A Boy And His Guitar

Easters come and past.

Posted on Apr. 9, 2007 at 11:51 AM

Well easters gone. And im still here but it will come again in another year, so do not fear but listen here don't eat the yellow snow. =c P. Got vote for chris as the best teen blog The World As Seen As A teen named chris go vote for him look at the link on my sidebar to his blog and on his latest post click the link and vote he needs all the people to coome togethor hes 15% right now!! COME ON!! In other knews im going to meet my friend at like the town square kinda thing in my town called ********* street. And they have a music store so ill check that out :D. Went over to my other friends house yesterday. Vote For Chris. Also I can play amazing guitar and im humble ;c). Ok im leaving.

 

Antisanjayian.

 

John

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Happy Easter

Posted on Apr. 8, 2007 at 4:38 AM

Yeah got my basket of candy going to two churches now :|. The one near our house that we really like and my friend's (his dads the paster). Anyway after the two church rush we're eating dinner at their house. So Bye.... LIKE MY NOO TEMPLATE!!!!>??!?>?? *takes deep breath* Anyway......

 

Antisanjayian.

John

 

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Im baaaack

Posted on Apr. 6, 2007 at 12:42 PM

Yeah i got grounded off cough cough then the computer broke :|. not cool. Anyway im back and i finnished Ck's blog got check it out link to your left Ck is cereal killer for the lay man :D. Yeah so bascket ball season is over and im practicing everday about 2 hours except the days where its 32 out. so yeah. I fixed up the backboard and my mommy bought me a new rim :D. i can't wait till i can dunk the flippin ball. So close..... 2 more jumping feet and im a foot above the rim :D. i can jump to within a foot and a half of the rim. so i need to jump more till i can jump higher. Yeah practiced geetar alot got way better. as always. Getting in a band with two people from my bball team who else? anyway. i like to say anyway. anyway. Dang it said it again oh well anyway..... :'( stupid habbit. ok so anyway  as i was saying a band and we need a singer. can you sing well than call 555-not-a-chance. Were keeping the phone lines open until never. Who watches american idol why do they have simon cowel (a british rude guy) telling americans who we should like. Flaws? Sanjaya with all his groupys... or as i call them Fanjayas. when did it become a beuty pagent he looks like a chick. not like its a bad thing for guys to look like chicks. ohhh wait it is!!the guy is as queer as a three dollar bill. He needs to leave. In other knews Tolkien was a catholic most prodistants say catholics are not christian yet they say he was one of the best christian others...Flip Flop... So catholics are christians when they right novels. Ok ill remember that. If only saint patrick had published that biography would he have gone to heaven that poor poor man. :D. yeah somthin' special.

Keep 'n' it reel
Antisanjayian.

John

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End of the season

Posted on Mar. 14, 2007 at 7:45 AM
End of the basketball season so sad.... Anyway theres a dance coming up that my moms putting on. In may or sometime around there. Anyway my sisters a nag because her three emails she gets a day have to be checked on every ten minutes. =c |. Ok so i have been practicing dribbling the basketball and have got pretty good i can do crossovers and pass the ball in between peoples legs and go its fun. Got more music on my ipod. Got TGIF In two days. Yeah tgif is like a coop but its once every two weeks and the  classes are like boring. Check out testblog06 i haven't worked on testblog in a loooong time :D hehehe. yeah i think the colors need to be changed but i gotta go so bye.


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The Great Divorce

Posted on Mar. 1, 2007 at 3:39 PM
Here's my Book Report On the great divorce by C.S Lewis.

The Great Divorce




Synopsis: The great divorce is about a man dreaming about heaven and hell the difference, and the journey in between.
Before I start about the book here is some information on the author
Clive Staples Lewis (29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963), commonly referred to as C. S. Lewis, was an Irish author and scholar. Lewis is known for his work on medieval literature, Christian apologetics, literary criticism and fiction. He is best known today for his children’s series The Chronicles of Narnia.
   
    The Great Divorce starts with the narrator finding himself at a bus stop-there are several lines and buses leaving and coming. He of course gets in line not knowing where the bus leads or if he’s even in line for the bus. While he is in line he talks to several people learning, more and more about Gray Town.
   
    He was at the bus stop of Gray Town and could see all the houses and shops were empty, he learned that in gray town people couldn’t get along so they just kept moving farther and farther away from each other. Finally a bus arrived and all the people in his line could fit into the bus, once the bus left it started to take off and all you could see was grayness of the never ending twilight of the town.
Once the bus had finished its trip you could not see Gray Town and everyone rushed off of the bus, after they got off the bus they found the grass to be as hard as diamonds and a leaf almost impossible to pick up. After several minutes like this all the ‘ghost’ people could see bright lights far away in the distance coming towards them as they cam closer it was men and woman covered in light, the ghosts could feel warmth coming off of them. As they came closer the light people separated and went to separate areas and approached the ghost they were assigned to and began talking to them begging for forgiveness for wrongs they had done to them on earth. Some of the ghosts agreed to go with them into the mountains (the foot hills of heaven)
And others ran onto the bus and begged the driver to leave immediately.

    While the ghosts were still talking the narrator slips off into the trees and follows a river. Since his body is so light he can walk up stream but after an hour of very little progress he decides to walk on the smooth stones on the shore. He reaches the water fall and sees a man trying to get an apple but he can barely pick it off the ground using all of his might. He then turns back and heads back to the bus. But not before he sees someone else.
   
    A tall skinny man with red hair sitting on a fence a little way out of the forest as our narrator gets closer he finds the man to be a Scottish author who’s books he had read over and over as a child.
He then finds out that the author is the master destined for him so they begin walking and the author tells him many things about the land. You begin in the plain as a ghost but as you climb toward the mountains you become more and more solid.

    After a long time walking the came back near the bus and listen to conversations of people and the solid people assigned to them, A woman is begging a ghost to leave her alone and bring her son to her because she loved him so much. The solid person tried to explain to her if she loved him she would let him take him journey into the mountains, She would not listen so the solid person blew a trumpet very suddenly many unicorns stormed through the patch of trees and continued on and the ghost woman disappeared.

    Once they returned near the bus the Scotsman told our narrator that the bus traveled through a hole so small he could not see it, he pointed out a crack barely visible and said you came here through a crack no bigger than that. He then explained hell was so small because in the after life things are measured with joy and love so hell is so small it could easily fit in your hand. He also explained he will become solid as he learns more and grows in the lord because you can’t have true love or joy without God. Most of the ghosts had gone back on the bus except a few who accepted God and wanted to travel to the mountains to find his love.

    Then our narrator wakes up and finds himself fallen backwards at his desk with writing ink on his face and that a large amount of time has passed.


By John Garrity






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