tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26778826571120714272011-11-27T15:13:45.636-08:00Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.comBlogger1821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-13088478588294462952011-01-01T17:43:00.000-08:002011-01-01T18:09:55.639-08:00

Everyone has something they're good at. This is an unproven fact, and I believe it will forever be true. Some people are good at taking pictures. Some people are good public speakers, artists, musicians, singers, parents, friends, sports players. The list is endless, which is the primary reason that everyone is good at something; because the list of 'somethings' never ends.I'm not sure what I'm

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Wanna know a secret? Too bad. Anything posted to a blog can't really be considered a secret anymore, right? But I do have a not-so-secret secret. I, Kyle Clark, am afraid of the dark. No, scratch that. I'm terrified. Why? I don't know. Why are you scared of spiders? Why is a dog afraid of loud sounds? Okay, those were two extremely bad examples. Probably the worse I could have come up with,

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It's not that I'm old, really. It's just that sometimes I have "senior moments." I feel like I repeat the same story over and over. I will often times be in a conversation and in the middle of saying something, I will completely forget what I was even talking about.Sometimes I wonder if it's weird to have senior moments. And other times, I really just don't care. It's weird how people like to

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"Learn to manage your priorities."I don't know if it's coincidence, but I've really had to do that this week. More than usual, I mean. On Sunday at youth group, we talked about how we need to manage our priorities; and if we can get those straightened out, life will be a lot less stressful. This week has been stressful. Let's just put it that way. Tuesday night was the Fall Banquet, and I had to

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I don’t know how you feel,Or if I’m really ideal;But I do know what you are, Hey, you’re my superstar. I might tell you one day,Even if it seems cliché;But I’ll tell you what you mean, Hey, you’re my morning caffeine. I know there’s another guy,But this isn't a goodbye;No, I’ll be waiting around, Hey, we’ll always have common ground. As long as you don’t forget,I will never have to

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Sometimes people really need to get things off their chests. Sometimes I feel like that's what I'm using this blog for. ...And other times, I realize how silly that sounds. =)I just like to post about random stuff going on. If I ever need to get something off my chest, I wouldn't be posting it here, I don't think. Or perhaps I would. Would I? Have I? ...Probably.I should put more pictures on this

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-88433870579908304252010-10-31T21:30:00.000-07:002010-10-31T21:46:39.461-07:00

So, I just got done with a half-hour nose bleed. And by nose bleed, I don't mean one of those sissy things that blood drops out of the nose. No, my nose was quite literally pouring blood out into the sink. What do I do? Naturally, get a piece of toilet paper (I didn't have Kleenex's anywhere nearby) and cover my nose, of course. We use really thick toilet paper and I had a pretty big clumped up

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I should be writing six memoirs right now. But guess what? I'm listening to music, drinking Mountain Dew, and I'm totally relaxed. Just like old times; the good old times. =)On my computer, I have sort of a graph of how much I work, earn, and will make in the upcoming check. It's weird, I know, but how am I supposed to do it? It almost seems idealistic to me.Four years ago, I began to think about

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Yes, school has started. Yes, I suck at posting now. No, I haven't forgotten you. Yet. =)I don't even know where to begin, really. Work has been good, for the most part. I was getting 30 hours for a while, and now I'm getting around 20. Neither of which are bad at all. School has been getting harder, which kinda sucks. My grades are dropping, but not at such a rate that will get me in tutorial (a

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I can't believe how fast this month is going. It's not fair, really. I never have time to post anymore! Not that there's really anything to post about in the first place. But still, I do like to "Jibber Jabber." Whatever the heck that means. If it doesn't mean "ramble," then forget I ever said anything about Jibber Jabbering. =)In less than 5 days, I get the biggest check I've ever received.

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They say it's good for your hair if you don't wash it everyday. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I've been taking showers without washing my hair everyday, I dread the days that I do wash my hair? Why? Because it looks like crap. It poofs up, it gets frizzy...and it poofs up!I have work in less than an hour, and to help calm my hair, I'm wearing a hat right now. I'm hoping to get hat

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I really wanted to write today. It's been what, two weeks? Maybe longer. Maybe even three weeks! Geez.So much has happened in the past three weeks, I can't even begin to start. A whole story has already started and finished itself. A love story? Maybe. It didn't have a happy ending, though. Mine never do.Sometimes I wonder if something is wrong with me. They always say it's their fault, but after

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I see a future where everything is done through apps. Like, I was watching CSI: NY and they had to use a heat vision camera, or whatever it's called. And absently in my mind, I thought, There's an app for that!Maybe I'm crazy, and maybe all this Apple business will die down sooner than later. And when I say "Apple," I mean iPods, Ipads, Macbooks, etc. But the word "app" is more commonly used now

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-50335999684333026792010-08-16T17:19:00.000-07:002010-08-16T17:43:11.565-07:00

I hate how easy it is to fake emotions. Specially through texting. Some people are able to see right through me in person (some more than others), but no one can ever see through me when I'm texting them. Not if I don't want them to see through me, that is. I can add smilies and exclamation marks and that's all they'd need to "see" that I'm content.I also hate how much my mood changes while I'm

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-10358404812117062022010-08-15T18:49:00.000-07:002010-08-15T19:14:29.818-07:00

It's weird how I almost didn't even miss the Internet while I was away. Two days, yes...but the first two days of not having internet are always the hardest days. HahahaI just got back from camping and just like every year, I ask myself the same question: Why do I look forward to this every year??It's an honest question, really. Everything about camping is miserable; the smoke, the tents, the

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-444866122091863552010-07-27T11:42:00.000-07:002010-07-27T12:00:52.036-07:00

My life has gotten really busy. With work and friends and camp and church and youth group, it's really hard to get around to doing anything by myself. The summer is slipping away and I haven't really gotten to hang out with anyone. I got to catch up with Addie last week, but that was already 8 days ago. It feels like maybe two days have gone by. Work is getting a lot better, though. I think

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-12691872785099476092010-07-22T22:39:00.000-07:002010-07-22T23:00:18.930-07:00

You know what I hate? I hate a lot of things. I hate when you don't know what you want to listen to. I just got the urge to listen to music, right? Okay, well I have no idea what I want. It's not very rare that this happens. But, still. I hate it.I also hate when people say that they'll text me, so I wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait. And wait. They never text! It's like, what the

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I find it weird that it's optimistic if you look at a glass half full. What if it's clearly half empty??The way I look at it has to do with which way the liquid is going. If it starts out empty and you're filling it up, it'll be half full at the middle of the glass. But if it starts out full and you're drinking it down, it'll be half empty when it's at the middle of the glass. Does that make

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Okay, I've written this post out two times already (not including this one). I can't figure out how to say something without making it so insulting. So, I guess I'll scratch that topic off the list. Luckily, I came prepared for that; another topic!I remember when I was younger, I would "talk back" to my parents. I never understood that term, really. "Kyle, can you clean your room?" "I'll try!" "

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Pictures suck, okay? End of story.I'm uploading all the Florida pictures onto Facebook right now. Painful. It finally finished before I checked if they all went through. They didn't. So, I'm starting on the other half of the pictures now. This half won't be as big, luckily. Unfortunately, for all you fans of Kyle Clark out there, my mom had the camera the whole time, so there are very few

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Not sure how long this post will be. My parents' friend is over and we're about to have breakfast. I come home in five days and it's a bittersweet, really. I do really enjoy Florida, but I also miss everyone a lot. Although, I logged onto Facebook and only had three notifications. Didn't feel missed at all!! Only one notification was actually for me, and it was from Shelby. So, thank you Shelby

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-53921460087575627952010-06-21T12:55:00.001-07:002010-06-21T13:31:52.240-07:00

I'm worried about my dog, Sadee. She hasn't been acting normal at all the past couple of days. She hasn't even played with any toys or shadows. She's not even one year old yet, so she's still a puppy. Usually, she's very hyper and always going crazy when people walk in the door. But lately, she walks slowly to greet visitors (or us if we're walking through the door). It's interesting, because I'm

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-56065620701453787272010-06-14T10:32:00.001-07:002010-06-14T10:53:27.211-07:00

You know what I hate? I hate the layout of this blog. For the most part, it's alright. But the picture is off to the side when I want it centered. And they won't let me center it! How stupid is that?? Do you guys realize how long I spent putting that picture together specifically for this blog?? A couple hours, probably. I literally dissected it and put it back together again. More than twice.

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Life is weird. It's unfair, it's tough, it's easy, it's every adjective that we see in the dictionary. Life is weird. My brother graduated yesterday and after so much stress, our party was a success. Of course, now we have way too much food. We'll be eating leftovers for days. Keith has always been different. He used to be my best friend, back in kindergarten. He was the cool kid. He was the

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Dang it, it's the 6th day of the month and I'm just writing the first post. I think this is the first post. I forget, and I'm too lazy to check. You know what I love, though? I say that I'm bad at this, but I'm pretty much the only one that posts anymore. Well, on a semi-okay rate! Everyone forgets about this website, or something! I don't know. I don't because it's one of my four homepages. So,

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I'm falling behind in this whole posting thing. I suppose I have Kurtis to blame for that. He's been working on a freakin timeline this whole weekend! Sheesh. It better be good.Yesterday was dramatic. But for once, it was a good sort of drama. I think.Last week, Derek and I were like, PMSing. It was really weird. I guess this three-day weekend was what we really needed! Anyways, things were said

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It feels like my life has just been squeezed out of my veins. It feels like this process took a very long time. It feels as though someone took my bones and squeezed them so hard that you could see blood drip from them.I'm super tired. Exhausted, burned out, run down, empty, droopy; I'm about ready to crash into my grey pillow case which enfolds the comfort.It's already the end of Wednesday, I

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-35545994239708942642010-05-21T20:11:00.000-07:002010-05-21T20:42:12.368-07:00

While randomly thinking to myself, I had a somewhat scary realization. What was the realization? Well, to help clear things up, I will show you my train of thoughts that lead to the realization.Well, how am I supposed to know? I asked myself. I'm not a biologist. ....A biologist. Um...science concerning living things. Right? What other kind of science is there? I suppose it gets more specific,

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-20439296349582483862010-05-17T21:18:00.001-07:002010-05-17T21:38:48.503-07:00

I hate it when people post a few hours before me. It makes me feel like I'm copying them. But honestly, I am no copy-cat. No, sir, I do not lick myself till I hack. I do not find mice to attack, nor do I sleep on my furry back. I, Mr. Sir, am no copy-cat.And yes, I did just make that up. I feel pretty proud of myself, too. Don't you just love how self-absorbed I am? Like, I think I'm SOO funny.

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-25068139384528636732010-05-13T20:51:00.000-07:002010-05-13T21:17:50.872-07:00

I have been very bad about adding notes to my phone. I've thought about it numerous times this week, but figured, It's unnecessary because it's so good that I wouldn't possibly forget!I have forgotten most things that happened this week. Not only happened, but also my thought patterns (That would be what I put in my notes on my phone.).I do remember, though, my dream last night. ...Okay, I don't

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-41738665799102062742010-05-09T17:08:00.000-07:002010-05-09T17:30:27.411-07:00

You know what I want when I die? I want to watch the whole Bible like one really big movie. All the way through the sixty-six books. During church this morning, I was thinking about it when the pastor kept saying, "we don't know exactly what happened during this time..."Well, I'd love to know! If you ask me, the Bible would make the number one best movie ever! Think about how many stories there

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-31863404013087706362010-05-05T18:33:00.000-07:002010-05-06T22:36:42.226-07:00

You know what's funny? I don't actually have my original font to be like this. I change it every time I post. You'd think that I would just have it like this as my default, but no. I use the same font, same color, same bold. Every post! Every post looks the same, feels the same, and kind of sounds the same, even. But that's just because it's always the same guy writing these. I'm glad that no one

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So, Saturday night was the South Albany Prom. Apparently it was a masquerade...who knew!? Um...I guess I could start from the beginning.It was about 2:30pm when my parents called me downstairs. They asked me what they should make for dinner, because Prom didn't have that included and I wanted to eat at home for dinner. I told them that Haley is vegetarian, so anything vegetarian would work. They

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-83667465755086467072010-05-01T14:27:00.000-07:002010-05-01T15:25:23.006-07:00

Have you ever imagined what something would be like? Or maybe stayed up all night thinking of scenarios where you would say something to someone, and then you'd think up their reply in five different ways. Reply #1 would go like this, and reply #2 would go like that. And you'd have basically twenty different stories in your head depending on the different answers. I do this almost every night,

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-89222470080020921352010-04-29T15:27:00.000-07:002010-04-29T22:17:20.922-07:00

I got my first bloody nose of the season today. Probably the first of many, but hopefully not. Although, it did get me out of class which was kind of nice. It didn't even cross my mind that I could have cheated while I ran out of class so many times. Oh well, I didn't deserve to pass, anyways.It was interesting, though. I was just minding my own business when suddenly, I see this red drop on my

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I'm kind of mad at how much I haven't been able to post this month. This will be the sixth post in almost thirty-one days. That's terrible.I also hate the fact that I feel as though I'm copying everyone who posted within the last two days. But I'm not, I promise. I meant to post on Saturday but really wasn't in the mood. Then on Sunday, but didn't have time. Thus brings us to today! Yesterday, I

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-4009914996313027352010-04-18T14:33:00.000-07:002010-04-20T18:52:27.008-07:00

Last night, we got back from Musicale. I'm debating whether or not I should bother going through the whole story. I'm pretty tired today, and I have a pretty bad headache. I woke up this morning feeling like crap, and I couldn't remember much of the night before. My memory has come back, though. Maybe I'll start from Wednesday and see how far I get.My alarm went off at 6:00am because we had

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-68519089517730297792010-04-11T19:13:00.000-07:002010-04-11T19:34:32.462-07:00

I hate it when weekends come to an end. Specially good ones like this! Derek came over Friday at like, 9pm. We had the day off, so I was literally waiting for him to show up all day long. That was fun.We played video games for a while and I dominated on the first one. But totally lost on the second game. Then we went to bed (well....we stayed up reading something for two hours).The next morning,

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-72180598271379552102010-04-08T16:06:00.000-07:002010-04-11T09:35:48.984-07:00

Our country is imploding. After spending so long on Facebook, you begin to see political groups. There was a conservative group that I joined. I was curious to see what people might post on their wall. Not to my surprise, there were many liberals that joined the group, saying that Obama was the best president in the world.I'm sorry if you're liberal, but as said by Kenzi, "Obama is more of a

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-70965654858080138812010-04-07T16:10:00.000-07:002010-04-07T16:44:20.860-07:00

I feel stupid posting right now, because everyone else just did. But, I promise that isn't my motive for posting. Honestly, it wasn't. So, I was....doing something (I don't remember what)...and I read this piece of paper. It said, "Read reverse for details." So, I kept reading the word, "reverse," and I never got the details. ...I don't get it.Talent fair was today, and I was having fun laughing

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-66495755263508508552010-04-04T00:32:00.000-07:002010-04-04T01:24:05.910-07:00

I visited Lebanon High yesterday. It was very interesting. My mom dropped me off at the front door, thinking I would go get a pass. I knew they wouldn't give me one anyways, so I didn't bother with it. I walked in to find Shelby and Marshall as hoped. I was happy to see them, as always! We walked around a while before taking our seats. Shelby and Alex (Oh, and Shelby, I liked your friend! She was

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-8071415024831737032010-03-31T16:51:00.000-07:002010-03-31T17:25:45.512-07:00

Yesterday, I went to my grandma's house to eat dinner. I don't remember the name of the soup, but it was superb. My grandpa, dad, and great uncle got talking about politics, which is never good for my family. They're all Republicans (Except my dad. He refuses to label himself as so. But he's a republican..), so they all agree. Sometimes, I think that's actually a problem. Sitting at the table,

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"Just let Your Will be done."We were praying today in Bible class and this was part of a prayer. I immediately thought to myself, Um, okay if it's His Will, isn't it going to happen anyways? Think about it. Does it really change anything that we tell Him to let His Will be done? Someone on Facebook made the argument that if that prayer is pointless than prayer in general is pointless. I disagree.

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It's interesting how much you can lose track of. You know what they say, though. "Time flies when you're having fun!" And, when time flies, you lose track of stuff. Yesterday wasn't one of those days. Quite the contrary. I was not having fun. Time was not flying. But I was losing track of stuff. Like my diet. I forgot to eat breakfast. And lunch. Perhaps I should start at the beginning. Keith

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Every problem has a solution. Even those that were caused by involuntary acts.How, you ask? Simple, make it a voluntary act. Shelby once told me that her dad learned how to control his heartbeat. I later figured it, too. Even after that, I read it in a book with scientific evidence. The heart is an involuntary muscle. So are the eyelids. Without thinking about it, the heart will pump blood for

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Last night was the Masquerade Ball for my school. I woke up to Janae calling me, and when I answered, no one was on the other line. After about a minute of trying to answer the freakin phone (it felt like ten seconds, though), I said, "Okay...I'm awake. Thanks for the wake up call." About ten seconds later, I got another call from her. Apparently, she forgot that she had called me because she was

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Wow, this week was busy! Let's see if I can sum it up in one paragraph.Monday, I talked to Addie and after school, I went to my grandma's house for dinner. Homemade lasagna! Tuesday, I was all stressed out. I didn't get a Dr. Pepper, so I had a headache. Also, I found out that my grades weren't getting any better. After school, I went with my mom to Wal*Mart to get some antibiotics for Kameron's

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I started to post yesterday, but then I realized how mean it sounded and whatnot. Plus I never got around to finishing it. So, I just gave up.This weekend, though it sucked, was actually really fun. Very eventful. Saturday was the main thing.I woke up early, went to the East Linn Auction and did the breakfast shift. I hung out with Shelby after that! And Emily and Kenzi, of course. I skipped my

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Have you ever been outside and smelt something a little like smoke? I did that today, but it seemed to have a hint of death in it. It was weird. Like, it didn't smell like a dead animal or anything. It just smelt like death. What does death smell like? Death doesn't have a smell. For anyone else, I'm sure it just smelled like smoke.So, why did I smell 'death?' Because the first time I smelt that

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"Who??""If I wanted you to know that, I would have already told you."What else was I supposed to say? Once the question is out, then so is the answer. Unless you lie. Lie, I think. Why didn't I just do that? Would it really have hurt that much?She's my best friend. That's why. Would I have lied if it were anyone else? Not necessarily. I could have said, "I don't want to talk about it." Why didn't

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Sadee was spayed ("Fixed") today. She just got back about a half hour ago. It's interesting how hard it is to see her like that. I mean, she's a dog...but she's more than that to me and my family. Most people know what I'm talking about. Those who are attached to their pet like the world depends on it. It's interesting, actually. Sadee, being a dog, loves attention. She'll seek it quite often,

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I think I'm going insane.Geez, how many posts have I started out like that?? A lot. Not recently, though.Life is at a standstill, life is going backwards, life is heading forward. My life, my life, my life is going everywhere but where I want it. Where is that? Mr. Kyle, where would you like your life to go? I ask myself this all the time, but I never even know what the real question is! What

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I went to the Strength Team service last night. Actually, I'm supposed to be on the set-up crew but I think I'm going to quit. Anyways, last night's service, one of the team members spoke. He started out telling a little of his background, which was pretty cool and stuff. Typical black guy, ha. I so wish I was black!After a while into his background, he talked about always wanting a son and

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Thrice upon a time, there was a womanly man that loved cheeseburgers more than anything Italian. Everyone swore he was crazy, and they were probably right. Somehow, this womanly man seemed to be everyone's friend. His name was George, but for my story, we'll call him Bob.George--I mean, Bob-- had a passion for cheeseburgers like the world depended on it. If he ever approached a vegetarian, he

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Click here for pictures of the earthquake. Just wait for the advertisement, if it gives you one.I thought those pictures were pretty humbling. Look at the one that looks like a whole building is being sucked into the ground! This was an 8.8 quake, in case you didn't hear. It was last night at about 10:34 PM (in our timezone). I didn't do a whole lot of research on it, but I understand that it was

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It's so much fun to go back to some old posts and see what was going on in my life. The things that I had in this head. I love it, but it's probably a lot more fun for me than anyone else. I read one in particular, "Embedded Nightmare." If you haven't read it, I'm not stopping you. =)Toward the end of the post, I talked about the end of the world, and how I've seen it but can't remember. And,

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-1947504882807363182010-02-23T15:39:00.000-08:002010-02-23T16:08:57.068-08:00

I'm not exactly what you would call a good singer. However, I do love to sing. Tomorrow is Districts for the school choir, which will rock a bunch of people's freakin socks off! I'm still ineligible, unfortunately, but I do still get to go. For a while, I was getting really pissed off with my school administration because they weren't going to let me go. Mrs. Grove saw to it that I go.We know the

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I'm really getting sick of things (why does this sound familiar??).Yesterday, I had a ton of fun. I met up with Haley at Safeway around 12pm, and we spent the whole day together, mostly in Corvallis. I got to meet her dad and step-mom. They were all really nice.A great day turned extremely bad when my parents got a phone call. I knew it was coming, but I didn't say anything about it because I

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April Yuan is one of the most amazing girls in the world!! She's the only exchange student that talks to me at school, and she makes History Class so much fun! Personally, I hate American History. Can't stand the subject! I understand that it's important, but it bores the heck out of me!! Anyways, today, April sat down in her desk and turned to me (she sits right next to me). "Kyle. I have a

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Have you ever said to yourself, "This is weird."I've been doing that a lot lately. I mean, if you actually step back and look at your life from different points of view, it's really strange to look at. How did I get here? What would have been different without so-and-so in my life??It's weird. Anyways, I did that tonight at the TIP Meeting. I looked at all the people sitting around me and thought

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-17967870991957517402010-02-16T20:37:00.000-08:002010-02-16T21:20:11.231-08:00

I have a really big zit just under my temple. Crazy how much it bugs me. It hurts, sure, but I really only care about how ugly it makes me look. I got a haircut recently, and I'm not too stoked about that, either.Glad it's only temporary! I went to Costco last night for our food run. Keith and his girlfriend met us there, and we hung out for a little while. We were eating, and they were just

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Oh my goodness. I really don't even have the strength to type this! That's now tired I am. But I have stuff on my mind, and I'd really like to write. Hopefully it all ends up making sense, though. Because, sometimes if I have too much on my mind, it's all scrambled. Then it just doesn't sound right! Haha. I probably doesn't help that I'm on Facebook, either. Oh well.Friends, family, friends, and

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Today was the first day of the year that I was in chapel and not on the worship team. It was pretty nice, but I realized how bad of a singer I am, haha. Good thing I'm not a soloist.I thought it was amazing, though, how many people I could hear singing. Usually I'm right next to two speakers, drums, and the piano; so I'm never able to hear anyone except the worship leaders singing. It was nice;

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-39334084972776556232010-02-08T18:18:00.000-08:002010-02-08T19:17:44.652-08:00

What do I feel like? I feel like a jerk. I realize now how much I've wronged so many people. It's pretty crazy, actually. I look at all these problems around me, not even related to me, and I see how much of a difference I made in each of them. Problem is, it's not a good difference. Bad, actually. I realize that I've been on everyone's good side. I'm the "good guy." I'm the one that people go to

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-85868664756807819632010-02-05T19:34:00.000-08:002010-02-05T20:11:28.559-08:00

I was walking home from getting a haircut today and, let me just say, people are stupid nowadays. I realize that they've always been that way, but what good does it do someone to flip a random person off? What the frick did I do to you!? If I saw you walking, I probably wouldn't even notice you. My advice for people that who flip random people off (the middle finger), throw things at a walker or

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-11107066448813024632010-02-04T15:47:00.001-08:002010-02-04T20:10:45.420-08:00

I think it's interesting how much I get annoyed, paranoid, claustrophobic, or whatever. But that's only around people that I honestly don't like. When it comes to my closest friends, it's completely opposite. I'm probably the one annoying them. I hope not, though.I also think it's interesting how much I snap at Kolby now. I don't physically hurt him, but I just get mad at him over nothing. I mean

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-46880716384004525812010-02-03T16:44:00.000-08:002010-02-03T17:06:05.481-08:00

So, one day a man came up to me and was all like, "Dude, give meh yo moneh!" And I was like, "Dude!" I paused to see what he would do. He waited for more to come out of my mouth. "Dude!" I paused again. Just before I started talking again, he was like, "Dude, are yo makin fun o' meh!?" And I was like, "Dude!" I paused to see his reaction. I could tell in his face that he was waiting for more, and

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-18646510155932591802010-02-01T20:50:00.000-08:002010-02-01T21:22:52.471-08:00

Oh dear, where does my time go?Seriously...where does it go? I have a quote (and I'm pretty sure I'm the first to say it. If not...frick), and it goes like this: To get something clean, you must get another thing dirty. Let me explain. To get a floor clean, you must get your mop dirty. To get your mop clean, you must get water dirty. To get water clean, you must get a filter dirty. How do you

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-55047471236506996642010-01-31T14:18:00.000-08:002010-01-31T14:43:43.611-08:00

What do you do when the super-scary-monster-man-with-chapstick comes to get you? What do you do when the super-scary-monster-man-with-chapstick runs out of chapstick? What do you do when the super-scary-monster-man-with-chapstick falls off a cliff and uses the force to make you save him? These are all great questions, and I will attempt to answer them to the best of my ability!First off, if the

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-73200875168980548072010-01-30T11:50:00.000-08:002010-01-30T12:14:09.019-08:00

Going through some old blogs last night...kind of weird to be looking at. After Janae texted me, I went through some to refresh my memory of what was actually said. It made me sad, and worse, it made her sad.I feel split between several groups of friends. I feel split between one group within itself. A normal spectator wouldn't think I had anything to do with the issues, but I did. In fact, I had

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-46086988343752956002010-01-29T17:09:00.001-08:002010-01-30T11:50:44.760-08:00

After months of planning, the lock-in went quite smoothly. On my part, no drama. Which is good; it's what I prayed for before the whole thing even started. As far as my friend circle goes, I'm not sure there was any drama to speak of. Even better!This has probably been the best lock-in so far. I had never really thought of a lock-in as a place & time to have "fellowship." Honestly, I usually just

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.....And I thought it was amazing that we, well most of us, kept our mouths shut for over fifteen minutes! Amelia tried to break the silence, but Mrs. Grove had already convinced herself that she was going to keep quiet the rest of the class period. Christina had even asked an important question, and she still didn't answer. To amaze me even more, Cj, the cause of a lot of talking problems, was

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It was dark, but blindingly bright. It was hot, but excruciatingly cold. It was two nights ago, but it was three days from now. You looked the same, I looked the same; but we all looked so different. It was dark, but blindingly bright.It started out as a pretty nice day. Everyone just having a good time, laughing and reminiscing as we had all taken separate paths. Kimber, unfortunately, couldn't

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-25003760989893638482010-01-24T15:10:00.000-08:002010-01-24T15:34:54.773-08:00

It has been brought to my attention that there is a huge fight between Christian and the world. Obviously, the world is winning. But, from what I've seen, Christians aren't very smart in their tactics. Our tactics, as I should say; being a Christian.I was doing a little research, and Christians are really viewed as: stupid, immoral, mean, stubborn, and just an annoyance. The debate between

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I've really been in a writing mood today. I suppose I could work on my novel a little bit, but I really don't have a whole lot of time. Kurtis is taking Sarah Kilby to the Winter Formal tonight. I think I kind of invited myself to tag along on accident! It was interesting; Kurtis was doing something for search and rescue, so I text Sarah, randomly. After talking for a while, I ask what they were

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Yes, my dear friends, adults are kids too. They never cease to amaze me when it comes to drama. Or immaturity. I realize that it seems out of my place to say who's mature and who's not. But I've met some adults that really need to straighten their heads. This is man AND woman, okay? Some people say, "Oh, guys are so immature!" Well, they're right. Guess what, though, so are women. Last night, I

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-43683554174350535172010-01-19T15:31:00.000-08:002010-01-19T15:50:38.141-08:00

Once again, another new follower and no real name. I'm too lazy to look right now, but it was something like "everknight," or whatever. So, dear Everknight, reveal your true identity! Ha, or at least comment. Something to make me happy.I stayed up last night kind of late. Reason? There are a few, actually. First was because of the last minute homework. Yes, I had a three day weekend and STILL

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-28885424865716367222010-01-17T13:51:00.000-08:002010-01-17T14:16:03.511-08:00

Our lives are built upon a series of events called memories. Like our lives, our minds are also built around memories.I went to church today, where a lot of my friends are. None of them talk to me anymore, and I'm usually left out of all the conversations. I even sat next to a few, and they left shortly thereafter, not inviting me to join them. After that, I was alone; no one on the whole pew but

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One week really flies by, doesn't it? I can't say that I was ready for school to be back in, even if it was just a weekend. Personally, I think we should have school on the weekend, and then be off all week. Five days of no school, two days of school. I don't care who you are, that sounds nice.As usual, my mind played a game on me this morning. My body does this a lot when it wants more sleep and

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Sadee, my new puppy, is obsessed with shadows. We've actually considered renaming her to Shadow! It's pretty crazy. Like, you think that animals aren't supposed to be able to have a long attention span, but it's quite the opposite! If she sees a shadow, she won't rest until it's dead! ..Or if something more interesting catches her eye. But, since shadows are so freaking interesting, that's hard

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-11033431914215023172010-01-03T01:36:00.000-08:002010-01-04T18:36:33.913-08:00

I noticed that I got a new follower today. I have NO idea who it is, though. This "New Year" has been pretty good, so far. Actually...it's had a lot of drama already. And I've been disappointed many times by pretty much the same reason. It'll all blow over, though. School is back in session, and I couldn't be happier. That's sarcasm. My phone woke me up this morning, and I remember thinking, My

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It has been brought to my attention that the government is trying to take over our lives, slowly. It's working, of course. With all the tax money that they get, they can afford to.The government, however, is forgetting something. The early Americans didn't settle here because they were bored. No, they wanted to get away from all the freaking taxes. And the freaking government. Freaking. Just look

Kyle!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01510071094245829574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2677882657112071427.post-55097869071607098672009-12-28T18:20:00.000-08:002009-12-28T18:32:50.896-08:00

I got a puppy for Christmas!!I know, it's kind of late for posting something like that...but I haven't had time. That, or I just haven't gotten the motivation. Probably the second one.Her name is Sadee, and she's half Border Collie, half Golden Retriever. Black with one white sock. And she sleeps a lot.Yesterday, I took her on a walk to go meet Amelia. Let me just say, I'm not walking that dog

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Christmas seems to be overwhelming at times, you know? I went Christmas shopping a little bit on Monday, and then all day (well...a lot of it) today. People are crazy at this time of year, specially when it comes to driving. I'm actually kind of glad I can't drive yet, because I don't really want to drive people around in this. If it were just myself, on the other hand, I wouldn't mind it. But

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This is the time of year that is considered "Christmas," right? This is the time of year that's considered to be happy, joyous, and exciting, right? Then why don't I feel that way? Why don't I remember what season it is? Every other year has always felt so much different. Right? Or do I just remember wrong?Wednesday night, I got to the school for worship practice, and Taylor said that we were

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Wow, today was stressful. And it's over. A month's worth of work. And it's over. Everything we worked hard for. And it's over. Got yelled at for today. And it's all over.Just three more days of this life that seems to be dragging on. If Hell is worse than this, than I'm more than glad I'm gonna go to heaven....because this sucks. But it's over. Christina had an amazing point about the program,

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Darn. I had a post that was almost done, and I guess I deleted it. Because I rarely finish it if I have to come back it..it wouldn't have made much sense anyways, though. So, I guess it doesn't matter too much. Actually, if you think about it, it really doesn't matter at all. This whole blog is (almost) pointless. But that's okay.Tomorrow is Kenzi's birthday. I haven't gotten her anything,

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Have you ever had one of those days where you really didn't care what happened to you? Because I haven't.Just kidding. I actually have. You're probably thinking that today was one of those days, huh? .....I'm debating on whether I should joke about it. But that's expected, probably. And I'd hate to be predictable. Then again, if you know me at all, I'm pretty predictable. Or it just seems that

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Keith turned 18 today. Crazy, huh?With how popular he seems to be these days, I was surprised how many people didn't show up for a party. In fact, I was shocked. It was only Jayden, his girlfriend, and Andrew Pitts. Oh, and Shelley, of course. I know a few more people were invited, so things must have just come up.Ever heard of Ink? It's a movie that, I'm assuming, was based off of a book; and

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Have you ever had music blasting loud in headphones in such a way that you can't hear anything outside of the headphones? And, during this blasting of music, someone tries talking to you? Do you notice that they're saying something? It's weird. Sometimes, even without hearing or seeing, I know someone wants to say something. It makes me wonder. Like, how can I tell if there are no physical signs?

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Did you ever notice that friendships usually only grow through hardships? I was just thinking about that, and I couldn't be happier with a lot of the things God has put in my life. The hard things He puts me through; they're all for my benefit in the long run. I love that. I love how God can look at the big picture; bigger than we'd ever be able to do. In a way, I can't stand that. Like, I really

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New Moon, the movie, was so much better than Twilight! I mean, the difference is incredible! I'm not a Twilight fanatic, but the movie, I must admit, was better than I expected. The new director did an amazing job. It has been brought to my attention that this whole Edward/Jacob debate is pretty serious to Twilight lovers. I hope I don't offend anyone when I say that it's a really stupid thing to

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McKenna came up to me at lunch today. She told me that she felt like God had a message for me. Which is actually what I've been praying for; just not that specific. "Please send someone, God." That was my prayer less than a week ago. When I requested someone, I didn't exactly mean for someone in a few days. I wanted someone right then. Right when I asked, I wanted my phone to vibrate, for the

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Yesterday, I went to IKEA with my family. I brought the book, "The Graveyard Book" along with me. Two hours in the car can get pretty boring, you know? I sat in the car, reading and listening to music, not caring what happened next in my life. For all I cared, we could have gotten into a wreck going at 65 MPH. That would have killed me, right? Definitely. With the way I was sitting, I would have

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If only I knew how to spell sounds. Like the sound of a phone shaking you out of your sleep. A sound so abrupt, that your ears scream and want to explode. My phone was on the head of my bed, just as it is every night. My alarm went off on my phone at just the time it should have. 5:45 AM. Perfect for a grumpy kid that must get up for school. A kid a lot like me. That same kid pressed snooze. But,

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I can't believe it's only 10:30. Seems like I've been awake for a lot longer than an hour or so. What time did I wake up..? I don't remember.I was planning to hang out with Shelby and Marshall along with some kids from East Linn today, but I'm not sure how that's gonna work out. We hung out yesterday after the High School got out, but Shelby couldn't make it. I haven't seen Keith in almost 24

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I couldn't help but laugh yesterday when I got to school. No one really noticed when I was sick. It just goes to say that I wasn't missed by too many people. Mr. McGuyre was the only one that asked how I was feeling. Well, actually Haley did too. But as for teachers, he was the only one. I just thought it was so funny.In Math class, Ms. Van Essen started to go over the previous day's quiz to see

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It's funny because I was sicker yesterday than I am today. But I went to school yesterday. I hung out with friends. I even went to two playoff things. That was the whole reason I went to school yesterday, though. I couldn't admit defeat. Not yet. I wanted to go to the playoffs. And, now that those are over, I can finally admit defeat against this sickness. It felt really good to sleep. I haven't

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It's very comforting to me knowing how easy it is to walk around in my house. No one wakes up or anything! It's great. It reassures me that no one can just walk through the front door and rob our house and be right back out the front door without going noticed. No. That wouldn't happen, because it's impossible. Actually, it would be very easy to rob my house, I think. Every morning, I get up

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