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Name: Michael
Country: United States
State: Idaho
Metro: Idaho Falls
Birthday: 4/26/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Dude, this guy, His name was Jesus, I don't know what you know about him, I'm learning more and more myself every day, but get this. He came down from Heaven and was born God as man, He then loved the world and was part of this world. But the He was pwned in the face mouth (along with His hands, feet and chest) and died, not only that, but dies for our sins, you know, that stuff that makes s feel like crap after we do it. Then check this out. He goes to Hell, as Heaven is denied mankind as we are all sinners. He then basically punched satan in the face, ninja kicked him in his balls, grabs key to heaven, came back to earth to chill with some homeboys, then went up to heaven and unlocked it for all those that believed in Him. He then proceded to give God a high five and formed a skate group/band and rocked out, jamming and stuff in 'eaven's skate park. Totally awesome. Come talk to me about it! Because I am going to be honest, you are on your way to a freaking hell because you d
Expertise: weird
Occupation: Military
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AIM:  jackyskeleton
Member Since:
4/17/2006
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| What a most interesting and fourtunate evening. Upon the departure of work I headed for one of the uppity parts of San Diego for a book signing (as I purchased a copy of this woman's book for myself and a friend, and then on NPR she was interviewed and started talking about it and said there was a book signing on thursday....etc). I never really went to this part of San Diego before but it was fantabulous. It probably would have been more grand if I had tens of thousands of extra dollars to spend as I walked past many of the up scale brands and stores, let alone the extra hundreds of thousands for one of the six ferraris on display at the ferrari dealership...oh man. But I did find a nice card/note shop and purchased myself some stamps and fun card/envelopes while waiting for 7:00 to roll around. In the card shop though I couldn't but over hear a conversation between one woman and the cahier/clerk lady that she was a graphic designer. At once RIT popped into my mind and I just had to say something about it as I just...knew. From the small talk that already occured between the cashier and myself (she asked where I was from and I told her everywhere), I chimed in I go to RIT! Turns out so did the other woman in the store, graduated 93' for two masters programs, one in graphic design. She is brazilian, and is working down there after moving there from boston. She was in town visiting a friend on her way out of the country as she was only in for a couple weeks to see a wedding in none other than...you guessed it, Idaho! So maybe you didn't guess that, but she flew in and out of my home town and attended a wedding in Victor, Idaho, and a reception in Jacksonhole, WY. The places we have been and visited were reflected liek a mirror. It was crazy!
The book signing was very interesting as the talk about the book reflected most of what I heard on NPR, but with startling new information stemming from the quetions that the audience posed. Apparently we (guys at least) are hardwired in the brain to look at a woman with the this waist and large hips (you knoe, the 26-24-36?) because it stems from out quick calculation of whether she is already pregnant or not. Crazy! Quite a day, but nothing out of the ordinary for Michael Beausoleil.
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| I love summer. Luaus. Soft drives at night. Fragrant air. Public market. multiple showers. high heat and humidity. time to spend. other people with time to spend. football in parking lots. cold soda pop. fun hats. BBQs! dirt sledding. Mae, oh man the Mae. muppet movies. pinatas! long boarding. 27 yarrow! sleep overs. bridge jumping. cliff climbing. water balloons. painted skies. corn dogs. shish kabobs! lazy afternoons. the sun and the moon. fireflies. firefly! open windows! midnight excursions. football in general. so much!
so when you say forever, can't you see? you've already captured me!
goodnight moon!
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Back to the Future - The Complete Trilogy (Widescreen Edition)
By Michael J. Fox, Christopher Lloyd, Lea Thompson, Crispin Glover, Thomas F. Wilson, Claudia Wells, Marc McClure, Wendie Jo Sperber, George DiCenzo, Frances Lee McCain, James Tolkan, J.J. Cohen, Casey Siemaszko, Billy Zane, Harry Waters Jr., Donald Fullilove, Lisa Freeman, Cristen Kauffman, Elsa Raven, Will Hare
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New christian meets punk
Punk doesnt want new christian using his stuff
newchristian says family will love him five years down the line when his friends are all gone, and that he can't treat them like that.
Punk-remember kids, his good friend who HAS been there for him for the past few years just died-goes a little crazy and tries to hit him.
mom intervenes. punk tried pushing her out of way, new christian tries putting punk in head lock and carry upstairs.
escalation....now.
everyone's downstairs.
parent's side on new christian's side
punk yells at the lot of them and decideds to leave
punk packs, hits brother one more time
punk leaves
new christian leaves
Romans 12.
I left out most of the swearing by punk and the stupid antagonistic remarks by new christian and petty conversation by both. ugh. grab some popcorn kids, and watch your family tear at itself to pieces all in one morning, your younger brother leave for homeless again and your older brother to try to make himself righteous. and everything was going so nicely, too.
Asked if boone (older brother, ie new christian) wanted to pray before he left. Didn't! ugh. The thing that bugs me the most. What put him into the situation he was in this morning, I had with shane (younger brother, ie punk) last night when he came home. Shane and I just ended up watching Back to the Future. What happened? ugh.
dont want to think about it right now.
Off for a run.
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| Oh man. Its almost time to leave my rent's again. Or home. Except home = rochester...sad. Anyway. I have had the weirdest sleeping habits coming off finals week. The most common thing for me to do so far was sleep from 3/4 inthe afternoon to 9/10 in the evening, hang out with a lot of people, go to bed 3/4 in the morning, and sleep until 9/10 the next day. I sleep two six hour periods and remain concious for two six hour perdiods...periododes...periods. Its like two days in one! Last night I went to bed early (10), didnt nap during the day, in a struggle to break free of that and go to normal people sleep schedule. I slept for ten minutes before JC arkansaw text messages me, my brother intrudes in my room smelling like cigarettes and my mom comes in to ask me something. Then I went through a period of not being able to sleep and random phone calls from girls in the wee hours of the night. Crazy! So instead I end up ecclesiasting for an hour, playing some video games, reading coffee table books, and then getting ready to go hunting today. That was fun. Had breakfast at a restaurant thats been open since 1937 where my dad eats with work buddies every friday since 1936. Except we were the only ones today, and the kindly waitress who has been working there sing forever as well served me three potatoes worth of hash. Ridiculous! Didn't finish it, at all. But proceeding the meal, went into our truck and promptly passed out. Hunting today sucked. No fresh sign of anything. all of it was a few days older, and most of it was elk ( i had a deer tag). It was crazy times with my papa just walking around mountains all day. Idaho is awesome for its volcanic activity, such as this creek which is definetley steaming in the freezing temperatures. We even have a national park devoted to just lava rock. In idaho. Yea, we rock. Oh man, and some damned the creek to create these two massive pools of basically bath water. The hot springs here...kick people in the face they are so cool. The steam was freezing on all the plants too so that ice built up on plants further down the creek.
Yeppers. After that I came back home, no one was here, no one was doing anything, so I took a bath. Now, I am not gonna lie. I will throwdown anytime someone wants to, I spend my days at home hunting, my nights here have been spent playing poker, and my career in life so far has been military...so when I say that there was some crazy weird bubbly stuff in my bath today, I want you, the reader, to understand that...that I will kill you. With my mind. On a completely different manlier note, i ended the night watching high school musical with pop ups on the disney channel.
Idaho is a fun place. South by south west where I am at is mostly deserty area with intermitten GIANT MOUNTAINS everywhere. Like so.
and lets be fair, these mountains are better then new yorks, yet still tiny for Idaho. They are no tetons. they are no rockies. But awesome none the less.
Anyway, i do not currently have the band of the month GOMEZ, with me. So I have been listening to Mae, old Matchbook Romance, and Jars. Mostly. Band of the week, though, is still in contest of those three. If by album, mae, if by band, jars, if, well, moody, matchbook romance questionmark? allright kids. my bro (boone) needs the computer room as he sleeps there. Pray for him! And me! Romans 12! Its so weird. All my life my relationship with my brother has been one that wasn't christian. he was out of the house the year I was saved, and then i left and never see him. So the old worldly relationship still resonates some and its hard to even bring up anything to talk about or to talk at all, to pray for him directly. ugh, it kills me so bad it hurts. Ciao ciao ciao.
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| Mmhmm...I just had to shave with my sister's skintamate shaving cream...now i smell like pears...
Good days always start with a run and the word.
Number of miles set of to run today: 4
Number of miles decide don within 400 m: 2
Number of miles changed to when realized 2 miles= wussy and that nothing comes for free:6
Number of miles finished in the end: 4
Number of new dogs i had to fight: 1
number of new fallen bodies of kittens on side of road: 3
most favorite running companion: mountains
least favorite running companion: high elevation changes
So my younger brother has been living at home for 4 nights in a row now. the significance of that fact only shows how messed up my brother has been over ben's death. he even ate breakfasat today! last friday my rents bailed him out of jail. thursday night in jail was the first time he slept in a bed for 2.5 months. its not so bad. I am just glad to see him really. there's a strange bond that binds all of the beasoleil boys. all through adolescence we have been at odds with our mother. there was not a one of us that fought with her when we were younger. plotting and conniving we were. it was terrible. but each of us did it and we knew each other better for it, despite how bad it was. don't get me wrong though, we fought each other just as ferociously. shane (my younger brother) pulled a knife on me a couple times. those were among the best fights. especially since one of them was over a pair of headphones. Lol, o my goodness. shane is my favorite brother in the world. Oh well. I think its time to read or to fall asleep.
Ten points to nell doyle and matthew marsh for calling me this morning and talking for a while, as it made my morning.
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