Yakity Yak Yak

Yesterday I got food poisoning. I won't say from where because that's mean....

dang you! curse you carl's sr. and your foolish son carl's jr.

no no. it's my weak body that can't handle poison. I must train harder sensei!

And then I YAKed! like a cow. It was super nasty. But while I was undergoing reverse peristalsis I couldn't help but be amazed at how my body knew 'wats up.' Like, how does it know I ate something bad, like, so quickly. totally amazing. God is awesome. But it still hurt. Put another way, I'm bending over the toilet barfing out everything I ate while I am in wonder of the barfing process in pain. Something like...

BaaaaAAAaAaAWESOMEEEaaaaaaOWWWWWWaaarrRrraaaffFFfffCOOOLaarffFFF!

Whew. I'm still dizzy though.

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So I was getting on the arriba bus. I said bye to my lab partner. 7 seconds later I hear something crash and I look up to see my partner dropping his backpack and running after his rebellious skateboard down mandeville hall ("hah! take that master!" said Skateboard). Then he scampered back to get his backpack as his board suddenly made a sharp right and was now zipping down to Gilman Dr. It was like watching a movie. I just stood there watching him suffer and even while I was getting on the bus, I just stared... only once I got on the bus I was thinking "omg, omg, should I run after him, should I hide, should I ignore him, should I die, omg" and regret hit me hard. The whole bus ride home I was in regret/depressed mode and realized how non-sacrificial I am. My instincts tell me a lot about myself. In my perfect world, I would have dropped everything and run after him and his skateboard and not worry/care about anyone else watching, and more than that, my well being. I wouldn't have it any other way. I know this is right. I have an example to follow. This is life. This is love.

In the end, I left him a voice message telling him to call me back from the hospital he was going to stay in. haha. i joke a lot. he laughed.

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Happy Birthday Danny!

I wrote this poem for you, but not anymore. 22 is old. You're so old. Better find 'em quick.

Gotta go! Mom's here. Surprises don't happen only once! Praise God for that. =]

Remix #10: Remixed to be SACRIFICIAL in my love just as He is.