Hello

This is a semi-random hello to those who stumble across my blog. I haven’t written here in ages. But someday I will. So check back every couple hours, cos you don’t want to miss this. It is going to be insane!!!

Not really.

But I will start writing here again eventually.. it’ll be swell when it happens.. so.. yeah..

Just know that I love you. Love! Brotha! Sista!

You know?

LOVE!!!

Ugh.. such a cool word.

Such a touching sentiment.

Such a life changing concept.

K

That’s it.

See ya later, friendsies..

LOVE.
Shaun

C’mon, Really?

So today I’m walking out of Blockbuster, I had just turned in one of those awesome Application for Employment’s that ask you all sorts of questions with inherently bad answers and don’t give you a chance to explain, and I’m feeling pretty okay about life. Just walking along to my car, normal Tallahassee evening: dropped a few degrees, but still humid as all get out, booming rap music shaking the air, police sirens, fog. As I near my car there’s an older gentleman going to the car door next to me, “After you”, “Thank you.” Right before he gets in his car I hear him say something to me. I didn’t understand what he said so I did one of those, “…ha… what?” things. You know, that reaction where you laugh a little bit because you know from experience that the first thing someone says to you is usually an attempt to break the ice with humor, and usually not something that isn’t worth at least a chuckle. So I did my, “sorry didn’t catch that but have a nice day” manuever, but he repeated: “And they wonder why we don’t give them respect.” As I had no clue what he was talking about, I countered with an ingenius, “Ha… yeah…” Then, as he’s pulling away, I realise that he had been referencing the black dude whose car stereo was the source of the afforementioned rap music, and I just sat there. Had that really just happened? What made him think that was an okay thing to say to me? I wasn’t wearing a “By the way, I think “they” is a great way to refer to black people” T-shirt, and “I don’t respect people who aren’t white” is NOT tattooed on my forehead. So I was stunned at why this man thought it okay to include me in his little discriminationfest. The answer, of course, and I’m sure all you bright lads have figured this out by now, is that I’m white. Because I’m white this guy thought, “Hey, it’s cool for me to say something racist to him.” And I just sat there. By the time I figured out what he meant he was gone. I was so mad that he pulled me into that. He went away thinking that that didn’t offend me, and [without this blog] no one else would have known that it happened, but it still made me feel like scum. After all that great men and women have done in this country, black and white, to try to enlighten the fact that there is no “us and them” there’s just “us”, it makes me sad that someone could still have the heart to blurt out something like that in public. So Mr. Loud Radio Guy, I’d like to apologise for letting that comment slide, and Mr. Disrespect Guy, “C’mon, really?”

Love.
Shaun

No more work

For at least a week.

And that makes me a happy man.

I just woke up at what would have been 6 hours into my normal shift.

Sweeeeeeeettt.

Love.
Shaun

Transition

So summer’s winding down and I find that I finally have time to jot a few thoughts down about summers and things very much like them. It was, as a general rule, a lovely summer. I got to spend loads of time with some of the greatest people in the world, I got to play worship in more than one amazing church with probably the most talented youth band this side of the mason dixon line [probably not an exact measurement], and I got grow up a little. Here at the end though I realise that I worked over forty hours every week, and I’m still having trouble scraping together my first rent check. Boo. But, lo, this is life.

People always say that.. I always say that.. but is it true.. is this life?

For another time..

There are a great many things to look forward to: Getting back to a regular worship leading schedule, voice lessons [I'd very much like to sing without cringing], School [oddly enough], friends [packs of wild brats roaming the moonlit streets], something something…

I’m excited, though never thrilled with leaving. Alas, what are you going to do? Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. Right?

I heard that somewhere.

I think it was nebraska.

Anyway, thanks for checking in. I love that you read this, person. Seriously, individual, it warms my heart.

In a good way. Not in a “my heart is struggling to pump blood through my body and that’s why I sweating so much” way.

Love,
Shaun

ps I’ve never been to Nebraska. Fool.

pps I don’t really think you are a fool. I love you, remember?

The trouble is…

I never meant to cause you trouble..

I never meant to do you wrong..

Oh, if I ever caused you trouble..

Oh, you know I never meant to do you harm..

I’m sorry.

Love,
Shaun

Summer.. the final days

So summer was pretty sweet. My car runs again. I dig that.

All work, no sleep make Shaun something something.

Go crazy?

Don’t mind if I do!

I’m excited to get back to Tally, but I don’t really want to leave. I am in pickle!!!!!

Not the worst of pickles though.

Mm K.

I have nothing to say.

Love ya’ll.

Sssssssssssssssssssshaun.

Time keeps on slippin’

Hello.

I sincerely doubt anyone stills checks this.

It’s been a while.

Things are okay.

My new car is awesome…

and dead.

So I’m carless.

again.

WOOT.

On a lighter note.

The Yankees are like a zillion games behind the Red Sox.

That SUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS.

Um….

I’m probably taller than you.

and that makes life worth living.

Love,
Shaun

Bus Systems…

…are confusing.

There are outbound routes ad inbound routes.. except the inbound routes are more for show.. the bus just turns around and does the outbound route backwards. So what exactly is the point of the inbound route?

I don’t want to hate on them, cos it’s the only way I’m getting around nowadays, but they’re always late. It’s not really all that bad, just a couple minutes. But for those minutes I have to doubt that I translated the bus route correctly.. or that I decoded the entirely cryptic and almost always misleading stop times.. badly.

Anyway, I’m going to try to get to the music store now. Wish me luck!!

Love, Shaun

So I haven’t done this in like 3 weeks…

Well, dear friends, I come before you once again. It’s been too, too long.

First, a few announcements:

1) Hillsong United:April 17:Jacksonville:buy tickets online

If you’re not going I’m going to have to assume you’ve passed on.. I’ll send flowers.. don’t test me.. I don’t have money to waste.

2) Augustana:April 4:Tallahassee:Do it

3) My car is officially done:Helpful car finding tips would be appreciated:and prayer

4) Easter is coming up:You know you would’ve forgotten:you’re so lucky I’m here

5) New United album is out:Purchase it:Hillsong.com

6) I suck at Latin:making school REALLY hard:suckage

So.. moving on…

I’m going to see the old school Ninja Turtles movie on campus tonight. I’m very excited. I love Ninja Turtles. Donatello is the man. A nerdy, fighting turtle… with a bowstaff. What could be better?

That’s all I got for right now.. I’ll be back, though.. no fear.. I HAVE RETURNED!!!!!

Thanks for reading.. if this didn’t make much, blame Alyse.. she’s distracting me…

Love,
Shaun

I forgot to do this… DAG!!!

1. Best song to put you in a good mood: “The Authority Song” -Jimmy Eat World

2. Best song to put life in perspective: “O Holy Night” -The Cambridge Singers (Yeah, I know they didn’t write it)

3. Best song to alter your state of consciousness: “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” -The Beatles

4. Best song to make you feel like a real man: “Live and Let Die” -Paul McCartney and Wings

5. Best song with which to worship God: “You are My World” -Marty Sampson (Hillsong)

I’m not doing the links because I’m a complete loser. :)

Check out these songs anyway though.

Love,
Shaun