how great is our god

ok, so i'm not actually listening to 'how great is our god'. i'm playing it on guitar.

bumming around my brothers place at the moment waiting to meet people downtown. took care of all the chinese visa stuff finally today, i hope it all goes smoothly.

currently blogging on my brothers new 15" powerbook g4. it's so nice! it's totally quiet, i can't hear a thing, and it doesn't seem to suffer from the memory spikes that my IBM has been having as of late whenever i start typing stuff. strange.....i wonder whats causing it. also, i wish i had ilife.....such a fun little suite of software. this one button mouse thing is really stupid though. in all my experience with macs, i just don't get it. it's like the j-gate in jaguars. signature isn't always a good thing.

so i got into toronto around 2am last night, finally having left london for the last time as a resident. hence forth, all trips will be visits, and not returns. what is it they say? there's no going back? good times. many thoughts swirl around my little head as i think of my time at UWO, but i doubt they would fit in one blog.

it's such a nice day today. after a really wet and grey week, it's nice to see the sun make a cameo. despite the franticness and fatigue of moving out and the busyness of prepping for the trip, i'm reminded of how blessed i really am. its no coincidence this tomlin song has sooo been stuck in my head as of late.

was listening to the radio today and the dj quoted a study saying that 90% of people fake a cell phone conversation at least once a month. can that possibly be right?? i don't think i've ever faked a cell phone conversation in my life -- although i can think of times i wish i had.....

close

i wrote this earlier today, but blogger was down this afternoon.

stripping your room bare brings to the surface a very distinct type of nostalgia.

sitting down and looking after each step, with every piece of sentiment and every memory packed into a box or bag, one can't help but wonder what's next, and fondly look back at what has been.

this room has been mine for two years, but it feels like so much longer. even further seem the two years prior, with first year but a mere echo in the recess of my mind -- discernable, but wispy.

i feel.....sad. as i reflect on the reality of the situation, this moment that i've been striving towards for so long, i'm reminded of the importance of the journey.

maybe i'm odd, but i'm one of those people that save every little thing that is ever given to me. every card, every note, every little scrap paper that someone writes to me, i save for some reason. i can't describe why i hold on to these things , but every so often i just look through these symbols of love and caring and am reminded of how lucky i am.

as much as i sometimes wonder and worry about the future, just looking at how bursting at the seams my grab-bag of thoughtfulness is, i know that God will continue to bless me well beyond my feeble expectations and cynicism. i'm reminded of my favourite bible verse in this poignant moment.

23Another time, Elisha was on his way to Bethel and some little kids came out from the town and taunted him, "What's up, old baldhead! Out of our way, skinhead!"

24 Elisha turned, took one look at them, and cursed them in the name of GOD. Two bears charged out of the underbrush and knocked them about, ripping them limb from limb--forty-two children in all!

25Elisha went on to Mount Carmel, and then returned to Samaria.

- 2 Kings 2:23-25 (The Message)

i already wrote one of these sappy end of year blogs last week when i ended class. i forsee yet another one when i move out my furniture next week.

the roller coaster of emotions continues. don't you just love that bible verse? who says God doesn't have a sense of humour? (and don't just look at the platypus)

and now, for hot pot!

all the trees of the field will clap their hands

i want to learn to play the banjo.

in other news, the process of slowly moving out of london has begun. it feels funny thinking i'll never live there again. i think. but at the same time there's a nostalgic sense of closure that i'm moving on to other things.

who wants some furniture? i have a bookshelf, some shelving units, plastic drawers, all that kind of neat stuff. i haven't started sifting through the piles of misc. collected items stashed in the various corners of my room, but i'm sure i'll unearth some gems.

the next few weeks will be split between london and toronto, kicking it in the forrest city, and getting errands accomplished in toronto. busy busy i guess, but all with an air of satisfaction and anticipation about it.

now....who wants trucker hats?

sentiments vs syllables

Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.

~ Groucho Marx

and so it ends. i just finished my last class here at the university of western ontario. what a bittersweet experience this graduation business is proving to be.

for so long i have wanted out. no more classes, no more books....no more teachers dirty looks.

and yet here i am, almost wishing i could start all over again from square one. that i could redo my mistakes, and relive my elation. so much has happened in my four years here. i can't say i'm nearly the same person walking away from here as i was walking in.

God has blessed me so much, and given me such great friends and a wonderful fellowship. I feel like my eyes have been opened to life, and where i fit into things. That assurance is so invaluable. I know that i'll be moving on, but i recognize that i might not ever have the luxury this situation affords....for the rest of my life. absolute freedom, learning on my own, forcing myself to grow, great friends who are around all day every day and accessible 24/7.

so to all who've put up with me, and all who've helped me through the tougher times, and everyone i've met here -- thanks.

man, i'm writing a grad comment for my imaginary yearbook. i'm such a loser.

i want to know your plans

i've waited so long for this day.

our first steps towards building a gundam

mmm....side mounted gattling guns...

now everyone knows what i want for christmas:



a land walker.

the heavens

wouldn't life be more fun if everything had a live studio audience?

"i slept in for class"
"well, at least it wasn't MONEY class!"

*audience laughs*

wait...that's not funny.

dammit, i'm gonna go eat hotdogs.






*audience laughs*