| I think it is time for a change.
There are many times in the bible when a person recieves a new name to
signify a change in their life. It might indicate that this
person has a new worldview or a new and special calling from God.
For whatever the reason, name changes are important and symbollic.
It has been over two years since this xanga was created. I am no
longer xxmicpickxx. The user who created xxmicpickxx was a
Staunch conservative who put the x's before and after his nickname
because a cute girl told him that's what people do. He was a good
kid with a good heart, but very different from who I am.
Also, I was about to post about how fun it is to go back and re-read
some of your old posts and see how funny your writing was and who used
to comment alot. But after reading my posts and the
ignorant/potentially hurtful things that exist on this domain, it seems
that the best thing to do is start anew.
xxmicpickxx will be born again, baptized, and will use a new name.
It shall be . . . http://www.xanga.com/M_slack
-slack
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| If you were to convert to a religion just for the benefits which would it be?
I'd be Jewish for the jokes.
-slack
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| This is the third time I've started to post. How sad is that,
even xanga posts are procrastinated. Classic lyrics from Cake:
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yern for the cup.
They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowless is podent and secretly stern.
As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
Yeah!
No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping time that her memories will fade,
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse!
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance...
Jesus is still alright with me.
-slack
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| A night in Draper Hall.
No Heat . . .
Flooded Room. - Let's mop it up!
2nd Floor loses Power??? - Knock on doors to get times for wake up calls
Off to Wal-Mart for flashlights
Back, Power is on.
Hooray!!!
(still no heat)
-slack
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| What's the Deal?
Catchy opener,
witty follow-up.
Turning serious,
and introspective.
Deep thought,
catch your breath.
Short parable,
very practical.
Life lesson,
poem's moral.
-slack
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