a timer fuse with it and throw it out of a helicopter over a lake. Watch that darn thing explode and then disolve when the flaming bits hit the water below.

Do You Even Get It?

I was wandering around the blogosphere and managed to end up at an atheist blog. I don't know how. The author was talking about how a Christian blog defended Creationism. But the thing that really got me was when they started talking about miracles.

Saying how it was a mistake to say that invoking miracles is unscientific. And that you should ask how to apply science to miracles.

WHAT???

You can tell these guys are atheist, just by the way they talk. It is mistake when you say invoking miracles is unscientific. Looking at it from my point of view, it's so simple, you're left with no excuse but to believe.

Atheists use their minds. They use logic to explain everything. Saying miracles are unscientific is silly, if you take everything we know about God from the Bible and apply it.

GOD IS ALL POWERFUL
God is the one who put the earth in motion. The one who started the planets on their course and gave life to all living beings. Is it so hard to believe the Creator of everything would be able to bring a man back from the dead, when He was the one who gave that man life to begin with? That He could change water to wine by simply resetting its chemical formula? Which He set in the first place?

I'm not a scientist, and I've never been to seminary. And I don't need to. I've read my Bible. I know my God. I believe in Him, and that's all I need.

Still don't believe me? Ask yourself...
Would your father lie to you about the most important, most crictical aspects of your life? If your father had the chance to save you from eternal torment, wouldn't he?

If he truly loved you, he would tell you everything you needed to know. A true father doesn't abandon his children, he does everything he can to protect them. Because he loves them.

God is my Father, and He loves me.
He Loves Me.
He cares about what happens to me and He knows who I am. And He has promised me that He will always love me and take care of me. He will never leave me and I can always talk with Him. He made the greatest sacrifice, so I could always be with Him.


Is trusting your father stupid? If he lies to you. If he hurts you. If he leaves you.

My Father has never and WILL never do any of those things.

I have no reason not to trust Him. Neither does anybody else.

Can you see the wind? Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean its not there.

Ha-Hoowah!

That's right. Say it nice and loud. Get yourself PUMPED!

It's the only other way I know, other than martial arts.

Awe man, I can't describe the kind of feeling you get! It makes you wanna yell, how good it feels. But you're so tired, all you want to do is sleep. Time flies by so fast, its like some one sped up the clock.

It's work, all of it. Working on kicks, take downs, submissions. Gosh, I don't know how I managed without it. The way your arms ache from push ups and punches. The sweat and the way everything turns sore, its incredible.

And its addictive. So addictive. Once you get started, you can't stop. Working your way out of a full-mount, snapping out a good round kick. There's nothing like it. And the high you get. Oh man, you feel like your on top of the world. I think it's what flying must feel like. The rush from riding your bike too fast, or how it feels moments before you fall. Seconds suspended in your memory, while you ride with the wind.

Working and learning alongside the people who become more than your friends, almost family. It's so much fun, learning alongside each other. But it makes it so hard to spar. You face off against the people you know so well. The hits aren't half as hard to take as to give. And then you start laughing, because you know the same thoughts are running through your partner's mind. Not to mention the same moves.

There isn't really any way to describe the feeling correctly. It always seems to fall short, like when someone talks about true love or absolute terror. The hights of passion humans live for.