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I’ve taken a whole new outlook on my blog. If something isn’t worth posting, then I won’t post it.

I also think that news and informational stuff carries relevance, but my blog should be a sounding board for my creative energies as well. So, here goes, this is the first creative installment that I’m posting with Blogger.

It is a poem entitled “My cute little blog”

My cute little blog

is generated with an HTML generation engine online

or maybe not

since I don’t usually know what I’m talking about

But I do know this

birds can fly

fish can swim

humans can’t sing

and I’m a gum-chewer

I’ve often considered the weight

of my fingers

crushing the poor innocent silicon filaments

of the keyboard’s underlying circuitry

but then I realize that I DON’T CARE

and that silicon filaments don’t have feelings

not at least

in the same fashion as we humans do

Time has elapsed now

and I can’t get over it

only now I am scratching the worth

of everything I have

blogs are cute and little

the human mind is larger, yes

the whole of the earth is a tiny pinprick

in the fabric of a patch on the soul of man

-Joel Manahan

thanks.

Wow.

Wow with and H.

this has been time elapsed from beginning to beginning

this has been time synapsed into burst after burst

this has been time collapsed by boulder after twisting boulder

this has been my life, feathering out into many colored bands and dangit it hurts

So for the past few days I’ve been sequestered in a dark little room forced to face my failings and downfalls and stupid human traits again and again and again until it hurt so bad. Now reading the Problem of Pain, The Sacred Romance, The Return of the King, and many other good books. So, yeah, don’t let your heart go under guys. Shoving your heart out of the way can seem like a handy way to slip under the radar and keep from becoming tethered to anything… but you’ll suck your life away until you get so depressed and confused that you’ll seriously question the value of life and love and your own stinking words. Stick to the path of righteousness… but let the urgings of your heart do the leading… you’ll have tons of pain, garanteed. But the rewards are great.

Anyhow. I’m done ranting on. I’m going to Indianapolis this Friday, though. Godspeed Trevor Hardsmith.

Joel

Quigley Foonson

Trevor Hardsmith

Chloe Narfungle

April Fannywhacker

Nicholas Unger

William Canastaville

Red Tarnishedham

Vonda Gleeflay

Samuel Rockenbergerfursten

Sebastian Connifer

Gregory Plaxenturd

Frank Killapenny

this was just a sample of a list of names I think are funny. HAH!

Wow. What a day and a half. It has been so many hours since I popped out of bed like a dead grasshopper that I can’t seem to remember the last time I had a good shower. I feel like a smelly toad.

Well, let’s start at the end and end at the start, shall we?

Just an hour ago, I was at Taco B. with Mike and Heidi, we ate, we talked, we stared at various inanimate objects, and we made idle banter. Mike seemed kinda self-absorbed, which he has been for a couple of days now. I wonder what’s going on? He won’t SAY anything, he just seems to be mute all of the time. Heidi is tired, she’s had a long day just like I have, she needs to go to bed but she’s still up, working on a computer right next to mine. Silly girl 🙂

Before all of this happened I was at Youth Group. It was really great tonight, Mike and Jeremy and I performed the latest skit, and it was fairly well-recieved, we got some laughs and several kids told me they liked it a bunch. I dunno, I really didn’t feel as into it as I should have felt, probably mainly because I kept having to read off of the dang script and it was messing up my concentration of being in character.

Worship and the message which Justin Edwards gave were really good. Justin spoke about being active and alive in YG and applying ourselves with whole-hearted enthusiasm for the Word and the lost. It was convicting, especially since I was sooooo tired the whole time, and I was fighting to keep from getting too comfy on the couch which I was sitting on. It seemed to be calling out to me for me to sleeeeeeeeeppp. Afterwards I got some sugar and a little caffeine in me and I was right as rain.

Before all of this happened I had been writing the skit. I kinda got cut loose by Mike to write it on my own. He sent me an email with suggestions which I incorporated in my own words… so basically I wrote this week’s skit. It was fun, but lonely, lacking the really fun creative spark you get from being around another cool creative person and coming up with ideas together. I hope Mike starts to feel better, and I hope I can be a better stinking friend and actually call him up to do stuff. I never do that anymore… I feel like a chump nowadays because my time is taken up with all manner of things and I have to pick and choose which ones seem the most important to me at the time.

Well, before all of this I had been at Photography class, and nothing much happened there so we won’t talk about it, because all of my film got messed up and I’m kinda sensitive when it comes to discussing my negatives. Thankyou.

Anyhow, before all of THAT drivel happened I was with Heidi at Meijer getting my worthless film developed. I HATE MEIJER. Heidi drove my van around which was funny because she has no license and it is therefore illegal for her to drive anywhere in any vehicle.

Alrighty, before that I was eating at the Union with Heidi and I saw Mike and Kevin and Suckface Eldridge and Eric B. and we talked a bunch and Eric started to go on about Allen Ginsberg which I thought was interesting but I still don’t see what Eric finds so cool about the guy. I mean, he was a gay sicko who wrote lots of really cool stuff and really creative stuff, but I still don’t understand why he gives merit to someone’s work when it comes from a misguided mind in the first place? I dunno, I think I really really want to find and read Mere Christianity really badly right now. I need to get some good intellectual stuff in my head to chew on, I haven’t been reading lately and my ideas have gone to pot because I have no real solid backing for my arguments sometimes.

Well then, before all of this I was working at Panera. Work is work and that’s that.

Before all of that crap happened I rolled out of my bed and moaned, because I knew it was gonna be a long day.

Now Heidi is leaving for Cleveland with Eric tomorrow and it will be so much fun for her, I’m really excited that she’s getting to go. It’ll be good for her to get away and get her mind off of the stresses of school and all that jazz. Well, goodnight ladies and gents. Until the next time I write…

Joel signing and sighing off… ahhhh….

Don’t forget I’m here for you

No matter what your going through

Don’t forget I’ll be around

Even when your feeling down

But you don’t know how much I love you

And you don’t know how much I care

But you don’t seem to notice

I’ll always be there

Be there……….. No matter where

Those feelings that you feel are wrong

But where have all those feelings gone

I wish I could tell you why you have all this in your life

And there’s a time we find there’s something different in our minds

But don’t forget I’m here for every pain and every tear

Be Sure to go and check out Surviving Monday if you’re into the Emo Punk scene and want to know what kind of drivel they’re coming up with in Dayton, OH.

So, this is how my day went in essence:

Wake up at 9 AM, get ready for church, pick up Heidi and proceed to the House of the Lord.

Experience Church from 10 AM until noon, basically.

Ingest large amounts of food between 1 and 2 PM respectively, this is after reading ads from the Sunday paper.

Take a nap whilst watching SpiderMan the Movie from 2 to 4 PM.

Take Heidi to work at 5:30, go to Mike’s house and watch the Jets clobber the Chargers, go to Men’s Group from 7:30 PM to 9:30Pm, pick up Heidi afterwards and take her home, go and watch Princess Mononoke with Mike.

Whooooooo, what a trippy movie, and some of the best gosh darned animation you’ll ever see in a film in your lifetime buster brown.

‘K, I’m awfully tired now, and I believe that I have something important to do tomorrow- er… today, something dto do with “living a life” or something dumb like that. Later crimpy swong plongs.

Joel Soul Bowl Knoll Dole Troll Prole Scroll Foal Hole Goal Bull Vole Coal Mole Null Sole Shoal Pull Skull Stroll ‘ol Mull