Rinsefirst

Today was a day of utmost perfect time management. Events were litterally timed down to the minute. Things were pushed to the wire. Classes were strenched as long as possible, as was the length of time I spent eating my candy. Ok, so I can’t speak proper English, but I do speak some weird dialect of it.

If you can’t tell from this incoherant post, I am writing as if I actually got hyped up on sugar. As my wild friends would attest to, sugar has no affect on me. You can feed me 12 pixie sticks and I will go to sleep. This is what I do, it is what I am good at. Aren’t I talented? Does this sound like I am hyping myself up? Does it sound like I do that often? That really is to bad. This site should be more about creative works of art than some weird person’s life. What can we do about that I wonder?

So as for the exact people of tonight: Sim went to the Woodbury girl’s soccer game. I instructed him to “trick or treat” a girl from the team and bring her home. Those might not be my exact words, but I figure it is an interesting metaphor anyway. He didn’t do it, which is really to bad. Why is that bad? From the selfish side of things, it is bad because then I can’t date whatever girl he didn’t bring homes best friend. Unless it was the girl he actually wants to date, in which case I do not really want to date her best friend *various reasons but yes*.

Nikki, Beth, Mellisa, and Maria all went Trick ‘o Treat’n with me. Lots of fun. I even got to trick or treat in Animal Crossing. That was kind of cool. I enjoyed it. I gotta go eat all my candy now and have some kind of sugar overdose. Night all!

Well I finished the english portion of my homework for tonight, and that was the only part that if I didn’t finish it tonight I was doomed. For that reason, I am going to go to bed and hopefully have really good time in a zone of what I can only desribe as extreme contentment. I mean common? Where else can one person stay relatively still for 6-14 hours without going crazy or insane? The only place I know of… sleep.

In other news, I probably will work my way through Halloween because like I said earlier, I think I have somehow mananged to disenfranchise my friends. Perhaps I will go out on the town and party. Perhaps I will play animal crossing all night. I may even go to the Metrodome with my sister and watch Woodbury Girl’s soccer… Nah, I won’t do that.

Well, wish me luck trying to manage my time tommorow. I will be busy at least until 4:30, but after then I would love to have something to do.

In other news:
JJ Approachs the 200 post mark- will he do anything special?
The Onus- Is it dying?
Nikki’s Design- Does green really work as a background color?
Amber’s mono - No kisses for Jon for the next month
When will JJ post Jamaica pictures?
Will PK ever run into JJ on Campus
Sleep- Its good

It’s been a long day. Tomorrow will be longer. I feel as if there is this distance growing between me and the world. I think however this may be my own fault. I’ll see if I can’t work on it over the next few days before I actually think it becomes an issue. I think part of it has been school keeping me down. For example, tonight I have 60 pages of reading, 1 page response to write, a paper to edit for someone else, comments to write on that paper, an economics test to study for, and 600 lines of code to write for MSA by 4:00 tommorow. Think that’s enough? No? Then we will add 100 pictures and another 2000 lines of code for other projects I should have had done months ago.

Well I am going to go work instead of writing to you. Peace out, have a safe Halloween.

Well, after the high emitional week that was the retreat, I find myself back to trying to maintain a standard that gets me through school without having to worry about everything little thing. I think God is helping me with this and is allowing me to do things I never dreamed possible. For example, last night on one of my strange obsession filled quests, I found myself overworking on getting a small portion of php to run on a server. I didn’t need it right then, but I wanted to get it done while I was still on a role. Well, at about 11:30 last night, I got it all working right. This made me feel good, and I was happy to know that I won’t have to deal with that again. What I should have been doing was writing an English Lit paper.

Well, I couldn’t possibly write 5 pages at 11:30 at night, so instead I went to bed. I set my alarm for 5:00am, a time at which I can’t normally wake up, fell fast asleep into some dream about… well I don’t remember what it was about. 5:00am roles around and I actually got out of bed. This truly amazed me and I quickly got upstairs to write my paper.

I got most of it done, and in a method that seemed reasonable to me. I gave that to my peer reveiwer this afternoon, and I think I am set on that at least until friday. But, to make things even more fun, tonight I should do Econ, more English Lit, code, and update a few websites. I think I can do it with a little help from the guy upstairs to keep me awake and fed.

Well, I got to go get a pizza out of the oven before it burns…

Let’s start off by saying this: GOD IS GREAT! GOD IS GREAT! GOD IS GREAT!

I have so much to write about and I don’t know where to start. Maybe I will go for 3000 words again, this time with more focus behind them. So let us start from the beginning and go to now… Sound good?

I got off to a rough start. My ride to church was late, and I was not sure I would make it on time to catch the bus to camp. I started to get worried, so I loaded my car and got it all ready so that we could just take my car when she got there. Well, I let it go until the time I was supposed to leave, and then I left. I left a message for my family saying that I had left due to time and that I hoped they all had a good weekend. As I found out upon my return from camp, my mom has miss-marked the date. It did however turn out fine. My mom and dad kindly got my car from the church parking lot so that it was not sitting there. They also made sure I got home safely after the trip. I owe my parents a lot. I love my parents and my family. I really wish my sister would have come.

The bus ride up was one of the most comfortable 3 hour bus rides I had ever had. The seats were comfortable. There were TVs so that we could watch moves. And the bus wasn’t at all crowded so we each got to sit by ourselves if we wanted to. Nikki brought some wonderful tasting pretzels. Kelly, Frost, and I went and got liquid at a stop we made in what we think was St. Cloud. We watched October Sky, a movie which, although it doesn’t contain much action, I quite enjoy. We also shared in some fellowship with our friends. Let me take a minute to name everyone here that was on this trip with me. Our two bus drivers *I apologize for a loss of names or bad spelling*, Derek, Kurk, Ryan, Kathy, her daughter, Christy’s mom *man, I am having a hard time with female adult leaders…*, Trotter, Frost, Kelly, Nikki, Kristy, Jeremy, Anthony, Erik, Kelly, Daniel, Tommy, Matt, Pudge, Julie, Josh? *hopes that’s right*, Ben, and I think at least 2 other people whose faces are in my head but whose names are slipping my mind. *sorry*. Let us continue now with wherever I was going.

This awesome group unloaded the bus at Camp Shamineau and we all went to our room to unpack. We then went to a welcome session where this AMAZING band played for us while we sang. Those people knew how to worship. I could go on for pages about how the base player could get into the music, or the 2nd guitarist could put some juice on a note. They were truly truly outstanding. We were also greeted by a bright flashlight fellow. Although at times it seemed like his wit might be a little dim, he provided us with a charged battery of jokes and puns. We did this until small groups and then to bed with us.

I should probably mention that this was a retreat focused on letting your light shine. It was based on Matthew 5:14. Although this is a very powerful verse and has started to guide me in spreading the good word, I think the bigger verse that has somehow managed to leave my side is the one on what love really is. We should always remember that Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited…It is never rude or selfish It does not take offense, and it is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins but delights in truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes ~1 Corinthians 13:4-8. That hit me. To realize that god will always forgive us, always trust us. He will never leave our side. His love is truly a perfect love. Our speaker, Greg Speck, lead us in worship with 4 very powerful messages. I suggest you check out that site if you want to know more about him.

After all of our worship, we spent time with each other getting to know one another. I think somewhere down the road I may have a new DDR buddy if Anthony takes me up on that game of DDR. Tommy I haven’t really talked with much since junior high so that was pretty cool. Out of all the people I spent time with this weekend, the most interesting person had to have been Erik. Erik can be tough to be around sometimes, and for some people, it is to hard. I found though with patience, some understanding, and the willingness to meet new people, that Erik is a really bright, really cool, Christian kid. I enjoyed my time spent with him, and I hope he enjoyed it as well.

For the 7 or 8 hours we weren’t sleeping or in worship, we were out having freetime. They had football tournaments *Woodbury many semi’s* and volleyball tournaments *Woodbury took first*. They also had floor hockey, which I played a good amount of. I also watched some people make candles during this time *pretty cool*. There was a high rope course, rifle shooting, archery, basketball, skateboarding, rollerblading, nature events, and even a pizza-cooking event. Overall, it was a blast, and maybe I will get some pictures up here if my camera actually works.

So this is going to be the start of a really long post. I probably will not post for the next 3 days, and I haven’t really posted the last two. So therefore, this is a good time to post as much as I can so you can read it twice and still not get bored. So let us begin.. but where? Hmm, while I ponder that, let me warn you that for some of you this post will contain to much information. In other words, it will contain things you might not want to think about, but will probably find funny. You may also find it to be stuff you can use against me. If you do find that that is your case, then may I remind you I am openly writing this post under no dirress, stress, or pressure to do so. I am writing this post of my own free will. So how can something that I openly write and publicly announce be used against me? I do not know, but I suppose it is possible… Then again, maybe not…

Well, I am going to start with the here and now. I am sure that my mind will wander into other sections giving you the more information as for mentioned. *If you are confused now, I apologize, it won’t get any better*. Right now, I am in bed. Here I am laying on my tummy. This position makes it hard for people looking in my windows to see anything they might be looking for, and it provides me with a comfortable way to type while laying down. Now this brings up the subject of what people looking into my windows might be looking for. Well, considering my windows are not something easily looked into, they must actually go out of their way to look in them. This must mean they are looking for something of mine, otherwise, they would not look in my windows. They might be looking to see if they can find where I got the clothe for my really cool Mario window blinds. They might be looking in to see my colorful and friendship filled walls. They might be looking in to see me in the raw. If this last case turns out to be true, I apologize, it will not happen. However, you might catch me in my underwear from time to time. This brings into question, what kind of underwear does Justin wear?

Well, I was raised wearing whitey tighties. For some reason, this is embarrassing for many guys, why I’m not sure. Maybe it has something to do with the fact it is normally associated with little children who have Batman underwear. *Yes, I have Batman, Mario, and Turtles underwear when little* The choice to wear whitey tighties was never really something I choose consciously. So today, I decided to change that. I have always worn boxers as more of a pajama thing, but today, I decided to wear them more as my undergarment of choice. This proved to be a rather fruitful experience, in that, I can now honestly say, that what kind of underwear I wear literally does not matter to me. As long as it protects and serves as it is designed, I am happy. Now, for those of you who still might be wondering about my underwear because you do think underwear matters: my whitey tighties are white (duh), and my boxes come in 3 styles. We have the plaid bluish, somewhat plain. We have the joke boxers that have like Whiley Coyote on them. We also have some Christmas boxers with the Grinch on them. I think that last pair was given to me with a card saying, ‘we like you being the Grinch. We do not want your holiday joy’. I am too young to understand what that means, so feel free to interpret that.

Now really, I don’t know why I spoke on my underwear for as many lines as I did. Perhaps it was to entertain you with my horrible wit. Perhaps, maybe it was to turn you off from reading the rest of this post. Whatever the case may be, I wrote it and you read it, not my fault.

Speaking of things that are not my fault. I made another awesome appearance in The Onus. You can tell who I am because I have the brown hair. For those of you who do not know, I have brown hair. I am standing next to my best friend since 3rd grade. He has blonde hair and goes by the name of Rich or Sim or Thalk or… well, you get the idea. Rich makes the comics. I just make appearances. Speaking of Sim, he added a quiz to his profile today. I got 100% and I did not even have to cheat. Not bad when some of the questions are like SAT questions where you have to pick the stupid best answer as opposed to what would be a “right” answer.

You know, I just realized I have lots of work I should be doing. Mainly, only one thing really. I really need to finish some web sites for this group of people. They might hang me if I do not. I fear that would be painful. I would do it this weekend, but I have conveniently planned to leave town with the youth group of my church. There I plan to sit, relax, and ponder life. I will probably also pray, worship, and have fun. What will I be thinking about? The square root of 42 and the limits of infinity. I might even bring a book to read or something.

Reading is not something I do much of anymore. The only books I have read have been for English Lit. Instead of reading, I have been working, writing, or sleeping. Sometimes I even play Nintendo. Okay, so many times I play Nintendo. This is why I go to places like the Cube Club. I thought about going tonight with Sim, but we did not, mainly, because it slipped my mind and tomorrow he has school.

I work for my school. It is kind of fun. Today, I cleaned the server room. With the help of Dan, it looks extremely nice compared to what it looked like before. I then ripped the motherboard out of a Compaq, threw it in the trash, and put a new one in. Why did I throw this motherboard away? Because after playing with jumpers and different settings, I still could not get it to turn on. Why do I think it will not turn on? Because I believe some little kid set 240 volts at high amperage to the processor which was not prepared for voltages of that level, thus causing either a fuse to blow on the board, or circuitry to become damaged. No matter what I did, it would not turn on. So out it went.

I also discovered that these particular Compaq motherboards do not have system speaks on it. In some ways, this is a blessing. You do not hear the computer make any weird noises at you about how its ram chips are missing. On the other hand, if the monitor is not working, it makes it hard to tell what else may be wrong. I therefore dislike these SIS5595 motherboards and will be removing them from the building at the first possible chance I am given.

In much the same way, I am leaving college as soon as possible. I got an email yesterday telling me that my chance at on-the-spot admission will be coming up here on Nov. 15th. This to me means ‘do or die’ time for college. If I am not accepted, I have not really thought of any backup plans. I hope that I will not need them. I mean, I am doing better than many of the U students who they admitted this year are doing…. This means I should get in… right? Either way, I am not all that concerned because if it does backfire, I will get motivated enough to launch 50 applications at 50 other schools.

If I was on the right computer, I would post the story/poem I wrote the other night. Sim has sent me some edits for it and has fined tuned my word selection. Overall it is some of my best work yet, hence the reason for wanting to put it online.

So I feel the need to mention John’s site tonight. I feel like rambling about the general repulsion theory. I got to thinking that in this mixed up word, science may just be the satirical essay Maria had to write. Why that would be I do not really know. However, think… what if electrons were actually the largest units of matter in the universe. Atoms would be smaller, molecules smaller still. This would all be possible if we had a messed up perception of what an electron really is. Maybe electrons really are not moving in circles around the proton, but instead, the proton is moving in circles around the electron. Now here some people would say, shut up, your wrong…. Just look at what happens when you have two electrons. Well, if we assume that electrons are more sentient than humans, we can assume they understand the benefits to multiple marriages. For this reason, the electrons agree to stay together and allow the same proton to orbit them, but agree to stay separate for their individualistic benefits. Now, some people are probably saying right now that I have a grim view of happiness and marriage. The truth is, I do not. I am just feeding you possible mind warps that play with your mind enough to get you thinking about how wrong I just might be. It is like calling the narrator of a book incompetent. What does that have to do with anything? That’s what I am studying in English Lit.

Speaking of things I’ve been studying. Last night, at youth group, the topic was the tobacco settlements and how the money was being distributed unfairly. I would go into more detail about this, but I am not really in the mood to lecture about how tobacco companies end up getting the money anyway. Instead, I will leave those complaints to John Stossel to inform you of on 20/20.

However, I would like to talk about the people of my Youth Group for a moment. Nikki was in attendance and graced us with her popcorn making skills. Despite the fact that almost everyone gives her a hard time, we want her to know we love her and are there for her. In the same way, we want Amber to know that while she is out with mono, she will be greatly missed. We cannot wait for her return to good health so therefore, we will continue to pray for her and her family’s health. My sister played DDR with me, and I don’t know, I just felt out of it while playing. I was not really in the mood to do my dance.

Before church, Nikki, Maria, and I all went to TGIFs. I have now added TGIFs to my locations of good deserts. They rank right up there with Don Pablo’s volcano. I think from now on, I will have to get more deserts at restaurants and less meal. This way, I get more of the good food. Now, here is where I am going to interrupt myself again. Currently, I am at 1,944 words. Now the expression says that a picture is worth a 1000 words. If this were the case I would have two. Right now would be one of those points where I would insert a picture. This picture would be of Nikki and Maria sitting next to each other with me holding a dollar bill in my hand. I would snap the picture at the exact point in time one of them reaches for it. It is one of the most hilarous things that I got to experience this week… However, there were some issues with this in my head after we had our fun.

See I got to thinking, by holding the money out in front of them and toying with them, it was kind of like saying, “I’ll get you to do what I want just by holding out money.” Now that sounds mean, and was not at all what I was thinking when I was actually doing it. I was just having fun with them, and I think they know that. However, as I continued down this line of thought, I got to the profession of female stripping. Now here is a profession where men stick money in various places to get the women to do their will. This makes me wonder why women subject themselves to the commanding power of the dollar bill. Then I realize, that for the men, they are not thinking about how they are degrading the woman by putting a dollar pill in their panties. No, instead they think they are doing some kind of service. They are complimenting the woman on a job well done and on their overall physical characteristics. Again, I am not sure this is the right reason. However, it seems better than thinking the men are intentionally trying to degrade the women.

Now where was I going with this? Oh I remember… I got to thinking that if sticking money in women’s panties was a good way to compliment them, then why is it that more men do not do this more often in public. I then realized there are laws against this. So that answers all these questions… Basically, there is legal way to put your hand in some strangers panties unless you’re in a club where it is generally accepted to do so. Does this make sense? I know it seems rather blunt, but hey it is true. It is weird, and it is true.

Now, onto something else. Oh yes, the second picture for the second 1000 words. I don’t really have one. Maybe a picture of me in my underwear would have helped explain the first half. Then again, I don’t want pornographic materials of me scattering the web. Although it would be funny, there are laws against it in most states, at least for the next 2 months.

Man alive… in 2 months I will be 18. There used to be a prediction that I was going to die when I was 18. This would be sad because it would both mean a decline in readership of this site, and a decline in my overall productivity. Then again, aim has been an overall loss in productivity as well. Here, this is my best current example:

jrcorps2: i could go down the road
jrcorps2: and steal it *a computer*
ajmicek: thats it!
ajmicek: lol
ajmicek: wait
jrcorps2:
ajmicek: maybe stealing is not it
ajmicek: what if the hokey pokey is what it’s all about?
jrcorps2: it might be, and it might get us his computer
jrcorps2: but i doubt it
ajmicek: haha

But yeah, I probably won’t die now at 18. I probably jinxed it all. Plus, I figure God doesn’t want me to know when I am going to die because that would ruin the overall surprise-gotcha factor of it. In the words of Kelly, God’s gotta smoke people sometimes. Poor Kelly, another victim of mass ridicule.

I don’t remember what else I was going to post in this entry. How about another thing you probably don’t want to know but I am going to type it here in my entry anyway? On my left arm, there is a scar. Actually there are many scars, but this one stands out from the rest because it is on the inside of my arm. It is about 1 cm wide, but is fairly distinct when you look at it. This scar was caused by an infection. The infection started at the location of this scar as some kind of messed up mosquito bite. Soon, it became infected and started to ooze stuff you don’t want to come out of your arm. Me, being the moron I am, thought this was ok and that it would go away like a zit does in a couple of days. Well, it did not go away. Instead it grew to the point where I had lost the ability to feel in my left arm. My entire arm had turned red and the doctors weren’t exactly sure what I had. They put me on some pills and it continued to get worse. This scared both the doctors and my mom because they were afraid they were going to have to amputate my arm. Of course, I was all thrilled about this because it would mean I could get one of those cool mechanical arms like you see on TV, or so I thought… They tried one more thing to get it to go away and that was using a liquid medicine that to this day I pray I will never have to take again. After about a week on this stuff, the infection started to go away. They upped my dosage of it and soon the infection was nothing more but a strange hole in my arm. Soon the hole patched over and I got a scar from it. How many people knew that story? 1? That is good. I am glad I could tell it to you.

In my final thoughts for this post. Alex and friends are looking into creating massive MP3 collection that makes even my 30 gigs look tiny. We are currently working out the details of it, but if all goes well, we will have over 400 CD’s index and mp3’d. This post I think ranks as one of the longest self-written posts. It was spent being written over a period of 2 hours and contains 3,023+ words. For those of you who do not know its equivalents. That is 4.5 pages of 12 sized times new roman (not double spaced). However, I am no longer going to add to this post, and instead I am going to sleep and see what I can do about getting into work early tomorrow. L8r all and enjoy this post while I am gone if I do not update tommorow.