My Xanga

“Hindsight is a beautiful thing.
When you can look back and see what patience and time can bring.”
– John Reuben

The Greatest Blog Of All Time isn’t my first trip into the world of writing. Specifically, writing on the Internet. Specifically, writing on the Internet for the purpose of having other people read it. Specifically, writing really stupid stuff for this purpose.

When I was finishing up high school/starting college, Xanga had reached the height of popularity. Naturally, it has gone the way of MySpace since then. Except worse. MySpace doesn’t get a spell check squiggly line underneath it. It’s recognized as an actual word. Xanga isn’t.

Poor Xanga.

And while my old Xanga hasn’t been touched in many years, I can’t find the heart to delete it. That’s because it serves as a sort of inadvertent diary. Looking back on how I was in 2005 is just fascinating. I love seeing how I’ve grown/changed/gotten worse since then.

I also love seeing this great photo:

Sometimes you just have to jump-kick your brother in the head

So that’s why every now and then, I take a trip back to see where I’ve come from. Here are the lessons I’ve learned from my old Xanga page: Continue reading “My Xanga”

Home Room

1st period. Right after, my class would go to Biology. I did alright in Biology. But that’s not the point. I wasn’t in Bio yet.

At 7:46 a.m., Central Standard Time, on September 11th, 2001, I was arriving at school.

At 8:03 a.m., I was in Home Room. Continue reading “Home Room”

The Motivation of Mercy

Hope you understand what I’m going through
Hope you understand when I call out for you
To vent

I remember nearly everything about the sermon.

It was preached on August 14, 2011 at the 11 o’clock service at my church. It was about the Last Supper, which was notable because you don’t often hear a sermon on that and it not be close to Easter. It was a beautiful sermon. One that impacted me. One that I was really excited to tell other people about afterwards.

I remember it, though, because I remember thinking to myself that my pastor seemed to be particularly emotionally motivated by it, and noticeably drained by it. Continue reading “The Motivation of Mercy”

My Best Friend Daniel

I apologize in advance for this post, kids.

Daniel Woods is a terrible person. Probably the worst. I’m not exaggerating. He’ll admit it.

I can get away with saying that. You can’t. It’s the same concept as being able to make fun of my home state because I live here and love it, but as soon as an outsider does the same, I’m throwing punches.

I can say it, because Daniel knows that I WILL throw those punches for his sake. He knows I’ve got his back at all times. He also knows that I think he’s the worst.

I had already planned a post about how awful Daniel Woods is. Then he told me that because his birthday is in August, he felt he deserved a post about him. This is the type of person he is.

So allow me to tell you about my best friend: the douche bag Daniel Woods. Continue reading “My Best Friend Daniel”