Well, another Saturday, another plot turn in my life...
Although most who read this know, but some don't, my iPod died this month... I sent it away to apple. I was amazed to find a brand new iPod on my doorstep. I mean BRAND NEW. So, yeah, I'm so happy about that at the moment. And today was... Interesting to say the least.
woke up at around 8, got out of bed at 9:30. Got all ready and headed out to KARATE at 11... I had to be there at 11:30 for demo team practice. TONS... Of....Stuff... To... Cover... Including a public speaking bit... After we practiced for two and a half hours, straight. We went to the park where the demo was going to happen. The demo went EXTREMELY smoothly. This was the last demo of the season, so Mr. Goetz treated us to dinner at ponderosa. After dinner, one of my friends from Karate came up to me and said that he thought my public speaking was awesome. He wanted to know if I would act the lead part in his senior project. I told him I had NEVER acted, period. He insisted that I try... So, hes sending me the script. This should prove interesting, as my character requires copious amounts of hair gel, and as of yet I dunno if there's any romance. The results should be humorous, at best. I'll be sure to keep all of you posted.
new fave song at the moment: Pour me- Coldplay (iTunes exclusive)
sorry for the short post, but I thought if it were any longer, it may bore you. .
-Wes
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Ahh, more of the unsame
well, so, its Tuesday the 19th... Time for a recap.
Well, last Saturday, I went over to the Q's at around 7 for HQ's B-day party. The party was awesome, tons of people there, marshmallow roasting, chatting, football tossing, tons of random goodness. Then in an unexpected climax to a good night, I got on the trampoline with Luke Harvey... One fateful bounce, I went REALLY REALLY high, I think about 4 or so feet of the trampoline, As I came down, the first thing that hit was my eye to Luke's shoulder. I fell down in pain, I opened my eye ASAP and found that I couldn't see. This really freaked me out, I thought I had experienced a retinal detachment due to trauma. Which would mean I was blind. Thankfully, this was not the case. My eyesight was slowly returning as we made our way from the Q's house to the office. Upon getting to the office, we discovered that I was bleeding out of the conjuncivita, which is just a pressure relief system the eye uses. It basically looked like I was crying blood. So, my dad had to use numbing drops and a Q-tip to fish out the clotted blood from the side of my eye. After cleaning me up, he checked out the surface of by eye for injury, nothing found. He then checked my retina for damage, none there either. (Thank God...) And finally, he dilated my pupil to get a better look at the inside of my eye. Now, when someone gets dilated, it makes the black part of their eye, or the pupil grow large. This lets in more light than what the eye would usually allow. So, after that we headed back to the party, which at this point had dispersed. Then headed home, while I lay in the seat of the car with my eyes shut so I could block out the headlights and taillights on 51.
I awake the following morning to find that my eye is cemented shut with a ton of yellow crud. A shower cleaned that right up though. I was dismayed at the fact that all the light pouring into my still-dilated eye was really hurting. So, I dawned sunglasses and set off for church. Got quite a few questions-comments on my sunglassed appearance, but nothing too bad.
After Church I helped clean up and got in John's Mazda to head to Wendy's...I have a feeling that in that time I was in that car, my life was flashing before by eyes at several times. John, you're crazy, and if you read this, you need to know that you don't have to impress other guys by driving real crazy-like.... Well, not much happened at wendy's, John H, John B, and I went through the drivethough then parked and went inside to eat because the line inside was insane. We said our farewells to a few people, including Dan, who had to miss Frisbee to go to a College fair. Ahh well, it was ok, we survived. What followed was an insane game of Frisbee with about 25 people. Tons of running, guarding, and more running. We played for about 3 hours or so. Some sweet plays that included Justin throwing a cross-field 80 Yd. pass to Steve Schuch.... I was brought to my knees with astonishment. I think I like Frisbee games of like 7 people per team more though.
I found out some sad news on my eye on Monday, the dilation had gone down significantly since Sunday, however my left eye was still noticeably more dilated than the right. This distressed me for quite a while... I was afraid that my future wife or kids may look at me and see something like o_0 instead of o_o... But thanks to a few good friends, I was reminded that it shouldn't matter, because its not the eyes themselves, its the feelings conveyed by those eyes. Besides, I have DARK brown eyes, so its not going to be extremely noticeable. ahh, but its just a little disheartening... a permanent disfigure caused in a few sort seconds of trauma. But, God provided me with a father who's an eye doctor and thanks to him, it's not as bad as it could have been. that's all for now...
-Wes
Well, last Saturday, I went over to the Q's at around 7 for HQ's B-day party. The party was awesome, tons of people there, marshmallow roasting, chatting, football tossing, tons of random goodness. Then in an unexpected climax to a good night, I got on the trampoline with Luke Harvey... One fateful bounce, I went REALLY REALLY high, I think about 4 or so feet of the trampoline, As I came down, the first thing that hit was my eye to Luke's shoulder. I fell down in pain, I opened my eye ASAP and found that I couldn't see. This really freaked me out, I thought I had experienced a retinal detachment due to trauma. Which would mean I was blind. Thankfully, this was not the case. My eyesight was slowly returning as we made our way from the Q's house to the office. Upon getting to the office, we discovered that I was bleeding out of the conjuncivita, which is just a pressure relief system the eye uses. It basically looked like I was crying blood. So, my dad had to use numbing drops and a Q-tip to fish out the clotted blood from the side of my eye. After cleaning me up, he checked out the surface of by eye for injury, nothing found. He then checked my retina for damage, none there either. (Thank God...) And finally, he dilated my pupil to get a better look at the inside of my eye. Now, when someone gets dilated, it makes the black part of their eye, or the pupil grow large. This lets in more light than what the eye would usually allow. So, after that we headed back to the party, which at this point had dispersed. Then headed home, while I lay in the seat of the car with my eyes shut so I could block out the headlights and taillights on 51.
I awake the following morning to find that my eye is cemented shut with a ton of yellow crud. A shower cleaned that right up though. I was dismayed at the fact that all the light pouring into my still-dilated eye was really hurting. So, I dawned sunglasses and set off for church. Got quite a few questions-comments on my sunglassed appearance, but nothing too bad.
After Church I helped clean up and got in John's Mazda to head to Wendy's...I have a feeling that in that time I was in that car, my life was flashing before by eyes at several times. John, you're crazy, and if you read this, you need to know that you don't have to impress other guys by driving real crazy-like.... Well, not much happened at wendy's, John H, John B, and I went through the drivethough then parked and went inside to eat because the line inside was insane. We said our farewells to a few people, including Dan, who had to miss Frisbee to go to a College fair. Ahh well, it was ok, we survived. What followed was an insane game of Frisbee with about 25 people. Tons of running, guarding, and more running. We played for about 3 hours or so. Some sweet plays that included Justin throwing a cross-field 80 Yd. pass to Steve Schuch.... I was brought to my knees with astonishment. I think I like Frisbee games of like 7 people per team more though.
I found out some sad news on my eye on Monday, the dilation had gone down significantly since Sunday, however my left eye was still noticeably more dilated than the right. This distressed me for quite a while... I was afraid that my future wife or kids may look at me and see something like o_0 instead of o_o... But thanks to a few good friends, I was reminded that it shouldn't matter, because its not the eyes themselves, its the feelings conveyed by those eyes. Besides, I have DARK brown eyes, so its not going to be extremely noticeable. ahh, but its just a little disheartening... a permanent disfigure caused in a few sort seconds of trauma. But, God provided me with a father who's an eye doctor and thanks to him, it's not as bad as it could have been. that's all for now...
-Wes
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
ahh, Joy, and happiness. Two different things
Well, Monday... The day after one of the worst afternoons/evenings in months. Who knew God would use it for the greatest good.
Well, as the day started, It was typical. Normal breakfast, normal school. But, then we went to Reading & writing club with the Taylors and the Behrens. Had a good but short time there, then resumed my miserable-ness at home... After a while I started talking to John B. Which helped me a lot, I was encouraged, and so I went out and read the bible and prayed for about an hour and a half. By the time I was done, it was dark. I decided to go have a fire by the lake. I went inside, got some warm cloths on and gather supplies. Matches, flashlight, newspaper, bible, pen, ipod, etc. Stuffed it all in a backpack and went on my way down the hill. Gathered up some wood and put it in a typical fire-making shape, put some paper under it, threw a match in. Nothing happened. The paper just burned up. I use up all of the paper and the logs don't even smoke. I really didn't want to go back up to the house to get more paper, so I did the last thing I would normally do in this situation.... Pray. I prayed "God help me light this fire that I may glorify your name tonight by its light."
I opened my eyes, the logs are laying there in the now-cool ashes of the paper.
Suddenly, one of the logs begins to smoke, and light on fire!. Soon, the fire spreads to the whole pile, and I'm left praising God for such a small but significant miracle. I spent the next two hours in prayer and reading the bible by firelight. I was blown away, totally. I was so filled with Joy. Not just happiness, but JOY. Glorifying God for my very existence. The opposite of what I felt on Sunday night... Almost total opposite.
Ahh man, God has given me so much! How can I possibly criticize that which I hold most dear? HOW!?!?! I desire now to further relationships with all my friends. All of them, so I may futher serve God.
Thank you God, for my friends, and my distance from them, which brings me all the closer.
A call to my friends: Go find someone you love as a brother or sister in a Christ and give them a big hug and tell them that you thank God that they're there.
Pro Christo,
Wes
Well, as the day started, It was typical. Normal breakfast, normal school. But, then we went to Reading & writing club with the Taylors and the Behrens. Had a good but short time there, then resumed my miserable-ness at home... After a while I started talking to John B. Which helped me a lot, I was encouraged, and so I went out and read the bible and prayed for about an hour and a half. By the time I was done, it was dark. I decided to go have a fire by the lake. I went inside, got some warm cloths on and gather supplies. Matches, flashlight, newspaper, bible, pen, ipod, etc. Stuffed it all in a backpack and went on my way down the hill. Gathered up some wood and put it in a typical fire-making shape, put some paper under it, threw a match in. Nothing happened. The paper just burned up. I use up all of the paper and the logs don't even smoke. I really didn't want to go back up to the house to get more paper, so I did the last thing I would normally do in this situation.... Pray. I prayed "God help me light this fire that I may glorify your name tonight by its light."
I opened my eyes, the logs are laying there in the now-cool ashes of the paper.
Suddenly, one of the logs begins to smoke, and light on fire!. Soon, the fire spreads to the whole pile, and I'm left praising God for such a small but significant miracle. I spent the next two hours in prayer and reading the bible by firelight. I was blown away, totally. I was so filled with Joy. Not just happiness, but JOY. Glorifying God for my very existence. The opposite of what I felt on Sunday night... Almost total opposite.
Ahh man, God has given me so much! How can I possibly criticize that which I hold most dear? HOW!?!?! I desire now to further relationships with all my friends. All of them, so I may futher serve God.
Thank you God, for my friends, and my distance from them, which brings me all the closer.
A call to my friends: Go find someone you love as a brother or sister in a Christ and give them a big hug and tell them that you thank God that they're there.
Pro Christo,
Wes
Monday, September 12, 2005
post pending
OK, now then, disguard the previous post... for, my mindset has made a 180 degree change. I'll post about it when I get the time.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Wake me up when the week ends.
Sunday's here, I wake up, wide awake and super happy. "YES, I'M GOING TO CHURCH TODAY!". I think about everything spiritual, I focus on praising God in worship, I relinquish my life to him again. I'm brought to my knees before him again. I stand in worship, all want is gone, all longing is gone, I think of nothing but God's glory, his mercy. The loneliness that I tend to experience seems so far away, and like it will never come back. I'm brought close to tears thanking God for taking it from me. I listen to a message based around rest for the weary. I feel revived, a new man(or guy, at least). I'm ok with the fact that I only have a few minute long conversations with my friends. I get in the car, still empowered by God's grace and that alone. Listen to David Crowder as we check out the Q's new house, and seeing if we can maneuver the horse trailer to see if we can help them move. I get home, eat lunch, still happy. I change into my lightest, yet most-covering clothes to get ready to move hay. I grab two bottles of water, walk outside, and as soon as I get out the door and look around. KABAM........ I'm run over. Flattened...Destroyed...For no reason... Just BANG. It hits me like a baseball hits a bat as its going it's fastest.
I'm in the middle of nowhere, away from everything I hold dear...In the heat of the day...About to go unload 175, 20 pound bales of hay with only my dad to help. Life stinks.
I sit here, typing, feeling like an empty shell of a person, whereas 12 hours ago I was ontop of the world. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I FEEL THIS WAY. I really don't.... My life is great, really! But I just feel like this.
"I know something is broken, and I'm trying to fix it, trying to repair it. Any way I can..." -Coldplay
does everyone at my age feel this way or am I missing something?
-Wes
I'm in the middle of nowhere, away from everything I hold dear...In the heat of the day...About to go unload 175, 20 pound bales of hay with only my dad to help. Life stinks.
I sit here, typing, feeling like an empty shell of a person, whereas 12 hours ago I was ontop of the world. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I FEEL THIS WAY. I really don't.... My life is great, really! But I just feel like this.
"I know something is broken, and I'm trying to fix it, trying to repair it. Any way I can..." -Coldplay
does everyone at my age feel this way or am I missing something?
-Wes
Thursday, September 08, 2005
humm, a healthy dose of introspection
Well, its been a few weeks since the LOTR party, and I'm feeling homesick. Not for my nuclear family home, but my home in the church. I've gotten out a bit, to work and Karate, so its not so bad, but an unfortunate amount of time is spent staring at this screen talking to people I wish I could be with and talk to face-to-face. When I'm not doing school, watching tennis, or on the computer.. I'm thinking about how I feel, if its right, if its wrong... Confronting issues that I need to turn over to God. I'm convinced there is no better non-living thing to talk to out here other than the stars. On Sunday night of labor day weekend, I had a little fire down by the lake with my dad.. Good stuff, but when the only thing you hear is nightly noises and the crackling of the fire(and the occasional song on the car stereo from the ipod.) its easy to let your mind work at the pace which fire burns. To enthrall yourself in introspection, and lamentation...
I know this is all going to sound extremely selfish... But, I feel really by myself out here. Its quite possible that that's why I'm on AIM so much. I know I have karate and work, but its so weird just look out the window and see God's creation, but nothing else. Thoughts wander to friends that seem so far away, people I've known who are distant now, my current situation in life. All as a merciless sun beats down on this green earth. *sigh* too much...
Still lots of thinking to do...
-Wes
prose of the night:
the stars, are my companions, my confidants. I may speak as I wish to them and they will not decrease in brightness. They will continue to fill my eyes with heavenly light. As they do for every living thing, regardless of Sin, fate, plan. They will twinkle on, eternally destined to be an object of thought and wonder. But though I may offer my thoughts up to these skyward bodies, I will never receive an answer. They will never console me when I mourn, praise me when I do good, understand what I'm going through. They only float there, as passive mute observer. I take solace in knowing that my friends will be there, through thick and thin. To be more than passive observers. I must rest in knowing God has a plan for me.
-written by me.
I know this is all going to sound extremely selfish... But, I feel really by myself out here. Its quite possible that that's why I'm on AIM so much. I know I have karate and work, but its so weird just look out the window and see God's creation, but nothing else. Thoughts wander to friends that seem so far away, people I've known who are distant now, my current situation in life. All as a merciless sun beats down on this green earth. *sigh* too much...
Still lots of thinking to do...
-Wes
prose of the night:
the stars, are my companions, my confidants. I may speak as I wish to them and they will not decrease in brightness. They will continue to fill my eyes with heavenly light. As they do for every living thing, regardless of Sin, fate, plan. They will twinkle on, eternally destined to be an object of thought and wonder. But though I may offer my thoughts up to these skyward bodies, I will never receive an answer. They will never console me when I mourn, praise me when I do good, understand what I'm going through. They only float there, as passive mute observer. I take solace in knowing that my friends will be there, through thick and thin. To be more than passive observers. I must rest in knowing God has a plan for me.
-written by me.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
*popping noise* *bounce* *pop again*
Yep, Tennis.. The American pastime.... Or maybe not....
Well, Tennis has never received a lot of attention at my house... Maybe none at all. My parents played when they were 18, but not really since then. So tennis has been a bit obscure to me all my life. I knew it was a sport, I knew about the US open, and Wimbledon, I knew the basic rules about out of bounds, soforth... But nothing beyond that. But then along came a fan that would spark my interest in the sport.
I noticed said fans enthusiasm for the sport and decided to watch a few rounds of the US open. I was HOOKED. I watched that little yellow fuzz ball bounce back and forth for an extremely long time by my standards. I've already acquired a favorite player, Robby Ginepri, and plan to see him though to the finals. After watching for a few days casually, It looks like it would be a fun sport to learn. So, maybe I'll pick up a raqute and get someone to teach me. Its nice to have a fresh sport to watch. Thanks Katie. :-)
In other news, I can cross off one trial for the rest of my life... or my teenage one at least.
Ahh, good day.
-Wes
Well, Tennis has never received a lot of attention at my house... Maybe none at all. My parents played when they were 18, but not really since then. So tennis has been a bit obscure to me all my life. I knew it was a sport, I knew about the US open, and Wimbledon, I knew the basic rules about out of bounds, soforth... But nothing beyond that. But then along came a fan that would spark my interest in the sport.
I noticed said fans enthusiasm for the sport and decided to watch a few rounds of the US open. I was HOOKED. I watched that little yellow fuzz ball bounce back and forth for an extremely long time by my standards. I've already acquired a favorite player, Robby Ginepri, and plan to see him though to the finals. After watching for a few days casually, It looks like it would be a fun sport to learn. So, maybe I'll pick up a raqute and get someone to teach me. Its nice to have a fresh sport to watch. Thanks Katie. :-)
In other news, I can cross off one trial for the rest of my life... or my teenage one at least.
Ahh, good day.
-Wes
Friday, September 02, 2005
One week done
Well, the first week of school is over, Labor Day approaches. I have a few things on my mind. I'll just share a few.
The song Yellow, by Coldplay is currently stuck in my head every other second.
Dreams, have baffled me of late. A few random, fun ones, a few serious and almost real, and somewhat disturbing ones.
The stars are brilliant. I never cease to wonder at these points of light. I saw Andromeda tonight, along with the could of diamonds known as the Milky Way. I just wish all my friends could see the stars as well as this.
The ability to just sit and empty my mind and concentrate on only God and his creation has been a luxury. It seems like I'm constantly thinking about one thing or another instead of relying on God's timing and providence.
Another matter has come to my attention. whats going to happen to everyone who's here today? Who's going away? Who's going with them? Who's staying? Who's going to get married? Its all in God's hands, really. but I can't help but wonder, if the wonderful friends I have now, who I'm only going to hear from every now and again. It almost moves me to tears to think that. I can't stand the idea of the loss. But it's all the more reason to enjoy every little thing, every conversation, every smile, every joke, every moment.
Look at the Stars, look how they shine for you. And everything you do, yeah they were all yellow. I came along, I wrote a song for you, and all the things you do, and it was called Yellow.
The song Yellow, by Coldplay is currently stuck in my head every other second.
Dreams, have baffled me of late. A few random, fun ones, a few serious and almost real, and somewhat disturbing ones.
The stars are brilliant. I never cease to wonder at these points of light. I saw Andromeda tonight, along with the could of diamonds known as the Milky Way. I just wish all my friends could see the stars as well as this.
The ability to just sit and empty my mind and concentrate on only God and his creation has been a luxury. It seems like I'm constantly thinking about one thing or another instead of relying on God's timing and providence.
Another matter has come to my attention. whats going to happen to everyone who's here today? Who's going away? Who's going with them? Who's staying? Who's going to get married? Its all in God's hands, really. but I can't help but wonder, if the wonderful friends I have now, who I'm only going to hear from every now and again. It almost moves me to tears to think that. I can't stand the idea of the loss. But it's all the more reason to enjoy every little thing, every conversation, every smile, every joke, every moment.
Look at the Stars, look how they shine for you. And everything you do, yeah they were all yellow. I came along, I wrote a song for you, and all the things you do, and it was called Yellow.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
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