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Currently Listening The Beatles 1 By The Beatles Hey Jude see related

2,3,4,4.5 coffees...
see how coffee can instantly become confess? haha

2nd Cup...
So today was another day of work. But before work I've decide to hunt down that beanie; skull cap; touque or watever you'd like to call it as. And guess what I found it 'woot' @ boathouse; was pretty cheap too 20 bucks. Yahhh for those that know me i'm into this brown/green statement going on. Also was walking around SportChek and bumped into a friend; thus somewhat pushed myself to spend my gift card haha - thus another brown item emerges. Oi! how can I? I've got to learn to stop. But should watch what I spend. Well only till the end of October I stated to myself - hold me accountable friends out there - gotta stay away from that store on Queen street - Groovy.

3rd Cup
Work is getting tough... really tough... closing today just really made me feel extremely exhausted. Ask Gabe; he saw how trashy I looked. Probably train wreck was more like it. But I must say it was nice; fellowship is always nice. Problem is I'd be missing a whole lot of it just because of work. Somewhat upset about that; really am. I love colluni; its the birth of my spiritual growth in a sense. Always feel homey there; literal sense.
Someone brought up Passion Concert. YES PASSION CONCERT ON NOV.22 - CHRIST TOMLIN AND DAVID CROWDER AMONGST THE PERFORMERS... come one come all... it'd be a chance to experience Urbana before Urbana - in a sense.

4th Cup
I suppose this should be considered at work too but blah watever. Holy crapy I drink so much coffee daily. Its getting worse and worse too. Respectively... I dunno maybe coffee and active imagination and too much going on in my mind is slowly driving me insane. My random thoughts; struggles to make a coherent idea. I sit in front of my comp; exhausted but still manage to xanga. Its almost a sense of relief; relaxation. Some random thought; my friend (best friend) got me a harnest for my djembe haha he's the best man - he also got me jamaican cookbook and jamaican spices - no one can top that can they?; so I just have sleeping problems now, last nite I slept at 4 because I couldn't sleep and look at the time tonight its 2:30 and I'm slowly waking up... at the restaurant I was going to pass out but look at me now. I sohuld sleep; my daily schedule is so messed up; another day another topic... chatting w/ friends after fellowship was nice; nice to see Dave and Gabe.

4.5 Cup
Strangely I have the worse timing for artistic inspiration. This is werid to share but I'll do it anyways just because I'm like taht. I always have some crazy inspiration of poetry and writing when I'm walking around, listening to something or even in the shower. I was sharing w/ someone that I usually get these crazy response when I listen on to an inspirational song, poetry or sermon or lecture. But b/c I'm walking somewhere I never write it down thus I forget and its all lost. Or I'd be in the shower and sudden awesome thought will hit me and I'll be blown away but right after the thought; it dissipates and that's that... so tragic... oh so tragic

Woe oh words that escape my head. Wherefore you must live at times most irrelevant to my biddings. As I lay on my bed sleeping; as I shower before work; a stroll through the downtown core; or to my car. Oh why must it struck me at these times? Must I suffer for my inability to remember? Must I deter my abilities because of such weaknesses...

4.5 cup is the cold 'yeen yeurn' @ Kenny's

1 Coffee Morning

1st Cup of Joe
So I guess this is the first cup. Ice cold coffee left from yesterday's brew - wait I mean two days. I dunno just can't sleep. Feel so awake and yet haven't done anything. I'm just thinking too much I guess. I really should get some sleep. Need to finish my project tommorow and get cracking on my analysis project too. Long weekend ahead. I really need the rest and the work done. Speaks...

Currently Reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Penguin Classics) By James Joyce, Seamus Deane see related

3 Coffees today

So I've decided to do something different. maybe the dept of my 'confessions' should correspond to the amount of coffee intake per-day. Although my post are probably nothing to do w/ coffee but hey wif a title like mine - I should use it for some purpose.

1st coffee of the day
Wow today was exciting in Biblical reading - began w/ just reading Jonah but then continue on and finish Micah. Very interesting books. Especially Jonah - something about 'someone' not listening to God then getting swallow by a whale will wake you up in the morning. I dunno part of me is the fact that can it be considered running away if you don't even hear God? what if you missed it or something? what will happen? would you still be swallowed by a whale or not? I'm not a whole lot sure. I feel like obeying is one thing but listening is another. There is a whole lot of interesting things in Jonah and Micah w/ regards to repenting and listening to God.

2nd coffee of the day
Must say today at work was interesting; working w/ Allie (or Ally) once again. And wow we had our thurs/fri crew once more since the longest times. I must say it was fun haha well somewhat. Me and Milton went to lunch at FMP; he got some lamb strew sort of thing (chinese style) - ha to mine and his own surprise he didn't like it at all. Today was just filled w/ people in and out of store and w/ a lot of associates at hand too - hope we had a good day.
Also someone made a comment that I don't work well w/ 'strong woman' - hmmm I dunno. I guess I somewhat agree w/ that statement in a sense. I guess its not so much w/ working with or compatible w/ but its more so just... I dunno... maybe its the fact that the so called 'strong woman' don't understand me. not at all. well I guess what am I to do right? I dunno guessing thats the sentiment that I have to go w/. Ha how am I werid to agree w/ such a harsh statement eh? but I guess the truth is the truth... many strange things...

3rd cup of coffee
So from a home blend to 'yeen yeurn' to starbucks (red eye). Shift from topic to topic...

"why does my heart cringe as if it strucken by stones flung from a sling shot? i, lost of words, lost of actions, lost of control of mind and thought; realizing nothing and yet something brews about. i dare not say a word to my soul to my heart; to share with discontent even so. where, oh where do i begin to start? how or why should i even to lament? woe... to my deep down depressed soul; subverged into the sentiments that lies before me; woe to the weakness of me who firms the self in weaken times; woe... to my weak heart at hand; so frail and fragile, a crystal in disguise; woe to my disguise or disgust or disillusionment... gimmer of spirit of hope; sprinkle the silver dust. revere so such thoughts of deep state of unconcious insecurity and desires; reserve those deep sentiments of pain; rely oh spirit upon you; rely rely rely... your silence keeps me at peace; yet your words trembles before my souls... rely... rely... rely... listen... listen... listen..." (anoynomous)