Interrogating God

I have discovered that communication is the key.
Talking works, but body language will always speak louder than your voice can.


Plight (n)
-a condition, state, or situation that is unfavorable




In any religion that has ties to a central Christian faith knows of the omnipotent trifecta that is; God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. I started thinking maybe that God the Father is the image that the others become alter-egos from. That is, that Jesus was God putting himself in physical form, and that God is so powerful that His mere presence (Holy Spirit) has it's own separate being.


Seeing that God's power is unfathomable and trying to make some honest human sense of it's greatness and put it into a picture frame where I can look and understand and admire is nearly an insult, because it can never be done.




I'll give it a shot though.




Since the Elyon was seeing corruption in creation he came down in physical form as Jesus. He respected the system He created and went through the processes of it. He could have come in the form of a glorious chariot with heavenly hosts but decided to come from humble beginnings.


Why? To show that any human being can can live a God-Filled life. From birth til death.


How can 3 be in different places and be 1?
Once again, God's power is so vast the human brain cannot even picture it and when I witness it my mind does not calculate it. When the sun moves i barely recognize it happening because my intellect does not allow to capture it's full magnificence.




Here's where people are going to stop liking me.




Did God not want our brains to be freethinking?
Since God is is the creator of mankind's thinking, did he put a limit it on it possibly? Did Lucifer have "too open" of a mind? He could have been created with a mind that could in fact absorb God's power enough to the point where he would attempt to mimic it. Then after his casting out, did God decide he would dumb down the rest of his creation so it wouldn't happen again?


I Honestly don't want to know. If he did, good. He created me. If a mere open mind would make me try to turn on my creator, then I would be honored to be only a receiver of then knowledge he so graciously gives me.


Remember, you and the devil were created by the same being. So you must know that God loves his children, even the most unclean to the point that he didn't even destroy him...I mean if you think about it, God even gave him a place to live.

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If you ask God questions without shaking your fist, it's OK,
James.

In Memory of a Friend

There is no stronger bond than one between two friends who have grown up together. This bond withstands fights, self destructive habits, other peoples b.s., and arguments over ridiculous issues. Over time, this bond can either become stronger or it can lessen.

When I was younger, Mom would take me across town to go visit my grandmother. Next door to her lived a Military family who had just moved into Goldsboro. The family consisted of a mother and her two sons. I didn't know much about the family other than that the boys went to Wayne Christian, and the mother worked at the hospital. Well a couple years passed by and whenever I would visit my grandmother the boys would either wave or speak to me.

At the end of my freshman year at Charles B. Aycock, we decided that I would be transferring to Wayne Christian the following school year. On the first day of school people were friendly to me, espcecially the two boys who lived beside my Nana. I didn't talk much because I was shy being the new guy and all but they welcomed me in. The older brother, Dom, was a very big guy. He was the type of guy you would want to be on good terms with because if you weren't, he would scare the sh*t out of you. But the closer we became the more I found out that my friend Dom, was a gentle giant who would do anything for anyone. He was always there for me, and anyone else for that matter. Dom actually went so far as to help set me up with a pretty little girl who I became fond of at school. Thanks to his help, the girl and I dated for almost two years. While at Wayne Christian, Dom and I were mostly school buddies. But after I transferred yet again, we became closer outside of school.

Dom, Josh, and I, and sometimes Dante (the younger brother) hung out almost every weekend. We would hang out at Andys waiting for Dom to get off work then afterwards we would usually go chill out at Starbucks, or go watch a movie at Josh's house. Dom even went to a couple shows with me in Goldsboro and in Wilson even though it wasn't his type of music. When he was bored and I was out of school, he would sometimes call me and we would just watch tv at my house and talk. I could go on about the times we hung out before he moved to California but there are some memories I will keep to myself. Through Dom, I met some great new friends. It seemed as though Dom knew everyone in Goldsboro, and when I say this I'm not exaggerating.

Dom, Dante, Mrs. Katie, and her husband moved this past March to California. Dom and I still talked from time to time, but since he moved across the country, we didn't talk as much as we once did, and I regret it.

I only knew Dom for the past three or four years but in that time we became good friends. Dom was always a great friend to me and I really respected him. If you knew Dom you know about what a truely great friend he was. I don't think anyone can say a harsh word against him, because he was truley one of a kind.

We miss and love you buddy. You were taken from us far too soon. Dom was one of a kind, and he will never be forgotten or replaced.

I send out my prayers and my condolences to his friends and family. Especially to Mrs. Katie, and Dante, no one is able to understand the amount of pain you both are going through.

In memory of Dom Arthur.

Your Friend,
Allen

Its Gonna be a Lovely Day

Hello there,
Have you ever woken up knowing that it was going to be a good day? Well I did this morning. I woke up to the sound of my favorite Donavon Frankenreiter song called Lovely Day. I'm thinking it was a sign of the day to come. Getting out of bed the first thing I was was the sun shining through my window onto my guitar. For some reason this instantly made me happy. I picked it up and strummed it for a few minutes to motivate me for the day to come. Walking downstairs I was greeted by my dog Ginger. Now Ginger is very bipolar with her morning greetings. One day she will speak to you and the next she wont acknowledge your existence. This morning she greeted me at the foot of the stairs jumping up and down like excited dogs do. This was another indicator that my day was going to be great.

I have a daily routine to getting my day started. First I always take a long shower so that I can be fresh for the day. I follow up the shower with a LARGE bowl of cereal, or two. I then play with my dog for a few minutes to get her motivated for the day ahead of her because dogs need motivation too. Then I get dressed in a way which reflects my mood. Being in such a great mood today, I decided to wear my fresh white nikes (actually their polo but going with nikes sounded better), some fresh skinny jeans, and a brightly colored polo. Like I said before, my mood reflects my clothing choice. On days when I'm not feelin it or when I'm tired I'll bum in in some sweats and a t shirt. But either way my clothing reflects my mood.

Well another reason I'm in such a great mood today is because I leave to go to Europe tomorrow with one of my best good friends. So needless to say I'm looking forward to being shipped out of the country.

But as I left the house today everything seemed to be the way it was meant to be. A lady was out walking her dog and she threw her hand up at me as I walked to my car, which for some reason made me happy. As soon as I turned on the car some Panic at the Disco came on. That's when I knew there was no way my day could turn bad. Cruising around the metropolis that is Goldsboro, I thought to myself..."I'm feelin' it."

Now when I'm feelin' something I am greatly enjoying it. And I was feelin' today.

There was a chain of events that lead to my lovely day. I played guitar with a buddy, Dad made steaks, I threw the ball in the yard for my dog, I played some guitar on the deck, and I drove around with my windows down singing.

No one can tell you how to be happy, but you can find happiness in the simplest of things.

Believe that you are going to have a good day, chances are you will.
Surround yourself with happy people.
Read a good book.
Go for a walk.
Learn to play an instrament.
Listen to some Nora Jones.
Surround yourself with friends and family.
Be happy with what you have.
Reach out to someone you normally wouldn't.
Listen to some Daft Punk.
Be yourself.
Sit in the sun, it's good for the soul.
Listen to some Amos Lee, Donavon Frankenreiter, or some Paolo Nutini.
Hug a stranger.
Pray.
Sit back and relax.
Fist Pump Like a Champ!

Happiness is all around you, embrace it. Life is wonderful, so enjoy it.


I'm feelin' it.
-Allen

Crude Talk

It's weird I always have thoughts, proving the freethinking brain can finally travel. Brainstorms subjects that could write this blog for 20 more posts.

Then, immediately upon coming into 4th period and putting up my assigned books (Oh yeah, I'm a library assistant) I have to quickly think of ideas before the final bell rings.


So as I pan the area with my eyes and ears I have made obvious observations and noticed that I haven't taken the time to properly evaluate them.

"Fag" (n.)

to tire or weary by labor; exhaust

-Slang

derogatory term for a homosexual

I've just found my first target. The weird kids.
Walk into any setting where students, all shapes and sizes gather.

Now, look for a group that consists of,

-the boy who's never been kissed who still thinks the word "boobies" is still funny and feels like he's getting away with something every time he says it. Who's hands are awkwardly curled towards himself at all times, almost a defense mechanism.

-the girl who has a Slipknot shirt with parachute pants that look like if she jumped off the roof she would float safely to the Earth, but sadly it has so many chains it would drag her down faster. Actually as of right now has a dog collar on. Who's boyfriend is just the same, whom she cuddles with in between classes to the point where it's almost gross.

-the black kid who where's the hoodies that have large dragons/skulls/lightning bolts. Dirtied up Nike's that would resemble what they would have looked like after Jesus walked through the Lonesome Valley.

Now. While you're looking at this, be jealous. Have you ever seen these kids absolutely annihilate some one's character by talking about things that are most likely not even true? Ever seen them turn their back to someone in the form of a grudge on the silliest of reasons? In any other area you could vomit due to high levels of Toxic Drama Fumes (TDF's, Start using it).

And you'd need to go home and wash it off...cause it's sticky.

Based on you always.

James

Shiska

Quick question,
Have any of you ever felt as if you didn't know if you were REALLY hungry or REALLY thirsty? You weren't sure which one it was, so you make yourself a bowl of cereal because it can cure both issues. You soon find out that you were in fact only REALLY thirsty. So you just suck the milk off the spoon and then eat the cereal. Has that ever happened to you?

Me too. Just checking.

fubar (adj.)
-Slang.
not working; completely messed up; bungled; confused.
drunk beyond recognition.


Speaking of cereal, I have a girlfriend now.


If you haven't seen our previous blogs, they have been proven fact on how women react to certain emotional triggers.


-First, funny story. I am attached in the bond of dating with a female named, Hannah. We've been best friends for nearly 6 months, and in a non romantic way we made a decision, didn't ask, it was a decision to date.
It's been great to be quite honest, i enjoy her company anyway but now it seems better. I honestly encourage dating close friends, there's no awkwardness because you guys already know each other so there's no nerves stopping you from doing anything.
Only downfall, this also means they know exactly where your buttons are and can easily push em. But, we have already had our first drama encounter.

*Cue dramatic music while lightning bolts crash*

As you know, this blog is share between Allen and myself. He and I differ on women in many ways. One of the most serious, is distance. And recently he has been diggin on some chicks about a county and a half away.
He liked this girl for about 3 weeks and stopped talking to her for about 4 months. He messaged me on facebook a few days ago, saying....

"Dude, Hannah is calling me baby and playing all that old stuff again in our texts..."

So immediately I asked my girlfriend on what she'd been saying to Allen recently. She denied everything.
Allen came over last night and then corrected my received message...

"Dude, Hannah (Not my girlfriends last name) is calling me baby and playing all that old stuff again in our texts..."

Him and I getting with chicks with the same last name is only another sign of our common interest as best friends.

-Second, I have an ex-girlfriend. Name anything in this world and I will dislike her more than your purposed item. Like most women, she wasn't always this way. She used to be soft spoken, tender hearted and a generally likable person.
But with just the right wrong friends, she has become what she is.

Maybe she is still honest, and hasn't done any of the things I've heard, but because she associates herself with people who would do things of the nature of things that have been said, i can believe it.it's not just me that thinks this way.

I'm in my high school library, talking to a kid who has nothing in common with me by looks other than the same kind of genitals. Which, proven by fact, connects us because we think the exact same.

He has had a constant women in his life on and off for nearly 2 years. Recently, there has been rumor she has been impregnated by his love bud of life. He himself is not even sure if there is a "Mine Me" growing inside her but from the look on his face.....we're gonna hope not.

Inside, naturally, he confesses to have leftover feelings for the women, but due to actions made. Words said. He can only think down of her.

Thus proving that if you act a certain way, we cannot accept your flaws....we will use them against you as much as we can until you are apologetic for your bender in your disposition.

This is not because we are God's hateful species. The things you do will have the longest effects and put a 7th seal on our grudges.

Don't look surprised when you're the one being treated inferiorly.

Welcome to our world.

with sarcastic sunshine and flowers,
James

H8trs make me famous...

Why hello there,
Today I was sitting at home after a long tiresome day at the bustling high school that is WEMCHS. Now I was sitting in my thinking chair, some might would even call it my pondering chair, and I started to think of how the females (in teenage form) react in certain situations. The first situation that came to mind was conflict. Many female teens have started posting their feelings and whatever else is on their mind to this certain craze that is the Facebook. Now I'm quite sure if you have a teenage female on your friends list that you have seen posts similar to (depending on the types of girls on your friends list) :

"FTBS"
"I'm not gonna sweat you"
"You just a B****"
"Why does everyone think I'm a whore?"
"I know I'm hated, I get it."

And my favorite

"H8trs make me famous"

Whenever I see a post concerning "h8trs," I wonder what in God's green Earth could this poor girl have possibly done to deserve people hating her. Well after thinking on it for a while I noticed a trend. The girls who claimed to have "h8trs" were usually the girls who thought they were really something special. These girls are the ones who don't walk down the school halls, but strut instead. These girls were usually the more promiscuous ones as well (which would be the reason for people talking). I'm not saying every girl who struts may think she is whats up, because the strut could be a simple product of her swagger. But you can clearly distinguish which girls may see themselves as having haters. Whenever one of these girls hears that a person may or may have not said something about them she would automatically mark the person as a "h8tr."

The hated on girl then will do one of two things. The girl will either spread the word to her friends that there are "h8trs" lurking, because if you were to be "h8ting" on one girl in a group, you are "h8ting" them all. Or the girl will spread the word on the Facebook.

"H8trs make me famous."

This saying isn't only used by female teens but it can be found on shirts, license plates, shoes, chains, and just about anywhere you would want to post the saying.


If you were to ask me what I thought of the phrase I would say that it was common, and whoever the girl was that used it has less than desirable qualities. H8trs do not make you famous, just using the phrase make you seem like an idiot.


Keep it real.
-Allen

Assault with a Deadly Woman

Hello Minions.
This being mine and Allen's first blog, we were in mid conversation on women and how they are easily manipulated. So I decided it'd be a good first topic.
Now I'm not using "Ho" as a whorish term, I'm using it as a label for "those kinda girls". Once you read you'll catch my drift.

"Ho"
n. pl. hos
slang; A Prostitute.

Our good ol' buddy Webster has easily defined the term.
Now, Allen and I hang out on a spaced schedule, the last time he was over when it was just him and myself was almost a month ago. So we usually have plenty to catch up on. I will stand in the middle of my kitchen, and he will sit at my bar and we will converse.
We have come with easy ways to spot modern day dirty girls.....body and mind.


First. Presentation.
Steer far away from a "strut", this is where she will walk at a medium speed pace and her footsteps will land one right in front of the other. This will cause a raising of one cheek, then the next step she takes will lower that cheek while raising the opposite. She may say that she walks like that because "that's how I walk". Bull. You want me, a horny sexually tensioned, hormone raising teenager to be attracted and possibly aroused by the motions of your bootay.


Second. Status/Texting Styles/Common Phrases.
In a ho, you will notice things she says or how she communicates slightly different form the usual female. If you do not have a Facebook, get off this blog. If you do, you have most likely seen the following status'.

1. "Life has it's ups and downs"

2. "Live Life!"

3. "I don't need men"

4. "Enjoy the ride"

5. "People Change"

6. "S**t Happens"

7. "Song of love"

8. "God is Love"

Translations:

1. "I had a good reputation, this ended recently by my actions and am now trying to make myself feel better."

2. "Since i will succeed no where in life, other than as an RN after college is over, i might as well party now"

3. "I liked a guy who screwed me over so i do away with men completely....this week."

4. This is just too easy.

5. "I know i have!"

6. "This term helps me think that this decision will not affect my life, seeing as my friends have done the same things it should be OK"(Ho's travel in packs)

7. "You play me a song, we have sex"

8. (This one is touchy, but true) "I acted out this weekend but everyone will see i have changed my ways if i add a Christian aspect to my next 40 status updates"

Texting:

"K"

"mhmm"

"yeah"

"whatever"

"Stop it, I'm ugly"(Hoping to God for a compliment about her looks)
"I'll be there"(And bails....the term is "Flake")

OK, last thing. here's how a girl Allen and I describe as a "Good Girl" would speak apposed to a "Dirty Girl".

"I don't know why she doesn't like me" = "I hate her, I heard she...(Insert rumors or lies here)"

"Did she really say that about me?" = "I'll beat her tail!"

"Hanging with friends" = "Greeeennnvviiiiillleee this weekend!"

Sincerely,

James