| Yeah, well. So is Zoroastrianism.
It's been so long since I've used Xanga that I actually wasn't sure how to put up a new post at first.
Things have changed.
(The preceding statement supersedes Xanga. But the one that preceded it doesn't.)
*I'm the pastor of a Baptist church.
*I'm engaged to the most incredible woman I've ever met.
*I'm doing well in school.
Things have stayed the same.
(The preceding statement proceeds back and forth from Xanga and other areas.)
*I'm still really an Anglican
*I still drive to North Little Rock quite frequently to visit my fiancee.
*My cumulative GPA is still appalling.
(The succeeding statement concedes that the preceding statements require some type of statement to intercede on their behalf, lest they cede their validity to their own inherent contradiction.)
The only thing that stays the same is that everything changes.
*I preach from the lectionary found in the Book of Common Prayer and dress in line with the church calendar on Sunday mornings; therefore I see no need for my Anglican identity to recede from the shores of my theological framework into the ocean of denominational affiliation.
*My fiancee also drives down to Arakdelphia, sometimes even exceeding the speed limit in order to get here sooner (a habit I exceedingly discourage).
*One semester of successful scholastic endeavors is not enough to retrocede a lifetime of scholastic failure.
I pray you accede to my defense.
With that I must secede from my association from Xanga for the rest of the night, in order to finish writing my sermon. I would think myself wise had the composition of my sermon anteceded the composition of this post, but now the best I can do is reaccede to my exegeting in hopes of succeeding at inspired exposition. Hopefully by writing this first, I haven't authored my own Epicede.
(For the record, the unprecedented diction found in this note developed unintentionally. I did not begin writing this ["this", whose antecedent is- of course -all you see written here] with the intention of wandering into such proverbial unceded territory.)
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| For those of you who know me, you know that since Freshman year I've had two haircuts: Nothing, and growing. Upon reaching a certain length, the latter is reduced to the former, usually by my friend Drew Cason. When in the "Nothing" stage, and the first few centimeters that follow it, I'm the "Guy from 28 Days Later". When in the "Growing" stage, I'm the "Guy from Batman" and occasionally, the "Guy from Red Eye". Today in Wal-Mart a stranger observed that, despite my hair being as long as it's ever been, I was "The Guy from 28 Days Later". |
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| Today, I made a space heater out of a toaster oven. In other news, I also found out that my smoke detector works. |
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| I'm about 2 hours away from retiring from writing forever. |
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| My roomate brought his playstation to our place. I'm on disc 3 of Final Fantasy 7, and I have yet to get a gameover. |
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