Facebook is like Prison. You talk to a wall and get poked by people you don't know.

Sometimes I wonder why people even bother chatting with people on facebook.  Especially those certain ones who you don't want to be talking to, but can't ignore them every time.  How many times do I have to respond with just a "haha" or "lol" or "yup" or "yeah"  before you get the idea that I don't want to talk to you?  Its not even a conversation.  I'm basically like talking to a wall, why do you keep trying to save the conversation???  Not to mention the fact that while I hardly talk to you on fb, I've still said more online than in real life!

Speaking of Facebook, I've seen a lot of complaints about the new Timeline.  Personally, I don't understand the complaints.  Its not as if you are paying for facebook, why complain?  And if you don't like the new facebook, don't use it, especially don't use it to complain about it.  Its absurd, its the equivilant of me calling you to tell you I'm giving you the silent treatment.  DOESN"T WORK THAT WAY!!!

So yeah, a few other updates:  I have a smartphone now, but most of you knew that already.  This means I have the capability of texting now YAY!  I bought a new snowboard, because originally I was just going to buy the boots and bindings, but I got the bindings home and they didn't fit on either of the boards I have.  Rather frustrated, I went and bought the board from the same guy.  Also, I have a phone interview tomorrow, for a housekeeping position at the hospital.  I hope I get it, but we'll see how it goes.  I'm slightly scared to get it, due to the fact that I don't know why I applied in the first place, since I'm slightly terrified of doctors.  Silly me.  When I went in and asked for the application, I didn't freak out at all, so I think I can do it.  Its only scary if I'm going to the doctor, not just being around them.  I'll let you know how that goes.

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This is a poem a friend of mine posted on facebook and I really liked it and wanted to share it :)

Once I came upon a place
Of grief and misery
I saw a man, alone and cold
... And found that he was me.
I look back now,
At that wretched place
And laugh and sometimes cry
Because the man I used to be,
He deserved to die.
But now I have this new-found hope,
This joy
This peace
This love.
I feel my new life's warm embrace
From the Lord Himself, above.
I didn't deserve a second chance,
Or a third or fourth of fifth.
But He loves me so much
And I know that I was missed.

by Garrett Wussow

Too Many in Too Little of Time

I've seen way too many movies in the theatre lately.  Wayyy too many.  So I thought I'd rate them for you, using my rating system, in order of appearance.

Tower Heist:  4 Stars

Immortals:  2 Stars

Sherlock Holmes:  5 Stars

Mission Impossible:  4 Stars

War Horse:  3 Stars

Coming Soon that I'm super excited for:  The Hunger Games!!!!!! Beauty and the Beast 3D!!!!!! Batman!!!!  MIB!!!!!!(thats Men In Black, if you don't know that)

How do you respond to the face in the mirror?

James 1:22-25

[22] But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, decieving yourselves. [23] For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror. [24] For he looks at himself and goes away and at once forgets what he was like. [25] But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres, being no hearer who forgets but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing.