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Saturday, May 10, 2003
ack. i'm feeling kinda pretty sick. i'm starting to cough my brains out ... so. it's good to be home. after programming basically all weekend, it's nice to come home and chill, if only for one evening. oh yeah, i've given up on my cs project. i'm pretty sure that i can't realistically finish it ... oh well. and i spent so much time on it, too ... that's life, eh? anyway, it was nice going home 'cuz my parents were very encouraging about my cs project. they just told me to try my best and if i can't do it then it's okay with them ... then we went to tapEx and I got chrispy (that's how they spell it) chicken lvl 2 with a green apple snow bubble. mmmm ... almost made these past few weeks of torturous programming worthwhile ... almost. one week of school ... one week of school ... count down. it will be sad saying goodbye to all my new friends, but it will be nice having a break from all of this poo-poo. maybe i'll have time to finally use the staff paper Christine gave me and write some music ... i've been wanting to do that lately ... i don't realize how much i miss playing the piano until i come home and just sit at the piano for an hour. so much fun! okay, sorry for the long post ... it's been a rough week. you're standing in you're grave. -bj 
faith. we often think that faith gets us into heaven. we think that we are saved because we have faith. that's not the case. we are saved because of grace. were it not for God's grace, our faith would be pointless. were it not for God's love and kindness in sending Jesus down to earth to make a way for us to be saved, we could have all the faith in the world and it would still do us nothing. For it is by grace that we are saved through faith, not of ourselves, but it is the gift of God through Jesus Christ. We are saved THROUGH faith. There's a difference. If we were saved by faith, then, in a sense we are earning our salvation. If we are saved by faith, we are doing something on our own. Salvation is offered because of God's grace. Grace, grace God's grace Grace that can pardon and cleanse within Grace, grace God's grace Grace that is greater than all my sin my name is neo -bj
Friday, May 09, 2003
joe is a super r.a. he busted those stupid bowlesmen stealing bread and throwing food at each other. i'm telling you, bowlesmen are stupid. really. workin' for the man every night and day -bj
programming hurts my head. i so hope i'll finish by this saturday ... ack ... or else i'll have to be working up until the deadline on sunday at 12 midnight ... ack. so ... i'll be in my room programming all friday and all saturday and most likely all sunday. (woohoo.) all amounts to nothing -bj
Thursday, May 08, 2003
kenny is cool. i was clicking my heels (jumping and clicking my heels in the air) in front of the dc. whereas michael and stephen would be embarassed, kenny clicked along with me. :-D mmm ... fudge brownies. fudge. with flour. -bj
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
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Now just the other day I overheard a flower talking to the sky He said you know that I would be nothing without You, oh, oh He said you give me rain, you give the sun a place to shine You’re everything that my whole existence comes down to, oh, oh And then the flower started singing a song Before I knew it I was singing along And we sang… This is my declaration of dependence This is my declaration of my need This is my declaration of dependence On the one who gave His life to me Now, let me say that I’m the kind of guy who wants to do it all myself Don’t want to ask for help, don’t like to stop for directions, oh, oh But in reality I’m nothing on my own It’s by God’s grace alone that I can make this confession All that I am and all I’m hoping to be Is all and only what He’s given to me So I say… And I know this is how my life was meant to be I was made for this dependency On the one who has created me So I’ll sing my declaration song For the one I am depending on And I hope you’ll sing along we the people of the United States -bj
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
The Spider & The Fly This poem was written by Mary Howitt "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly; "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there." "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high. Well you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!" "Oh no, no," said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!" Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please to take a slice? "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be: I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!" "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf; If you'd step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say, And, bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day." The spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again: So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly, And set his table ready to dine upon the fly; Then came out to his door again and merrily did sing: "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!" Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer grew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue, Thinking only of her crested head. Poor, foolish thing! at last Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast; He dragged her up his winding stair, into the dismal den - Within his little parlor - but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counselor close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the spider and the fly. twinkle, twinkle, little star. -bj
Monday, May 05, 2003
so. this week. (*sigh*) cs homework. math homework. physics homework. cs project. then i'm free. tomorrow we'll discover what our God in heaven has in store one more dawn one more day one day more! (errr ... one week more in my case) -bj
I WANT THIS CD! 
he sounds like a mix of john mayer and jack johnson - two of my favorite artists! WOWEEEE! john, jack, jason ... wow. i see a pattern. your name has to start with a j to be a good musician. haha. bryan JEFFREY. -bj
Sunday, May 04, 2003
so ... victor beat me in yugioh cards ... the first time he's EVER beaten me at any sort of game ... it will also be the last i am the gaming master of the world. New: Make your Blog*Spot site ad-free, host images, and more with Blog*Spot Plus. -bj
peeps disgust me. 
DIE STUPID PEEPS! my RA gave me this website . It's pretty funny - especially their studies on how smoking and alcohol affect peeps. Stupid little peeps. 
see? smoking is bad for humans AND peeps. while life goes around him everywhere, he's playing solitaire. -bj
I remember applying to the berkeley honors program during our junior? year. i went to vir's site and saw the our bitter honors program rejection poems. here was mine: I hate you Berkeley! I think you're mean! You dashed a poor child's Hopes and dreams! You gave me false hope When there really was none My application was rejected Before it was done. You gave no encouragement When you sent back my check You made my blood rush From my head to my neck! You make me so angry I feel I could burst With the check you sent back I'll pay for my hearse. And, then who'll be sorry? Oh, certainly not YOU You'd spit on my grave Berkeley, you're so cruel... And if, somehow, I live To see next year I won't apply to Berkeley Don't worry, don't fear I'll get into Stanford A much better school I won't have to worry 'Bout seeing you fools! and look where i am now. hmmm ... some sick joke, i think. take my hand and walk -bj
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