Hey There Delilah

 Feeling slightly... I don't know.  This song seems to play with my heart, though.

 

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

Hello, world!

Hey gang.  I'm sure nobody reads this anymore, so it's perfect to start posting again.  It's been so increibly long since my last post, I don't even know where to begin.

Since my last post I've:

-Bought new RX-7 06/2007

-Bought Mercury Tracer 08/2007

-Sold old RX-7 11/2007

-Quit Sturm Foods 02/2008

-Started back in college 02/2008

-Tried getting a job at Sturm Foods

-Got hired by Walgreens

-Got Hired by Sturm Foods

 

 

Craziness craziness craziness!!!!!

Some useful information....
Westboro Baptist Church
3701 SW 12th St
Topeka, KS 66604
(785) 273-0325

Fred W. and Margie M. Phelps, Sr.
Westboro Baptist Church
3701 S.W. 12th Street
Topeka, Kansas 66604
phone: 785-273-0325 and 785-273-0338
fax: 785-273-9228

Samuel Moran
Cell: 503.803.1633
Work: 503.684.4010 ext 333

Karl and Deborah Kay Hockenbarger
James Hockenbarger/Jennifer Hockenbarger
1929 S.W. Lane
Topeka, Kansas 66604
home: (913) 233-1848
K-K-Karl’s work: 785-296-3959

Fred W. Phelps. Jr. and Betty Phelps
3600 S. W. Holly Lane
Topeka, Kansas 66604
home: 785-272-4135
Jr.’s work: 785-296-3195

Margie J. Phelps
3734 S.W. 12th
Topeka, Kansas 66604
home: 785-273-7380
work: 785-296-3317

Ben Phelps
3632 S.W. Churchill
Topeka, Kansas 66604
home: 785-233-4162

Rebekah Phelps-Davis and Chris Davis-Phelps
1216 S.W. Cambridge
Topeka, Kansas 66604
home: 785-272-7741

Shirley Phelps-Roper and Brent Roper-Phelps
Sam Phelps-Roper
3640 S.W. Churchilll
Topeka, Kansas 66604
home: 785-273-1445/273-0277/272-1619
Shirley’s work: 785-233-4162
Brent’s work (Foot Locker) 785-273-0068

Jonathan and Paulette Phelps
840 S.W. Watson
Topeka, Kansas 66606
Jonathan’s work: 785-233-4162
Elizabeth Phelps
2001 S.W. 2nd Street
Topeka, Kansas 66606
home: 785-234-9694
work: 785-233-0822

Abigail Phelps
3636 S.W. Churchill
Topeka, Kansas 66604
785-273-7262
work: 785-296-7709

Charles W. and Mary Hockenbarger
711 N.W. Page
Topeka, Kansas 66617
home: 785- 246-1567

Rachel Phelps Hockenbarger and Charles F. Hockenbarger
1284 S.W. Hillsdale
Topeka, Kansas 66604
home: 785-271-1619

Tim and LeAnn Phelps
3743 S.W. 12th Street
Topeka, Kansas 66604
home: 785-273-4780
Tim’s work: 785-291-5100
Leann’s work: phone: 785-233-4162

Theresa Davis
3632 S.W. 12th Street
Topeka, Kansas 66604
work: 785-291-700

Hello friends!

I bet you all thought I disappeared, but no, I am back, and i will be back better than ever.  We will be renovating this entire website very soon, as Tripod decided to upgrade their services, including mine!!  I've got more space than ever before, we are talking a 4,000 percent increase in storage space and 25 times as much bandwidth, so I can make this place fancy! 

Oh yeah, I registered (impulse buy) a domain, as well, soon this will be a part of www.jm1fc3s.com.  I will be going automotive with tutorials, tech tips, random tidbits, and other fun things, as I begin to delve deeper into this fascination of mine.  Very shortly I will be going heavy duty with racing, repairing, and reworking EVERYTHING.

First I will be revamping the home page, with updated everything!  All of the old will be out of here and I will be using some software I gained awhile ago to make this website streamlined and beautiful, with Flash buttons and everything.  No simple screwed up text and plenty of nonsense.

Hang on tight because this is something old for me, but with a very new twist.

 

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I suppose updating on my life wouldn't be bad, either.  I'm currently working at Sturm's, in the shipping department on 2nd shift (which is 6PM-6AM).  The job is nice, and the pay is good, the people... interesting.  I'm spending most of my time moving palettes on one form of conveyance or another.  It does mess up my sleep cycles, though, since it's... about 3:45AM right now.

 

Essay
I started my education at Michigan Technological University in the fall of 2005.  As a bright eyed freshman, I was ready to take on my aspirations of being a computer engineer.  As I began to travel the path of a CPE, I took many classes, including literature, basic engineering fundamentals and calculus, among other things.  I greatly enjoyed many of my non-major courses more than my programming course, which I was floundering in, and I decided to switch my major in my second semester to something I felt better suited my skills, mechanical engineering.

As I began my studies for a mechanical engineer, it became obvious to me I was doing something I enjoyed, but not what I truly wanted to do.  Nevertheless, I continued my studies through the horribly depressing winter, doing my best not to lose my mind in the great white (which is really more gray) North.  I don't know if it was the winter, or just me, but I was not thinking straight, and sometimes it was all I could do to get out of bed and go to class.  Again, my grades left much to be wanted, but I wanted to give it another shot in the fall of 2006.

Come fall of 2006, I had a revelation, I decided I was going to switch my major a second time, but I didn't know what to.  In the meantime, I tried to do better in the courses I struggled previously, but for whatever reason, I could not.  It was then I finally sought counseling for my depression, and it put my mind at ease about a lot of stress in my life.  I also decided then that I would take a semester off for a reevaluation of my goals. Before the semester was out, I decided I was going to apply to U.W Stevens Point and become a history teacher, my most favorite of all subjects ever taught.

All of my grades in history related classes in high school and college have been great, I love learning, I love the thought of passing on knowledge, as well.  I really want to teach because all through my life teachers have had some of the biggest impact on me.  And history, unlike many other subjects, doesn't change, but it grows.

I know my previous college terms left a lot to be wanted, but I want to try again.  I want to be someone that in many years a child will say, "Hey, didn't you think Mr. Trantow's Civil War lecture was really boring?"  And then further down the line say, "Mr. Trantow was an awesome teacher, he really liked what he taught, and I actually learned."  It is my belief that if a teacher is truly in love with what they teach, it will make it easier for the student to learn, as well.

It is with these closing words that I ask for my past college terms not be looked at as a student not learning, or failing, but as a student learning what they truly love, and where they truly belong, and for me, it's in history.

I passed!!!
I took my car to the police station and had it checked by the chief.  And I PASSED!!!!!  I am sooooooo happy!!!

I'm not dead yet.

I'm still very alive. I'm still very trying to find a job, too. I think I need to pump up my resume, but am too proud to admit it to anybody. Now with this soon to be citation, I'm in dire need of a job. I either pay a fine or buy some exhaust upgrades. Well, either way I'm getting the upgrade. I need to do it. I don't know exactly how much the fine will be, but I figure fixing the loudness will keep me from getting another, right?

Then there are my decisions.  Oh boy.  What do I want anymore?  I've had nearly four weeks to think about it, and I barely have.  Every day I'm home, I feel like I'm imagining less and less.  I've stopped looking at my whole picture, just looking at what I'm doing at that moment.  I don't have a reason to look ahead.  I'm just laying about like a bump on a log.  I loathe it!  I hate this situation!  I think I need a job, like badly.  And I need money to pay because the possibility of more money being flushed away is looming overhead like a storm on the seas.  

I know things won't just happen, but how can one force a thought?  I just can't keep waiting.  Hopefully I'll have this squared away before too long. 

And my messed up fingernail still feels funny. 

Here's a good joke for you:

What involves two squad cars, two cops, and flashing lights?

The punchline:

Two cops were parked in front of the station I have to pass on my way home, I didn't see them right away.  I was just putzing up the road, minding my own business and I see one pull out, then the other -and quick-, "Oh shit..." I say.  A block from my house, red and blue lights start flashing and I pull over and hit my fuel cut and radar kill, and turn the car off.  

...that's what I get.  :(

30 days til I get inspected, so I've got to find at least a presilencer, if not stock catback and presilencer...

A Michigan state trooper had a reason to pull me over and didn't even ticket for the exhaust.  It was just two cops either wanting to mess with me or see if I was drunk and were using the exhaust as the excuse, because I was driving too well.  It's not that loud at 1800 RPM, but loud enough, I guess.

Grr...

A collection is born?

When I went and tried to rotate my tires last weekend, something amazing happened.  The frame crumpled.  Yes, you heard it right, the area I was jacking my car up on was so weakened by rust, it caved in.  I knew I had to do something about it fast, here is my solution:

http://www.rx7club.com/showthread.php?t=591439

 

I've already talked the guy down to $175 and it's only an 8 hour drive from Manawa.  Why buy this one when their are others in Wisconsin?  Easy, this one is great looking, low miles on the chassis, paint is in decent second gen shape (good thing I know a guy with a body shop), the brake rotors haven't been sitting in dirt for months or years (like they do in salvage yards), no rust, and a good interior.  It also has another full set of tires.

The plan: swap my motor and transmission.  Think of it as a heart tansplant, my cars current body can no longer live, too much abuse, but the heart works great, so we're going to give the heart to a new car, and have fun with it.  It'll give me a good idea on how to really own a RX-7, because swapping motors is what we get good at.  

And my baby, my current car, I don't know what I'll do with the remains, but she may live again. 

Hello, friends.

It's been awhile, hasn't it?  I mean, gosh, a month?  Whatever it is, it's long enough for everyone to go, "God, I hope he isn't dead."  I'm not.  I'm just getting ready for finals.

Last week I moved a bunch of big stuff out of the room, leaving some clothes, games, and my laptop.  I've been working on some stuff for Spanish lately, getting reports written and all that jazz.  That's about it.

I can't wait to get away from Cory, he is an annoying little woman, "I really want to go, but I don't think I should," shut the hell up, just do it or shut up.  And if you're going to a party, don't chant the name of the house over and over again seven hours before you MIGHT go.  Chances are, he will not go to any parties because as hard as he tries, he's a social outcast, relegating himself to said status.  I go to a party, I make conversation, I make people laugh, I make women swoon and men jealous; Cory goes and drops a stupid joke and talks about the good ol' soccer days and plays beer pong (his saving grace).  Apparently you need to play a game to get drunk in college, don't ask me why, but it's some sort of unwritten rule or something.  You can't just talk and drink, you have to play a game and drink, talking is strictly forbidden.  While I would talk, drink, refill; Cory's tactic is toss a ball, toss a ball, toss a ball, drink, refill, toss, toss, toss, toss,sip, sip, drink, refill...  He waits too long to commence beerification, using some stupid game to get wasted.  He plays beer pong, I played drink.  My game is much more fun. 

To me, Cory's a party pooper, I guess.  I don't really like partying with him, which is why I've only done it once.  And as a roommate, he's not much better.  He's kind of a girl.  He's vain, drinks from his water bottle like a calf at a teat, and, most importantly, thinks I'm some sort of moron for having known things.  For instance, last year his back had been giving him problems and I told him a few things he could do to help alleviate a few issues, he decided not to heed my warnings and ended up hurting his back more, then going to the doctor, finding out what I told him was correct, being given exercises and orders not to lift anything heavy, not doing the exercises, lifting heavy things, and guess what, more back problems.  

He can't spell worth a lick, either.  Don't even get me started on that.  I just can't wait, that's all I'm saying.