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Name: Brian
Location: Kokomo, Indiana, United States
Birthday: 10/28/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: God, Cyndee ; ),LAUGHING, making people laugh, playing bass/electric/acoustic guitar, soccer, basketball, lifting weights, running, hangin' out with my freakin' awesome friends!
Expertise: Bass guitar, goalie skills, pronunciating words correctly, being able to quote any part of the movie "Dumb and Dumber"...
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  jelloeater8237
Yahoo:  jelloeater8237
Member Since:
5/28/2004
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| I don't know if anyone is still on xanga, but here it goes...
I've just been filled with sadness, and I'm not quite sure why. I've been listening to Wayne Watson and Ray Boltz, so I'm assuming I'm just missing my Dad. I'm trying to figure out what I'm goin' to do with my life. I feel that everything that I think I want to will be like how college has been... constantly changing majors and nothing ever coming of it. I want to do something with music, it's where I feel I'm supposed to be at, possibly something in worship.
I wrote lyrics to a song today, I'm pretty pleased with them so far, they have to do with either addictions or the lack of self-control, either way it speaks to me when I read it to myself. Now I just have to write some music to go with it (and maybe add another verse/bridge or whatnot.
I've been tryin' to get my mom to find Dad's journal so I can try to remember more about him, he's been gone comin' up to 15 years now, almost 2/3 of my life, that in itself is depressing. The big thing is probably that it's another big holiday, the whole family is goin' to be here, but it's never the same. I always feel that I need to be as much like him as I can, even though I forget a lot of the things he did, I have a general idea of who I want to be and I try to do everything that I can that I think would make him proud. I think I would like to make a personal journal that I can write daily happenings in (other than xanga, something I can actually remember to use).
Hope all is well for you, whoever is reading, I'll be fine.
Peace out and God Bless.
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| My hamster Lil' Bit died a couple hours ago, almost 2 years to the day after my other hamster Fluffy the Avenger died. I don't know why I always think to post on xanga when something bad happens to me, otherwise I never think to write on here. Just that time of the year I guess... God bless.
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| So I realize it's been forever since I've been on here... quick game of catch up... Went to Florida on spring break with Cyndee Wrote several song lyrics during one of my classes, it was boring and I never really paid attention, still passed though Celebrated one year anniversary of being married Got my associates in business administration in the spring Went to Alabama for July 4th week Car trouble strikes yet again, go figure... Brandon Bogue and I wrote our first song yesterday, it's rather humorous Going to driving school for UPS next week so I can finally become a driver No kids on the way, hopefully for a couple years I miss all my IWU people and old high school friends, haven't seen you in forever, hardly even talk anymore...  Well... if I feel the urge to start writin' in here again, you may see more from me in here, just always forget about it. Hope all is well with your world, whoever reads this, if anyone... peace out and God bless | | |
| Fluffy died on the 22nd, like I said, we kinda figured it would happen...  Christmas on the other hand was very nice, good food, good times. I've gotten to see a lot of people that live out of town, so that's been nice. Work has been stressful but fun up to this point, jumping with the drivers was very enjoyable. Still doesn't feel like we had Christmas... no snow and warm weather and all.... peace out and God bless | | |
| Fluffy the Avenger may have had a seisure, he can't open one of his eyes and he can't walk right, he may die soon... it's really sad cuz he was our favorite, Lil' Bit just poops and pees and stinks up the room... Cyndee and I went on a carriage ride down in Indy after eating at the Spaghetti Factory, it was good times, the horse's name was Tank, which I thought was cool. When we get a St. Bernard we're gonna name it Tank... | | |
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