Some open questions to some of my friends:

J-Broc, J-Breeze, Juice, or Brice: When exactly is that leadership conference thing? i cant remember even though Mick called me and told me. I'm planning on leaving a few days before that. Oh and whats your livejournal address? or link? cuz i can't find it n stuff.

Andy: Do you have an email address that you check? cuz i definitly sent you an email to be read with your eyes n such. Much love.

The Preacher is absolutlly unstoppable.

He posted an article about charismatic Christians that needs to be read.

www.RealLivePreacher.com

(The Preacher does happen to swear occationally, while I don't reccomend swearing, It usually does not subtract from his messages, and to be honest, if my pastor has a problem with swearing, I would really like to know, rather than have him cover it up.)

(anyways check out the freaking site its earth shattering and every other great adjective that Paul Ganguly throws around like whatever)

To answer Andy's question, I commited a horrible sin today, and placed myself and many others in danger, perhaps causing your half of the heart to itch so bad. The sin was simple... I Tom Lake performed, and subsequently desecrated, the most sacred of suburban rituals. I drove a riding lawn mower, mowed my uncles entire lawn, and the back feild, while waving to neighbors and passerbys. I feel horrible about it. At the time it seemed so right but now it stings and stinks of sin.

im going to go shower.

An open, private letter to some of my friends

Jim: try not to suck.
Jeff: (black ver.) tie a knot in it. (kidding, i miss you dog.)
Jeff: (new brighter white ver.) Think of me when you write your first hip-hop mandolin song entitled "the stomp of western europe meets the tough part of the turkey leg".
Andy: my broken half of a heart is fading. and with it, my memories of you. Go to the bookstore for me, and for goodness sake just look at lakeshore for me if you go by there.
Sean: the first part of my letter to Andy will be the title of a new song. think about it. now sing it passionately. there it is.
Kate: I'm going to go camping in Iowa later this month. How could I not think of you, running into a golf store, seemingly stoned out your mind, yelling IM FROM IOWA!?!?!
Em: please go to lakeshore and tell the Decemberists new Ep "The Tain" that I will be back sometime later this month to purchase it with zeal. Please?
Paul: see my days are cold without you... and im hurting by and by, and i just cant seem to find my way back to you again. (the september equation cd is pretty good. its kind of like quirky, glitchy, skipping electronic micro-music. Nothing like Sufjan Stevens "enjoy your rabbit" junk which has been bumping here for a while... but still.)

Dear paul/emily/kate/andy: could ya'll post a comment and give me your addresses so I could send you guys some letters? that'd be swell. Look forward to hearing from all of youse. [not neccisarily limited to the friends mentioned above]

Hey you all.

I have totally, extremely made it to Rockford.
There are giant department stores and farms here.
almost back to back.
its crazy.
mad I tell you.
the locals have strange tastes in food, and humour.
But sweet mother do they drink good coffee.
i mean. this stuff is jamming.
so yea, i'll probably email you guys individually later, when i get this whole AOL thing worked out. and am not lazy.
stay tuned for day 2...

"the one that came after the first...."