It's new years eve, and I'm full of empty promises I half pretend to keep this time, just like last year

Back by popular demand, a lack of anything else to do, and the questionable vocabulary of someone who wants me to update, here I go again...on my own...goin' down the only road I've ever known. sorry for those who check regularly and are regularly disappointed, but this blog isn't as easy to keep up as i originally thought. I only write when I am inspired, as the prophets of old spoke the word of God only when inspired by the Lord (However, I am by no means claiming to be writing the inspired word of God...I am no fool nor a false prophet, simply a man with a blog), and inspiration doesn't always come.

many things have happened in my life since november 6th. school continued until right up to christmas, I flew a few times, passed the written exam with a good mark, and mended a very important friendship that had all but slipped away. then christmas came. I was back in the wonderful town of Grand forks, with both my brother and sister home, it was lots of fun. I didn't make it to my buddy's wedding on vancouver Island, which was disappointing, i would have liked to have been there.

On new years eve I found out that my grandma had died early that morning. so, we packed up and headed north for the funeral, and to be with all my family. It was hard being at her house and not see her sitting in the chair that she always sat in, seeing my grandpa so strong, yet so lost without her. 53 years they were married, and through many trials, many differences, they loved one another until the end. Their relationship, although definitely not perfect, is an example of true love, a love that doesn't give up when things are rough, a love that is patient, a love that is...love. It is a real encouragement and something to strive for. it had been 12 or 13 years since our family was all together, and although grandma wasn't with us, we had some good times reminiscing, catching up, and helping grandpa bring firewood in for the stove. my grandpa didn't let me use the ax...still doesn't trust me with it.

so, I set off for home with my brother and his friend. we made it an hour into the drive, just outside of Smithers, B.C., and we crashed our vehicle. it was a minor accident in that no one was seriously injured, but, 4 days later, my body definitely isn't what it was before the accident. I am unable to fly as of right now, and am heading to Grand forks on Friday to see my doctor. This puts me behind in school, hopefully not too much, but I'll find out soon enough, i guess. i've spent a fair bit of time lying down, because it's far more comfortable, and because my leg likes to give out when i'm walking, causing me to fall down and be even more sore, and also somewhat embarrassed.

tonight i went to one of my favourite places to eat, denny's, with my good friends...sparkles and rachel. I love that place, although they renovated the resteraunt in the fall and now its kind of fancy...its weird. but its still denny's...same old bad coffee, huge portions, and little coffee cream things that we always make a mess with. it was good times.

oh...i got new shoes today, they're so nice. it was the highlight of my day until i went to denny's.

well, i think that thats about everything, now you are caught up with my life. and now, some words from Josh Dies that don't in any recognizable way relate to this post...


And so I am the prince of sounds that make ears ring
My princess kiss me with your sweet lips and lo, my heart will sing
If art is in yourself, or in a class in school
If art is ego and selfishness at the mercy of primitive tools
We sing sweet goodbye's in screams and schreeches
And bury these knives in your heart
No paintings or poems to let you live on
We've seen the last of art
As servants and lovers we wash your feet and cry out into the dark
The noise, the beauty, the love you bring stabs these knives right into art
Art is not the world, art is in our hearts