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Pepsi is the devil's cup of tea

I drank some vanilla pepsi last week, it tasted like dirt and I'm speaking very literally when I say that.

Have you ever tasted dirt?!

Next topic, I'm going paintballing this saturday with about 10 other guys.. its only 10$ to get in... but um.. paint costs 50$... nice irony there..

Nate -- leader of my multimedia ministry and "immortal", our paintball team in-the-works -- let me borrow a motorized hopper and a barrel... these things are childs toys compared to the stuff he uses.. but its still dearly needed for my gun, my sweet sweet little gun.

He suggested I change the two 9-volt batteries in it. In fact, I took the liberty of not only changing the batteries, but also to wipe off the hopper inside and out, and to replace the spring on the door. After that I washed, squeegeed, and swabbed the barrel. But it was too late to test these two goodies. Mark my words: tomarrow is firing-range day in the godoy backyard.

Giving something back cleaner than you got it is usually a good policy.. who knows, he might see my token effort and let me borrow some other goodies in the future ;)

What else, mexicans are more likey to steal, my middle name is samuel and I'm *still* homeschooled... I think that covers everthing.

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I'm also having some interesting developments coming soon with my writings, www.poetry.com has me in the semi-finals of a poetry contest, while I imagine its nothing THAT hard, its still interesting.

The other thing is, Teen Talent. I dont know what its all about, I'm pretty new to it, but its some kind of christian contest.. I obviously entered into the poetry division. Judging by the over-drawn directions on TO WRITE A POEM I'm guessing that the competition is going to be slim, just like me.

On the matter of over-analyzing poetry, I'm going to quote the western wind by John Frederick Nims

This is the equation stated: "Human experience begins when the senses give us IMAGES of ourself or of the world outside. These images arouse EMOTIONS, which (with thier images) we express in WORDS, which are physically produced and have SOUND, which comes to our ear riding the air on waves of RHYTHM. The whole process, from the beginning, is fostered and overseen by an organizing MIND, acting with the common sense of our everyday life, even when dealing with the uncommon sense of dreams or visions."

Thats also the process of a poem becoming a poem. Spontaneity is key.

Anyways, I'm going to try to coordinate my sleeping schedule, because I have to wake up at 5:15am on saturday to be able to take a shower and get ready in time for stevo to pick me up. Which is why I'm going to sleep at an early 11:45pm *GASP*

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