11.27.2004
 

So heres what i think/my question: why does everybody that comes into contact with me have a self esteem problem? Or is it just everybody that has a self esteem problem? Howcome nobody feels good about how God created them? Howcome how they look is never good enough? Howcome they can't give themselves a fweakin break sometimes? Be nice to yourself. You're not perfect. I dunno how many girls I've talked to who aren't satisfied with who God made them. I have no idea where I'm going with this. Um...oh, right. Girls: you're made in God's image. Um.....ok, lost it. New subject:

Take off your fweakin masks!! Can I say it any clearerly? [pretty cool new word, huh?] Don't hide who you are! If somebody doesn't like who you really are, then thats something they can deal with. or something. I don't know. Don't be fake. Don't hide your emotions. That only makes you miserabler. Now going up to people you don't know well and telling them you live's problems prolly isn't the best plan, but talk to people who ask. If somebody asks how you are, don't give them crap answers! No more "I'm pretty good" or "nuthin much". NO! Give real answers! They asked, didn't they?! And if they act weird, then you know that you caught them not looking for a real conversation, just small talk. or something. I don't know. BE REAL. Can it get any clearer? No lies. [cause that's all those masks are anyways, just lies] But I hafta go to bed. I gotta get up early tomorrow. If you guys ever need to talk to somebody, about anything at all, email me. [daveakre@gmail.com] Or IM me. [daveakregotbored] Whatever. I'll prolly just point you to the smart guys [Giles, Grant, Tim] or tell you to take it up with the guy who can change stuff. Cause He can. Really.


posted by dave @ 9:38 PM


11.12.2004
 
So I'm getting impaitent here...
Yeah, today, our Durango was barely able to pull away from a Toyota Solara. I was upset. I can't wait to get my new car. That'll solve all my problems. Give it a good old tune up, put an underhood blower on, and done. 700hp. Let's see a stupid Toyota keep up with that. Stupid imports. Stupid Durango truck motor...all low end torque, no top end power. It can do a rolling burnout from like 15-20, but it still has no top end. It needs an exhaust and an underhood blower. Let's see...I math that to be around 475hp [out of an otherwise stock 360]. In a car like that, we'd need some sticky tires to keep them from spinning. I need a faster car, darnit. Stupid kids. And then, these kids had the nerve to block off all the parking spots behind the store where I work so they could park cars there for the stupid valet service. Last time I checked, you can't do that. Course, I've never checked, so maybe they can. Still, it made me mad cause they laughed at me as I drove past cause there were no spots open. grrr. I need not only a fast car, but a big scary truck. Something to make those little 16 year old kids afraid to tick off the driver of such a thing. You know, really big tires, really loud exhaust, tinted windows, deer-hitting bar on the front, gunrack in the back window, REAL bulletholes in the tailgate...none of those stupid sticker ones. Then I could just run over their stupid cones instead of having them laugh at me. Course I could also work my butt off and lift lots of weights to become big and intimidating, but that's too much work. In any case, I had my pride pricked tonight. I didn't like it. Stupid kids.


posted by dave @ 6:51 PM


11.11.2004
 
new news! [hence the name news]
Well, guess what me and ed did today. Put up a rock forum! yep. Come join and talk lots. And tell all your friends!

http://s3.invisionfree.com/hbc_rockers


And yes, it is open to Rock grads too.


posted by dave @ 7:56 PM


11.08.2004
 
When important stuff happens, I blog. You guessed it. I'm blogging.
So the Lord works in mysterious ways. I've actualy witnessed this firsthand. Tonight after college group, Alie and I were talking for quite a while. NO that was not mysterious. Gosh, you people. Anyway, we talked for a long time and it happened that we were the last ones there. Even after Grant. But Alie had left her purse and coat in the room. We weren't in the room. We got back to the room and they weren't there. Girls, what do you keep in your purses? That's right. Car keys, cell phones, money. Ok, so we stayed calm and thought about what to do. 'Course our first thought was that one of the leaders picked it up cause everybody was gone and somebody apparantly forgot it. Well, Alie thought Amber had an extra car key of hers, so we used what little change I had in a payphone to call her. At this point it's like 10:15. Alie starts talking to Amber and it turns out that she doesn't have the extra key anymore. But. Yes, a but. But, she knows where Alie's purse is. Amber happened to know that Luke had hidden Alie's purse in the computer desk cabinet dealie. Now let's think this through. How impossible would this have been had God's hand not been in it? Let's start at the begninning. 1. I could have emptied the change out of my pocket, or spent it earlier. 2. Amber could have been unreachable on the fone. 3. Amber could have not known about Luke's little gag. Then we'd been outta change and Alie'd be stuck. Or even worse, what if I had left without finding out Alie couldn't find her purse? She had no change or cellfone. She'da been stuck. 4. Luke could have remembered his prank and taken the purse out of the cabinet. 5. Alie's keys could have been in her coat pocket, which Luke didn't stick in that cabinet. Can all these things work right on their own? I think not. God had that planned for some reason or other. Yes, that might seem weird. But it worked didn't it? Alie's home safe. If you ask me, that's a real good answer to prayer. The first thing I did when I heard her purse was gone was pray. What?! It worked?! Who'da thunk it?! How big is our God?


posted by dave @ 12:34 AM


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