school is in.. and like i've decided that i comunicate as much as i need with people at school.. and that whatever i might post on here.. most of you will already know.. so.. i wont keep this updated.. i'll keep it because on holidays and stuff it's cool to have.. but right now it's kinda pointless.. so if you are woundering whats up with me.. ask me sometime.. cuz it's more fun and personal to talk with someone.. then trying to get your point across only using words.. did you know that something like 60 percent of the way you comunicate is non-verbal.. meaning i loose 60 percent of my personality telling you about my day by xanga..

but i'll keep checking up on other peoples ones.. cuz it's more fun that way..

and i usualy don't post stuff on your xangas cuz i rarely have anything to add.. and i've noticed that normal people usualy post something as like a proof of reading.. so just cuz i don't post stuff doesn't mean i didn't read what you had to say..

so peace out my diggers..

j-m

um.. so.. this week was intence.. i'm at this missionary retreat place.. i ran a 10km marathon with 60 people.. and finished third.. so that was sweet.. and last night paul benetch.. like sarah grace's little brother.. so paul and i played hear you me.. like the song.. for talent night.. he played electric guitar.. it kicked butt.. and stuff was all going great and smooth.. but.. i'm still at the missionary  retreat place.. and there are no other missionaries here anymore.. why is this? you may ask.. well.. this moring we were going to take our car to go camping.. like all the other missionaries.. but we discovered that some monkey loving morrons stripped our car.. and threw all the bolts that held the weels on into the little creek.. well.. crap happens sometimes i guess.. but what makes me more pissed.. this gay camp place is making us pay full rent for the room we are in.. even though it's their falt that our car was stripped in the first place because of their incompetant security crapola.. this is in france by the way.. and further more.. the dumb fat car fixer man can't come today or tomorow to fix the car.. cuz he doesn't work on these days.. and even if he could.. the bolts that the mother loving morrons through into the river are really rare funky bolts.. we need to order 19 of em.. and it will take ages.. so we leave from here tuesday.. i feel like breaking something.. it kinda makes life more relaxed for us though.. so.. whatever.. and i'm sorry for not being able to write back to any of you.. i have no time on the computes.. i had to tackle an old french lady to get on here.. more like i botherd her untill she gave it to me.. so.. i need to go.. but i can't wait 'till i'm back at sonne with my homie dogies..

ttfn (as my childhood hero would say..) thats tigger from winnie the poo for all you people who did not know.. 

j-m

what if neo had taken both pills..