Really enjoying the Christmas break. I slept till 12 today and 1:00 yesterday. It was a crappy semester and I'm glad it's over. Christmas was fun. When all three of us brothers are together, our maturity level drops about 10 years. Where was I . . . break. I start student teaching on the 9th. Not really looking forward to it, but I'll make the best of what there is, and push through to graduation. THEN, the trip. Very exciting. Peace out.

I just downloaded this journaler on my computer and it says I can send it straight to my blog.Thought I'd give it a test drive. It seems pretty cool. Today is Christmas, I had a pretty good one. Don't really know what else to write, so that's it for now.

countdown has commenced . . .

Getting ready for Christmas. Actually, I'm already ready for Christmas. Going to Savannah on Thursday. Mom's birthday is friday and we're going to take her on a horse-drawn carriage ride. I'm excited about spending Christmas in Savannah. We haven't done Christmas out of town in like 15 years. It'll be a good change. Feeling all around good. Had some depressing news a couple days ago. Not depressing for anyone but me really, good news for others. But I was expecting it, so it wasn't so bad. I only said a bad word on the inside. Not really excited about student teaching, but hey, it's something new and different so it will be a good change of pace. I just get all anxious in new situations. Just got off of work for Christmas, so that's good. And I get a free half pound of coffee to boot. Whoopdee doo. Anyway, I'll ramble some more later. Peace.

The day after . . .

. . . My birthday that is. I had a great birthday. Mom took me to Cracker Barrel. Got lots of calls from lots of friends. Had a date with Meg(see below). Watched Shawshank Redemption for the first time. Great movie. I'm being a lazy bum so far with my break, sleeping till noon and whatnot. I feel like I should do something with myself; read a book (actually, I am), learn a new skill, help an old lady cross the street, knit. I find I'd rather just be a bum and eat good food and drink good drink. Lots of things going through my mind, I don't know whether to put them here or not. I realize the purpose of these things can be multifunctional(yes I am using a semicolon twice in one post); as a journal, as an interest site, as a place where you can say whatever you want and rant and all that crap. I still haven't decided what mine is. I have some journal-like entries regarding school, but really, that's not deep thought James. I have a column I write for the web site of my church college group www.journeycollege.com , and there are deep thoughts there and things to chew on but I don't know. I feel like I've mislead you as the reader with the title of my blog. You're not really getting inside my brain, you're just getting the stuff that floats to the top. Maybe it's that you're not getting into my soul. I dont' know. I would like to put personal stuff on here, stuff that reveals my true self, but I'm scared. I don't know why though, the people that I do know that read this wouldn't pass judgment on me. Maybe it's that I mostly know who is reading it and that it would almost be like writing for a set group. I'll work on it. Meg and I were talking about tragedies in our lives. Her losing her brother and me losing my dad. We thought the same on alot of that and it was good to talk to somebody about Dad's death that knew kinda what I was going through. I never really talk about it much. It's not that I don't want to. I loved my dad and love talking about him and remembering him. It seems like the people that know about his death act all uncomfortable when I mention him. Not all the time, or all the people, but some. And they always get this sad look on their face when I do. I feel sorry for them, that they feel all uncomfortable. I dont' know weather they just feel sorry for me or don't know how to deal with it. I really don't know how some of my school friends found out. I didn't really tell people. Dad died the summer before I transferred to Auburn, and when I got there, I wasn't like "Hi I'm James, my dad just died". Neither did I hide it. Anybody who asked about my family I told, I wasn't embarrassed or anything. Dr. Powell knew after like the first week. I wondered if it would spread like a rumor mill and eventually get back to me or what. I don't know. Mrs. MacDonald's husband worked with my dad, so it wasn't like nobody knew at all. Jeff didn't find out till the end of that first sememster. I guess I just didn't want pity. I didn't want people to say "that kid's dad just died give him a break". I wanted to prove myself for who I was and my skills, not who my dad was or what happened to me. I don't know where I was going with all of this, but it does feel kinda good to get it all out, even if only four people are gonna read it.

So. . .

. . . I feel I should explain that last post. Not that I have to, because this is my blog, but I feel that you deserve to be let in on the fun. I had a challenge to write a song containing the word "misltetoe" that had nothiing to do with Christmas. That's where the song comes in. Just so you know, the song is not about anyone specific, though I know you will all speculate anyway despite the disclaimer. Had a wonderful date with April, we went to Red Lobster and then rented "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." It was fun, worth every penny. Have my date with Meg on Friday. It'll be fun, Friday is also my birthday. So that means present from mom (possibly) and lunch with mom. Present from Kurt, AND date with Meg. How could it get any better? I think I'm gonna go renew my drivers liscense (spelling?) today. This will be good because my current one is horrid. Got tip money from work today, that's a plus. Gonna go try to pick up a copy of my recital in a little bit, that will be good. Slept till 11:30 today, awesome. I got my vocal ped grade in, B. I know I should be happy, because I had been worried about passing at all, but still. It lowered my GPA. I went from the 3.9's to the 3.8's. I'm a failure at life. I still haven't gotten my choral tech grade in yet, so there is a possibility of the 3.9's returning, then I won't have to wear the hood of shame designated to those with 3.8's. For those of you who thought I was serious there in my last three or four sentences, I apoligize. If you could have seen my face, you would have seen the sarcasm. Anyway . . . wait, I might be able to fix that. Nope, another failure. I tried to put a picture of my sarcasm on here, but it didn't work. Going to build Gingerbread houses tonight. Will the fun never end? I doubt it . . .

the song

G C G D C
Didn't you know? Coudn't you read my thoughts?
Em D C
They're written in bold on my face.
G C D C G C D Em
My eyes, they adore you. My lips will implore you
G D C
to take a minute and think about how it could be.
Am G/B C
I want to sit in the rain with you and watch the drops
Am G/B C
slide down your beautiful face.
Am G/B C Am G/B C
I want to hold your hand and feel my heart slam against my chest
F C G
begging to be let out just for a glimpse of you.
G G/B C G
You make me so crazy I want to kiss you
G/B C D
underneath the mistletoe on the fourth of July.
G C G D C Am
Didn't you know? Couldn't you read my thoughts?
G/B C D G
In case you couldn't, this song's for you.

In the beginning . . .

Let there be blog. I've finally fallen victim to the blog rage, and I must say I feel pretty good about it. I can't say that I'm a terribly interesting person, though I might have a few suprises every now and then. And I must admit, this blog is as much for me as it is for you the reader. I hope to get all excess thoughts out of my brain so I can sleep at night without too much stuff doing jumping jacks in my head. This is it for now, more of a introduction than anything. Peace out.