Bad Korean Speed Skaters!!

I thought I'd post another funny story to jazz it up a bit, so here you go! I was watching the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics Saturday night, and The speed skaters were on their last lap, and suddenly 3 koreans pull ahead of the 2 american dudes, and I start screaming at the TV. BAD KOREANS!(no racism meant here) and throwing kernals of popkorn. then two of them fall, and my mom, my brother and I all start laughing so hard as the american dudes Apolo ohno, and J.R. seltski get silver and bronze. another good funny story- yesterday at alsop park in little rock a couple of my freinds and I were hanging out and chatting up this newspaper photogapher, turns out our picture was in the paper today. To see it google Arkansas Democrat Gazzette and type in febuary 14, 2010

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A.D.Warrick

Lyrics and ?'s towards life

Heres the latest writings from the lte great A.D.Warrick

The World is a vampire set to drain where secret destroyers hold you up to the blame and what do I get for all my pain? a (squigley line because I couldn't remember the words) and a peice of game. despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage. Why is this song called bullet with butterfly wings? SMASHING PUMPKINS. I am sooooooo tired

Heres a journal entry from comp called Time:

Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Why does it matter? Time will continue on for all eternity whether we live or parish. Something we do today could play a big part in tomorrow’s future. Something I jot down on this sheet of paper could mean the biggest discovery in the history of our planet. A question I ask in math class could trigger finding out the ancient Egyptians math system. To kill one man could be to kill 1,000 of his unborn relatives. To think that if I had not read the Harry Potter books in fourth grade I would be a totally different person. What is the future how close is my future? Will I have lots of money? What is the past? Did I have a life before this? Was I reincarnated? How many times has the world ended and been recreated? So many questions and so little time in our lives to answer them all.

This is an esay I wrote awhile back (please excuse the gramatical errors)

I believe in my church and god, but to me it means something totally different than what most people associate with church. No acolyting or extra-long services. My church is my safe harbor, and the place for my friends. Somewhere in my mind, this is connected to god. The church has some large bills to pay because it’s fairly new, but I love it for what it really is, my home.

My small family church doesn’t really have the money, or the means to be top notch and fancy. Frankly, no one wants it to be fancy we all like it the way it is. It’s a good feeling to wake up in the morning and being exited about going to church. Fun family, friends, and forty-five minutes of god in a slightly shortened church service make up my Sundays.

Eve though the service is slightly shortened, god and Jesus seem to be everywhere in my church. In the smiling people and the big picture windows, and even the pond we canoe on in the summer. All the happiness and sunlight is almost tangible in the air. Even in the dead of the winter when it’s freezing, we all fell warm because of the people around us and the smiles of warmth. One time, the heater went off, and we all kept each other warm by huddling up, telling stories, and laughing together.

In truth I think it’s a gift that god gave me St. Michaels. When I was in third grade, the priest of my old church moved to St. Michaels, and my younger brother and I were in great need of a little bit of Sunday entertainment. We visited St. Michaels, and our whole family immediately fell in t the church and clicked with the people there. My brother and I practically got down on our knees and begged my mother to switch churches. Although she was reluctant to switch churches, now, my mom plays dulcimer and Autoharp for the folk choir, and she has started our churches Christ-Child Guild. Our whole family will forever be grateful to our church

My life was changed by my church and by all the things I have done there, and all the amazing people I have met through the place the congregation calls St. Mikes. St. Michaels will forever be in my heart as the place I belong.

Till next time,

A.D.Warrick

I don't have any new info, so I thought I'd go ahead and post a funny story. this morning I woke up to go pee, looked at my alarm clock, it was 6:51, so I decided to get up anyway. first time I have done this in three years. and my dad tells me schools out because the miracle blizzard that is just outside our window right now. it's tottaly amazing!!!!! Arkansas hardly ever gets cold, if you remember my last post. will tell more later

A.D.Warrick