Hard Time
I sit here in front of my computer totally broke. I made my car payment last week, and now, short of $40.00, I'm broke.
And I'm behind in rent.
Malachi 3:10-12
"'Bring all the tithes into the storehouse so there will be enough food in my Temple. If you do,' says the LORD Almighty, 'I will open the windows of heaven for you. I will pour out a blessing so great you won't have enough room to take it in! Try it! Let me prove it to you! Your crops will be abundant, for I will guard them from insects and disease. Your grapes will not shrivel before they are ripe,' says the LORD Almighty. 'Then all nations will call you blessed, for your land will be such a delight,' says the LORD Almighty."I am a religious man, contrary to what a lot of people think. I love God more than anything. And I especially know that what God says, he has to do.
It says it right there...I know he'll take care of me.
*sigh*
Maybe I'm just tired. I don't know. I don't sleep anymore for longer than an hour or two, and I'm incredibly tired of being broke.
So, for those of you that, like me, believe that God loves us and wants to take care of us, when you pray, please - pray for me.
I need His help now more than ever.
I've Gone And Found Myself.
I've always felt that I had a name unlike anyone elses. After all, you've probably heard of a lot of names being common - take the "Smith" name, for example.
However, when's the last time you ran into someone named "Jeremiah Spoon". I doubt you ever have.
So, I, in my curiosity, decided to see if I have a doppleganger.
The result?
I do. There are three of me.
One in San Antonio, Texas, and one in Tuscon, Arizona. So, curiosity got the best of me. I found email addresses for them, and emailed them. Today one responded.
He's 27, and has two kids, and is almost done with his Architectural degree in college.
Weirdly enough, I almost became an achitect myself! So, right now we're all trading emails and learning about how each "Jeremiah Spoon" made his life different.
But, in any case, I must go. I'm calling myself on the phone.
My Cat Is Purple
I drink a whole lot of juice - especially my favorite juice - grape juice. Normally I take the frozen can out of the freezer and leave it on the counter to thaw out. I learned the hard way today that I can't do that anymore.
Cloey, my three year old cat, is the most inquisitive animal I have ever had as a pet. It doesn't matter what you're doing - she wants to be involved. If you're eating, she wants to sniff it and eat it too. If you're bathing, she wants to bathe too. If you're watching tv - then she's happy because she can curl up on your lap.
Cloey decided that whatever was in the can was obviously meant for her.
So, she wrestled with it and finally got the can open.
The grape juice concentrate spread out over the counter it was on, and Cloey liked the smell.
So, she rolled in it.
I came home from being out to a counter coverd in grape concentrate, and a purple cat. She looked like a purple furball.
"Meow!"
So, I took her into the bath and spent 45 minutes washing her. You ever try to wash a cat that has all of it's claws and
does not want to be bathed? It wasn't fun, trust me.
I now have more holes in me than a caulander used for target practice.
Why me?
Well, in any case, I have to go back to washing her again. She's still slightly purple, and George (the other cat) keeps calling her "Barney".
He's so mean...
Blog Hopping - Part 2
So, once again tonight I can't sleep, and, as such, I went blog hopping.
Bad idea.
I've decided there are four kinds of blogs -
1.) Foreign Language Blogs. You would think that Blogger.com would know automatically to filter out the blogs typed out that aren't in English, but nope - they don't.
This group comprises of 50% of the sites I am "randomly" sent to.
2.) Advertising Blogs. Is nobody out there reading these things and putting a stop to them? I don't need a new home mortgage, and I don't need car insurance. I don't need "male enhancement" pills, and I definetly don't need to refinance anything. Please. Someone end this crap.
This fantastic group comprises of 35% of the blogs I run into.
3.) Art Blogs - You know what I'm talking about - running into a blog where they've got their own template, but it's filled with weird pictures, and stupid posts. I can't ever figure out these people - Look, nobody cares about your stupid art blog, and further, nobody reads it. Why? Because you MAKE IT SO HARD TO FIND SOMETHING TO ACTUALLY READ.
This group of idiotic art morons makes up 10% of the blogs I crash into.
4.) NORMAL Blogs. Blogs where people actually
WRITE something of value.
*sigh*
These are the blogs I live for. People writing about real things. Real life. Real situations.
In any case, I just thought I would vent.
Now I have to go - I just found a blog selling home flood insurance in german and the blog looks like it was coded out by a Russian Ray Charles with a paintbrush during an earthquake.
Mmmm....substance...
Sometimes, My Job Sucks
Part of running the most popular Halo 2 Webring, is running the two clans that support it. Until now I had a helper for the secondary clan, but his grandfather passed away. Now I am left to run both clans single handedly. 106 people to take care of.
The largest clan is the newest one, and, as such, is prone to speed bumps. It's mostly made up of younger players that are anxious to make a name for themselves, and most of the time, don't care who's toes they run over.
The smaller clan is my main clan - and even they have problems.
Recently three members, not in communication with each other, created a breach in clan security and leaked out sensitive information. To those of you who aren't into gaming, that might not sound like a big deal - however, when it's information regarding the system used to get into our clan - (Known as the hardest clan to get into) - It's a serious problem. We can't have word getting out how we let people into the clan - that would destroy our hope of getting to know people without them putting on a show.
As such, we had to take drastic measures and rip away every privileges these people have. It was only through the pleadings of one of our clan members that they weren't booted.
I'm telling you - it's really no fun punishing people. I hate doing it.
I really do.
Washing The Car
About a year ago I bought the most expensive thing I've ever owned - a 2005 Mazda 3. I love this car. It's black. It's got a sunroof. It's got a 6 Disc CD Changer in it and a 15" 600 Watt subwoofer custom built by my father and I.
And I can't stand it when it's dirty.
See - here's my problem - the car looks so good when it's clean that I can't stand it when it's dirty. So I wash it.
A lot.
And, when I'm not washing it, I'm wiping the dust off of it and wiping down the high-gloss alloy wheels.
I can't help myself.
I have to go. If you need me, I'll be buffing the rear bumper.
The Point of Sleep
Tonight, for whatever odd reason, around 10pm I was really sleepy. That's weird for me. I'm never tired before 1 or 2 am. Anyway, there I was, using my computer, when I suddenly felt exhausted.
So, I powered everything down. Turned off the two tv's, the xbox, the large fishtank, and the computer. Turned off the lights, fed the cats, and went to bed.
1AM rolled around, and I woke up.
Now, I can't sleep.
Which, has gotten me to thinking. What's the point of sleep? Why do we need it? People say we need "our rest", but why? It's not for energy - we eat food for that. So what's the point of sleeping? I mean, as I sit here, thinking about this, imagine what you could do if, instead of sleeping, you had an extra 6-8 hours a day to do whatever you wanted? Imagine if we didn't sleep?
Jeepers. Prime Time TV might start at 2am! Everything would be open 24 hours a day. Imagine going to a movie at 5am, then, after the movie, going to work at 8am.
So, here I am, 1:30 in the morning, looking on the internet for why we sleep. Apparently, nobody knows why we sleep either. They think it's for "energy conservation", or to "recover from physical activity". Interestingly enough, I've found some interesting things:
"Did you ever think about how much you sleep and dream? The "average" human sleeps about 8 hours every day. That's one third of your life! In other words, you sleep for about 122 days every year. A 75 year old person would have spent a total of about 25 years asleep. There is a wide range in the amount of time different animals spend sleeping.
As for dreaming...we enter REM sleep about 5 times in an average 8 hour period of sleep. If we assume that we dream during each of these REM periods, then in one year, we will have had 1,825 dreams! Of course we don't remember all of these dreams. A 75 year old person would have about 136,875 dreams!"
Interesting, eh?
Well, I think that that's one of the first questions I'll ask God when I make it to heaven.
(adds it to the list).
Current List:
1.) We know you made Earth. Did you make any other planets with aliens?
2.) Why didn't you make any rivers that had Pepsi flowing in them instead of just water?
3.) Why couldn't you make Tofu bad for us, and cheeseburgers GOOD for us?
4.) You don't understand women either, do you?
5.) Why do we sleep?
Time for me to go. If you need me, I'll be in my bed.
Wasting time.
