tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55364097896638716712024-03-04T21:08:15.192-07:00A dragon's scrollNo clue how to describe my life.Kyle Hendrickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13945844211862238513noreply@blogger.comBlogger266125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-20062949103125427262011-06-13T22:18:00.002-06:002011-06-13T22:20:34.788-06:00Don't expect another post here.I'm not going to post here any more. It's been a good long run, blogger, but I have a website now, and I'm going to use it.<br />http://scerythlabs.comX2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-80798884575186442872011-05-23T21:36:00.001-06:002011-05-23T21:36:05.584-06:00If you wrote your autobiography, what would the title be?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">"Breaking: Are you going to be a chicken or a phoenix from the ashes?"</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/JordanJ?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-55761220319607517052011-05-23T21:35:00.001-06:002011-05-23T21:35:41.754-06:00How are you? Do you miss me? Cause I don't miss me, cause I'm with me, and all the funny voices in my head. Do you have funny voices in your head? I get in arguments with them a lot. I've stopped talking to them, it has been a week since we've last talked<p class="formspringmeAnswer">...the strange thing is, most people would think you're nuts, but I'm pretty sure there are other voices inside your head other than your own. :P</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/JordanJ?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-19422879942386286042011-05-23T21:34:00.001-06:002011-05-23T21:34:43.956-06:00Are you planning on serving a mission?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Yep/</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/JordanJ?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-83229924654427696802011-05-21T14:17:00.001-06:002011-05-21T14:17:09.601-06:00what's your top 5 horror movies?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Who cares about top five, seeing you in the shower would scar anyone far more than a horror movie.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/JordanJ?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-41857278981361480542011-05-21T14:16:00.001-06:002011-05-21T14:16:42.254-06:00hello there have a nice day btw i just typed in a random name in the URL so yeah um but you're cool<p class="formspringmeAnswer">...uh, thanks.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/JordanJ?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-17142390954596177942011-05-08T18:52:00.000-06:002011-05-08T18:53:32.777-06:00Uh, okay, fail, Blogger?There's no way to edit the HTML/CSS of the actual blog anymore. Or, at least, I can't find the option. Annoying? Yes. I want to update it so it isn't halloween anymore. :PX2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-114537672485377322011-05-08T18:43:00.001-06:002011-05-08T18:52:29.770-06:00Shader<p><em>Another day, another time. Right now I need to focus. </em>Shader told himself, focusing on regulating his breathing to make it easier to hold his rifle stable. It had been nearly a week since he had seen any kind of life inside the old western church chapel he'd taken refuge inside. Nothing bigger than a rat.</p><br /><p><em>A rat would be a welcome change from this mindless monotony. </em>Shader thought inside his head, blinking sleep back. He pinched himself to make him stay awake, but his eyes drooped anyway. He saw something push into the room and fired his rifle out of reflex. It hit whatever was there, but even the noise from the weapon discharging couldn't keep Shader awake. His eyes drooped and he fell asleep.</p><br /><p> "Ouch," came a voice from somewhere nearby. Shader sat up instantly, looking around wildly. Judging by the daylight... he'd never fallen asleep. It was dusk, still.</p><br /><p> "Hello?" Shader whispered. He paused as something touched the bare skin of his right shoulder. He felt someone gently start to turn him around. He looked behind him and saw a girl a few years older than him with dark red hair and dark blue eyes looking at him. She was pretty, he noticed. Her shirt was dirty, but long in length and sleeves. It was a dark green color. Her pants were brown shorts that went to just above her knees.</p><br /><p> "Who're you!?" Shader asked, backing up. He felt his palm slide off of the edge of the ledge he had fallen asleep on and stopped moving. The girl raised an eyebrow and asked, "Were you the one that fired that gun?" and pointed to his sniper rifle lying beside her.</p><br /><p> "Yeah, what about it?" Shader asked, wishing he could back up more. His head was starting to swim again.</p><br /><p> "You hit me." She said. She winced and tapped her leg, which had a bandage around the edge of her thigh.</p><br /><p> "Oh no... I'm sorry." Shader said earnestly. "That wasn't my--I mean, I thought you were--"</p><br /><p>"I know. I should have figured someone else was in here." She said. She opened her bandage and took a look at the wound.</p><br /><p> "If I don't get something on it soon, it'll get infected." She muttered to herself.</p><br /><p> "I have some antiseptic." Shader offered. She looked up at him and saw two things in her eyes: hope and suspicion.</p><br /><p> "Do you really have some?" She asked. Shader nodded.</p><br /><p> "What should I call you?" She asked, suspicion still evident in her eyes.</p><br /><p> "Shader." He answered, with a slight smile. Some of her suspicion melted away.</p><br /><p> "I'm Sift."</p><br /><p> "Sift?" Shader asked. She nodded. "I'm good at finding things buried inside of other things. Although I usually sift through emotion and not physical piles." Sift admitted. Shader smiled a little bit more. He was starting to like Sift.</p><br /><p> "How long was I sleeping for?" Shader asked Sift. She looked at the light coming in from the broken rooftop opening to their right.</p><br /><p> "Almost exactly twenty-four hours ago. You slept like a rock. It wasn't easy to get up here, and it would've been a lot easier if you had been awake to help me." Sift said. Shader frowned.</p><br /><p> "I couldn't fight it anymore. I was too tired to think. The only reason I hit you with my gun was because I have trained a reflex thingy to fire whenever I see movement." Shader said.</p><br /><p> "Why?" Sift asked, raising an eyebrow.</p><br /><p> "In case someone comes in... usually I hit the head or chest, so you're lucky." Shader said, trying to sound impressive. Sift smiled, showing white teeth, and Shader grinned.</p>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-32693125867590512342011-05-02T19:02:00.002-06:002011-05-02T19:06:27.353-06:00Scaring myselfI'm having depressed thoughts again. This is unusual lately because this is day 82. I had them most like day 30+. Maybe these aren't withdrawal related, but natural. That'd be a bit of a relief. That would at least mean that I'm over the stupid withdrawal symptoms and on to normal...ness.<br /> Still. Not fun. *shrugs*X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-80816316331170510772011-04-27T21:31:00.002-06:002011-04-27T21:34:31.693-06:00*blinkblink*Er, okay, so here goes:<br /> Don't worship book series. Seriously, Harry Potter, Twilight, Wheel of Time, etc, they're still just books. Yeah, they may have some moral value, etc., but in the end they're probably not going to lead you to salvation, save your soul, and stuff like that. And especially Harry Potter and Twilight. Wheel of Time is FULL of Christian symbolism and such, but HP and Twitard? Yeah, there's some good stuff in HP, Twitard is just a good example of an abusive relationship (and a bunch of other creepy stuff), but in the end, it shouldn't be worshipped.<br /> It shouldn't be your heart, mind and soul.<br /> o_OX2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-25920801048313346082011-04-23T21:42:00.003-06:002011-04-23T21:48:05.082-06:00SometimesI really don't know myself. I know what I would DO in situations, but does that mean I know me?<br />This should be a fascinating thing. A discovery of a new person inside an old shell. But right now I'm finding that I'm shell-shocked to discover that a lot of me was in my addiction. I hate it. Now that it's gone/being removed, I'm finding that I really don't know myself. I don't know what's around my core. My core is connection. But what's the filing in-between that and the shell?<br /><br />On a random note, I truly do try not to care about my followers on buzz, twitter, etc., but since my core is connecting, and BEING CONNECTED to people, it's bothering me. Someone unfollows me on buzz and I wonder, "Did I say something wrong? Did I not reach out?"<br /> Twitter is slightly different. There are so many bots that mostly I don't care, but when my lists go from like 40 to 32 in a day, it's a bit of a downer. I shouldn't care. I try not to. But it still irks me a bit.X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-2208927566398802812011-04-22T10:56:00.001-06:002011-04-22T10:56:47.146-06:00HappyI’m happy. ALL THE TIME now. I love it. I love life right now. I’m amazed by God continually.<br /><br />:DX2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-27472183085459098222011-04-17T18:13:00.003-06:002011-04-17T18:32:22.203-06:00Writing; let's see if what comes out makes sense.Yep, so, I want to make a habit of writing my thoughts down and having them MAKE SENSE. This may be a challenge for me. I'm not entirely spaghetti-brained (A tv OH LOOK a remote OH LOOK buttons PRESS THE BUTTONS... basically) but I do have a tendency to get VERY off topic.<br /> I tend to gravitate towards lyrics. I, at my core, just want to connect to people. I'm figuring out what that means more and more, but if music is the language of the soul, then it makes sense that I gravitate towards songs and their messages. We're heavenly beings inside and earthly, mortal shell having a mortal experience, but at our core we're still beings of light, unless we give ourself to the Devil. Everyone has the light of Christ inside.<br /> So everyone has a soul.<br /> If everyone has a soul, and everyone's souls can connect with music, which is their language, then no wonder everyone likes music. I'm not exactly one to get around physically, but never have I met someone in person or virtually that dislikes all music. Rap, yes. Country, yes. Pop, yes. All music with all of its flavors and genres and etc? No. If I do, then I'm going to study this person intently, because I want to know what it is about them that makes them dislike music.<br /> And if said person doesn't like the language of souls, of spirits, do they also not like souls/spirits themselves?<br /> <br /> It's been said that I'm a very weird person. Well, honestly, I don't really care. I'm myself, that's good enough for God, that's good enough for those that love me, and while I'm always trying to improve, that's good enough for me as well.<br /> This begs the question, what of the people who aren't liked? If you attract things that have the same amount of light as you, or similar light, and you attract people who're nearly surviving with the lights out, what does that say about you? Your character? Your very being?<br /> Are you a creature of both worlds, of light and dark, or are you a creature of light living in a shadow?<br /> Was I that person? Back when I was still in the addiction?<br /> Nay. Every so often I would have a thought burst in that said "I should not be in this. I'm too good to do this."<br /> I dislike vanity. I really do. I want to be humble. I wish I was more humble.<br />Being humble, however, isn't being powerless. Meek is not weak. I'm not saying I'm overly powerful or extremely awesome because of that thought I had. I don't want to come across as vain, either.<br /> YET. I have the friends that I have, and we attract the same light that we have inside. I have <span style="font-style:italic;">extremely</span> powerful friends. Madi, Cameron, Kirsten, Hilton, Josh, Lacy... they're all <span style="font-style:italic;">powerful beyond measure.</span> And while I may not be quite to that level yet, I'm working at it. I apparently have some part of that inside of me, so yes, I am powerful. The part of me inside, the soul, broke out every so often and said "GET OUT OF THIS, I'M DYING IN HERE". A few minutes ago, I didn't see that. Now I do.<br /> I'm weird because I'm not afraid to be myself online. I'm usually a quiet, nonchalant, controlled person. Then you get me online and I say things like "ohyes" "I love you!" "YOU'RE AMAZING" and I write posts like this one and the one previous, and I'm an entirely different person, it seems like.<br /> If I have to be weird to be myself, so be it. Maybe your perception of weird or mine of normal is flawed in the first place. We are, after all, every one of us a child of God.<br /> <br /> Well, that made sense, hopefully, now if I could only figure out what my message was. Be yourself and don't apologize; if you're following God's commandments, if you're causing many more true smiles than tears, if you're lifting instead of dragging down, then it would seem to me that you're a good man or woman. <br />Be yourself - but be the you God meant you to be.X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-86877413129836832972011-04-14T18:49:00.004-06:002011-04-14T19:05:30.017-06:00Hmm.Sometimes I don't think I'm a leader at all. Other times, like now, I'm not sure. In tense situations, I don't see what needs to be done. I wait for someone else to point it out, and then if they need help, I do it. I'm a follower. It takes strength to be a follower. My dad is a bit of an example. He's not really a leader. He and mom, together, lead the family. I think that's how it should be. I'm not really sure on that point, either.<br /> I have goals. A big one is NaNoWriMo. Write 50k in a month, well, that was easy. It wasn't hard the first time, the second time, the time after that or last November. I have determination, but that's the only thing I have it for. Writing. The only reason I got out of my addiction was because a friend of mine basically shoved me into a program. I knew what I was doing was wrong, I knew about the program, but without him, I wouldn't have ever gotten into it unless someone led me to that point and shoved me in.<br /> And then sometimes I think I'm becoming a leader. It's weird. And it's not in the way I expected. It's not out of the computer most of the time... usually it's in gaming. I've noticed that when I start suggesting for people to do things, THEY FOLLOW on Combat Arms now. Maybe it's because I'm generally not a jerk online like 98% of the people my rank. I'm (hopefully) generally fun to be around.<br /> An example would be a Rattlesnake game. I told someone that there were three on top of the stairs and if they had an accurate gun (SCAR-L, M416-M417, G36E) they could get headshots and take them out quickly. Within thirty seconds, four of us were on top of the stairs and someone had gotten either a multi or an ultra kill (I can't remember which). After that, when we were in the box room, we were being boxed in (puny right? xD) and the opposing team was coming in. I said, "Someone sneak around and take them from behind while we hold them off" and someone actually did. The second-best player on the team (I don't remember his username, just that he had a skull mask, a tanker vest and used a G36E) did what I suggested and ended up getting a fantastic (w00t) and owned the opposing team. For the rest of that match, I made suggestions and someone followed through.<br /> That's one kind of leading. How about leading <span style="font-style:italic;">myself?</span><br /> I have strengths that I use to lead myself. Today's a massive battlefield for spiritual salvation. So many people are numb out there. I was one, and then after I broke (woke up), I started feeling, and I realized that I'm honorable. It was a VERY WEIRD REALIZATION FOR ME. I have a bit of a problem with self-loathing, but even in that state I realized that I'm honorable. Even Danny pointed it out. I said that I didn't want to go on my mission if I wasn't ready, and he said that I knew myself well enough to know my faults and if I really am ready or not. I was honorable to admit that I was not clean enough to go on my mission yet.<br /> I'm SO CLOSE to being ready. SO CLOSE! I'm working rapidly on being worthy to enter the Temple again. Something I've been looking forward to since I started doing Sons of Helaman.<br /> I'm leading myself to happiness. Since I was kinda shoved into Sons of Helaman, I've really been working at it. This is day 66, and I'm still rocking. I'm having mood battles, and they're still ruthless, but I'm having much more control over being happy or not. I'm grinning right now. :D I like being happy.<br /> So... I am a leader, then. Maybe not a leader of men... but a leader of a <span style="font-style:italic;">man.</span>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-43892811296005533832011-04-06T09:38:00.001-06:002011-04-06T09:38:24.313-06:00What do you think the world will be like in 50 years?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Hopefully a bit more filled with love, caring, and compassion than ours is today.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/JordanJ?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-37553967650373169502011-04-06T00:16:00.002-06:002011-04-06T00:18:26.390-06:00?What do you say when you don't know what you are anymore?<br />What do you do when you can't tell how you're feeling?<br />What do you think when you know you are not numb, but you aren't nonchalant either?<br />How do I move when I already am?<br />How do I love more when my heart's already full to bursting?<br />How do I survive through the mood battles more and more?X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-44437278298946013592011-04-05T11:19:00.001-06:002011-04-05T11:21:20.847-06:00Quotes from, er, well, me..."Love is bigger than anything, for love has no form. It simply is. It exists, it permeates everything, for it has no shape, and it is not limited in the physical. It is in itself a multiplicity of feelings, of words, thoughts, and actions in their purest form."<br /><br /><br />“Hugging: The ability to share deep, powerful emotions without saying anything. The act of loving without asking anything in return. The power to heal and the will to accept someone into your heart.”<br /><br />And one Madi said that I redid:<br /><br />”Love is unmeasurable. It cannot be stolen, nor bartered or traded. It cannot be bought nor sold, but only earned. If hoarded, it disappears - but it cannot be given too much, because it is as limitless as the hearts that contain it.” ~Madi Duggar<br />(I took her words and reworded it a bit, but it’s still totally hers.)<br /><br />She’s awesome, pretty much.<br /><br />Now I need to take on of Cameron's quotes and re-word it >_>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-19663973628855873102011-04-01T13:58:00.002-06:002011-04-01T14:07:00.407-06:00They scream 'Faceless' at meI'm not I'm not myself<br />Feel like I'm someone else<br />Rotten and faceless<br />So hollow hollow inside<br />A part of me is dead<br />Need you to live again<br />Can you replace this<br />I'm hollow hollow and faceless<br /><br /><br />I've said it before. But I know WHY they repeat it endlessly. I'm finding myself, FINALLY. Not the me of the past 5 years. The kid before that. The one that's waking up again. The one that says let's kick some ass in this spiritual war. The one that says BRING IT ON. The one that stood up for himself.<br /> Satan and his minions don't want that Jordan. They want the pathetic one, the idiot one that rationalized EVERYTHING that got him into the mess he was in. That ain't me anymore. Repentance is getting a whole new block of wood, I think this block of wood came with an upgraded package called 'backbone and brains'.<br /> I get inspiration, I get knowledge, I get GOING when I get ANGRY. Because then my mind forces itself to 'autocorrect' and it snaps back where it should be - the straight and narrow. I get angry, and I get smart.<br /> Satan's intent right now is simply to bring me down. That's all the mood battles do.<br /> Well, at Sons of Helaman, we have a little session where we basically ask, "What did you do to piss Satan off this week?"<br /> That's where I am right now. I'm sick of being trodden on, made fun of, mocked, cursed, and scorn inside of MY OWN HEAD by him.<br /><br />The line's been drawn. Turn it up a notch, I dare you.X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-58358504524349698152011-04-01T13:21:00.002-06:002011-04-01T13:27:55.727-06:00I wishI wish I was better at Lindy.<br />That I didn't forget my steps,<br />that I always remembered to lift.<br />I wish that I was a better friend.<br />That I truly knew exactly what they needed to hear,<br />and how to phrase it.<br />I wish these mood battles would go away.<br /><br />But none of it's gonna happen unless I act.<br /><br />“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan "press on" has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race”<br /><br />The ONLY thing that's going to get me better at Lindy is to pay closer attention, to focus more and more on being able to make my mind control my body, instead of the other way around. The only way I'm going to be a better friend is if I become a better follower of Christ.<br /><br />And the only way to survive a mood battle is pray.X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-40449206768338975872011-03-31T07:22:00.003-06:002011-03-31T07:26:16.822-06:00Reversing the negative<meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">And this is how it feels when I ignore the words you spoke to me.
<br />And this is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you.
<br />And this is who I am when, when I don't know myself anymore.
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<br />And this is how I break apart when I _finally_ hit the ground.
<br />And this is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain.
<br />And this is how I disappear when I throw myself away...</span></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">
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<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And this is how it feels when I keep the words you spoke to me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And this is where I find myself as I walk beside you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And this is who I am when I discover myself again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And this is what I choose when it's all left up to me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And this is how it looks when I am standing beside you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And this is how I heal myself when I finally stand up off the ground.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And this is how it feels when I am no longer broken.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And this is how I live when I learn to love myself...</span></span></div>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-1522397304675349032011-03-26T19:39:00.001-06:002011-03-26T19:39:13.596-06:00Mewd Battlez<div>I'm not I'm not myself</div><div>Feel like I'm someone else</div><div>Rotten and faceless</div><div>So hollow hollow inside</div><div>A part of me is dead</div><div>Need you to live again</div><div>Can you replace this</div><div>I'm hollow hollow and faceless</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm faceless</div><div>I'm hollow and faceless</div><div>Faceless</div><div>Faceless</div><div><br /></div><div>I haven't had one today, but that's what I feel like during a mood battle.</div>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-85648504982631039782011-03-26T18:17:00.001-06:002011-03-26T18:17:17.568-06:00Do you believe in ghosts? Why or why not?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Ghosts... or spirits?</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/JordanJ?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-40284851043164558172011-03-19T12:02:00.001-06:002011-03-19T12:02:21.915-06:00Are you better at using your brain or your brawn?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Brain... I hope lol</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/JordanJ?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-59424790817944749302011-03-18T22:51:00.003-06:002011-03-18T23:07:07.355-06:00GratefulThere's so much to be grateful for. I wasn't feeling it a few minutes ago, and then I reminded myself.<br />I have a house.<br />I have a house... with <span style="font-style:italic;">carpet</span>.<br />I have a house with a heater.<div>I have electricity.</div><div>I have a loving family.</div><div>Of 9. And I trust them all.</div><div>My friends are spiritual <i>giants</i>.</div><div>My friends have great senses of humor.</div><div>My friends love me, and I love them back without conditions.</div><div>My friends believe in the same principles I do.</div><div>Music.</div><div>Belief.</div><div>Love.</div><div>Family.</div><div>Virtue.</div><div>Honor.</div><div>Morality.</div><div>I'm grateful for those qualities.</div><div>I'm grateful for being here. </div><div>I'm grateful for friends that stand by my side when I need them and are there even when I don't feel like I do.</div><div>I'm grateful for my clothes.</div><div>I'm grateful for my mentors.</div><div>For faith.</div><div>For knowledge.</div><div>For tolerance.</div><div>For temperance.</div><div>For God, above all; without Him, none of us would be here in the first place.</div><div>For scriptures.</div><div>For Hymns.</div><div>For my generation.<br />For feelings.</div><div>For height.</div><div>For color.</div><div>For bodies.</div><div>For tools.</div><div>For sound.</div><div>For <b><i>life.</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><i>What are you grateful for?</i></div>X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536409789663871671.post-83301419627557957382011-03-18T20:26:00.001-06:002011-03-18T20:34:40.935-06:00Fight inside and Death of Me by RedCombine them.<br />You get what I was feeling like earlier today. I honestly thought that beating this addiction was going to kill me. I wasn't in physical pain, but the emotions sucked.X2http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732600750072374058noreply@blogger.com0