a tat

So I pretty happy last night night I told my parnets that I want to get a tattoo for my birthday, and it looks like a go. I have a good idea about what i want to get, but i want it to be a surpise, but if you have an idea, then let me know, and I will think about it.


Listing to, Turning Japanese, by the Vapors.

Today

today totally sucked, i really dont want to blog about what happened but it sucked. Its probably the worst day of my summer so far and my summer has been awesome too. No ones home to top it off.

I’m sitting here in my room, avoiding my ROTC scholarship questions and thinking. And what I’m thinking about was all I could think about all yesterday and this is what happened,
I was in town and I was wearing my that’s shady t-shirt with my product (Red) converse shoes, when this old lady comes up to me and asks if she can ask a question, I said sure, and she said this,
“I couldn’t help but notice your shoes; do they mean you have AIDS?”
To which I said no, and kinda told the story about product red. But after words I got into my car and I couldn’t figure out whether to cry and laugh. Now you’re probably wondering why I wanted to cry (I was wondering to since I never do) and that’s because of the difference of agendas, both set of my grandparents are not motivated to help people outside our nation. Look at what happened with New Orleans; look at how much support we have given to that town. But I remember when that huge tsunami hit the Indonesia area, I remember that was news for 1 month, but last night there was still a special on what happen at New Orleans on CNN. Why are people like that? Why do my parents generations not care? I read BS blog a while back and it talked about a year of Jubilee for nations and their bills. Well I talk to some adults about that idea and you know what, they hated it, and this was the common response, “if we forgive their bills, then they haven’t learned their lesson about spending more then they have.” What the hell! We are talking about nations of PEOPLE not a kid who spends his allowance to fast, people are dying as I sit here, starving to death because our nations pride gets in the way. Why are we (every human on this planet) not doing all that we can to help the homeless, the starving, the sick? Back to the start of the start of the story, what would of happened if I would of told the lady that I did have AIDS, would she of avoided me like the plague? How can I help change that attitude? How can I make a difference? How can I help?
(Do you see why my title is called random thoughts? That is what these posts are, uncut and unedited thoughts of my life.)

Listing to: If Everyone Cared by nickelback

Manly men?

Manly Man? Part duex redone
5 teenagers
4 lovers of the arts
+ 1 lover of the sports
= a interesting summer and a confused individual (me)
I am a man. Well at lest the last time I checked I was a male and I pretty sure nothing has changed since then. But yesterday (and today) I acted (if you could call what I did that) in a play. Now some people have asked me “Why?” And well I don’t really know why I decided to show up on that day, probably because I thought that I would get sound/audio thrown on me no matter what, so might as well plan for it. But to my dismay/horror I became “Al” and on my way home I was totally freaking out, thinking to my self, me act? yeah right, I never have acted before. So day one of practice I was thrust into a world that I never had wanted to be a part of (guys wearing makeup, playing dress up (that’s how I viewed it) and God knew what else happens for plays) and felt totally out of my league (still do but that doesn’t matter). Here I was, a kid who only was thinking about how long till football starts (the count down has began!) (Big Wahoo from me) with almost people who spoke English but I had no idea what they (Sara, molly, Jw, Emily) were talking about. (Not that I claming I do now in fact I think I’m worse off) Well it took me a while to “fit” in this confusing group, then came the makeup, I was like no way, guys do not wear makeup, but I was outvoted and got some coverup (I think) eyeliner, which was ok I guess differently not the worst that good of happened, but next came the line that I thought I would never cross and that was lipstick. But again I was outvoted, and the whole time I hated it. Here I was dressed funny with eyeliner and lipstick, LIPSTICK!!! How do think I felt. But back to the point after the play was done I thought that I would feel gay (not the happy gay either), I was shocked, I had realized that I had fun, I had fun in what I thought was one of wimpiest things a man could do, so I naturally assumed (remember about assuming things) that I would hate acting, and I will say that I was wrong, I had fun and would like for a chance to do it again. (Maybe a plane to somewhere sequel?) And yet am I less of a man, I believe not, am I more of man, maybe, but I have learned what the other side is like. And while I realize that I really could fit in with that crowd, I have a lot more respect for the people in it.
Me
Just a thought: All the time I here about how the “world” has corrupted our view of women and how we try to make them into something that they aren’t, but why is it never brought up the same fact applies to guys as well?
Disclaimer: I hope that by reading this you have never got any false hopes, I still plan on watching the m’s win the world series, West Virginia battling USC in the BCS champion ship game, and watching the football season take off. So in other words, I am and always will be a sports fan and that aint going to change with just one play.
Listing to: Franz Ferdinand’s Take Me Out.

thoughts to think about

Soo,
First think of two people you are closest to in you life. pick one from your family and a non-family friend. Now I want you to image that these people came to you and (separate) said that they saw Bigfoot and was dead serious about it. Would you believe them? Could you believe them? For me it would be easier to trust my non-family friend (Nate) then my little bro, and i haven't really thought why.

listen to Boston by augustana.

AJ Foster

The hopeful mayor of Shelton.

Mobbing

The Mob…
Five Guys…
One Dream…
The Message: Psalm 71:17 you got me when I was an unformed youth, God, and taught me everything I know. Now I'm telling the world your wonders;


Alright, so right now you probably like what is the “The Mob” well the Mob is 5 guys who meet once a week and talk about God/Jesus/Holy Spirit. The reason that we meet is off my philosophic idea that the church is like a grandfather figure, that youth church is like a father figure and that small groups like the Mob are like friends. Reasons why I believe this is that I love the church like I do my grandpa but we totally disagree all the time on things, (just like the church and I) but when my grandpa tells me advice I take what he says and store it away like a nugget of truth. Now with my dad I am more willing to listen to him then my grandpa and learn form him. Just like I learn more from Youth Church then I do from Big Church . Then I listen more to my friends on most issues then I will my parents, so it is like for every teenager. So I will learn more and listen better when someone my own age is talking. So I learn more and grow more with the mob then I would with Youth Church . But back to the mob, the mob is five guys who take a question that is asked by one of us, home and think and pray about it. We then met once a week and talk about what we believe. Sometimes we agree and sometimes we agree to disagree. We have covered topics form is it ok to wear Christian clothes, is it ok to watch violence on TV, to last weeks topic which is Does God know the future and if so are we pre-destined .This weeks topic is What part of God’s love does he allow people to suffer?
Really I believe the Mob is about us taking control of our faith and making it our own by teaching ourselves.
Random thoughts by the future Mayor of Shelton AJ Foster