A short story by me.

Not far down the dirt trail, nearby a fence crippled with age, rested an old vehicle put out of commission years ago. It was an old Dotson something or another. All four tires were flat from being baked by the sun for 20 years. It lay flat on the ground with all sort of brush grown up around it. If the sun was bright enough you could still catch a glimpse of her silvery blue color. I first approached the car at the end of a trying day and was just looking for a place to hide. After clearing away some of the weeds and stickers, I tried opening the door. It took a bit of encouragement but after a while I was able to climb in. It was beautiful inside. The black leather seats were still soft. Although there were weeds growing around my feet and a snake skin next to me I could still smell the aroma of a real car. I put my hand to the wheel and reached for the gear shift; it was like waking up from a dream. I was staring out into an empty field, yet I could see a long road stretching out before me. She wanted to take me somewhere. She wanted to show the things she had seen. I took a deep breath, then slowly I stepped on the gas. As the miles past behind me and the cool breeze tickled my face, I could feel her warm smile reassuring me that it would all work out and everything was going to be OK.

The years past and we traveled the world together. Every time anger and hatred started to take over I found comfort in her always open ears, and when I got to a point in my life when I thought there was nothing to look forward to, she would take me down the ever changing road and tell me it was all going to be different one day.

That day did come just a few years later, but everything was just the same as it had always been. Nothing had changed, it had only gotten worse and worse. Everything she had told me was a lie. Every time I stepped on that gas peddle I was driving myself farther down into my own ruts. That day I came, but I came with ten pounds of steel. I dragged the hammer to the spot where she lay. I lifted the hammer and swung with a force driven by hatred. Then I swung again and again and again. I heard a piercing sound as the windshield shattered. I stopped and looked down at the scattered pieces of glass trickling down the hood. Quickly I dropped the hammer, thrust out my arms, and caught her tears in my hands. I sat on my knees and clenched the sharp prisms till her tears became mine.

My hands now covered in her blood, my blood.

Is it getting hotter?

I just read this thing on some guy's blog. He was talking about how he didn't think that global warming was unbiblical. He gave reverences for Revelation 16:8, and 7:13-16. He said that the event of a major climate change was not unbiblical but it was how the government was blowing it up to instill fear in people, so they could get more money. I do not agree. I believe global warming is unbiblical. One of the effects of global warming would be that the polar ice caps would melt and eventually flood the entire planet. This is impossible because the Lord promised in Genesis 9:15 that the waters should no more become a flood to destroy all flesh. Also if the earth was to become supper heated that would pretty much wack out our seasons right. Well, (Genesis 8:22) "While the earth remaineth, seed time and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.

Art+Emotion

I drew this.

WHERE IS KATIE?

I believe we should form a search party. We can split up into groups. I keep checking her blog thinking that maybe by some miracle she jumped back into the cyber world of pointless conversation, but it seems she's no where to be found. Maybe If someone tries shouting her name really loud over the Internet. Well, here goes last attempts.

Sorry the scanes are a little sloppy. But I can't really help that. The scanner won't feed them through straight.

Hey, here are some more pictures from my trip. These ones I took with the 35mm.

Here are some pictures finally, but don't just look at them and ignore the post underneath. The one is my aunt's enormous dog.

Praying for Snow

My English prof. yesterday said that if there was even the smallest amount of snow he wasn't going to be there tomorrow. Then I got to Spanish and I had a sub, which was just weird but he said also there will be no class tomorrow. So if it snows, which I pray it does, there is a very great chance I won't have to go into school at all.

Also, I want to have a car painting party here at my house. Probably sometime around my birthday but not necessarily for my birthday. And it really depends on whether or not I still have a car. And hopefully it will be just around when I get my license, that's the whole idea behind the birthday part. Anyway It's just a thought for now, but I think it would be a lot of fun.

I can't get any pictures of my trip. They're all on Dad's computer. Besides that, what else has been going on? Oh yeah, nothing. I don't go anywhere because there's nowhere to go. I don't do anything because there's nothing to do, and nobody to do anything with. Isn't that exciting! My car has been in the shop all week. It's really cold here. Well since there's nothing to write about I guess I'll just do like everyone else and find some random picture to show people.