Okay, so my last post wasn't exactly detailed. Gimme a break! I was fried.

Anyway, last night after the fiesta, I kept thinking about little pre-pubic 7th and 8th graders thinking that they're so hard. Why are there little girls parading around in backless tops and super low-hip jeans? Why are there little wannabe thugs thinking that they're so hard RIDING in a car that belongs to an older "homie." These voices aren't even deep enough to swear. Yet they swear more than I do. I hate the fact that they have to "start shit" with other people because they're so damn hard. They care about what other people think because they probably can't think for themselves. Okay, maybe I've been in that stage for a little bit. I learned how dumb I was trying to impress people. I found out that they don't really notice or even care. Being flashy only gets you a "Wow!" Anybody remember that from gospelite? heh heh. I do.

Enough of an annoyed Mark, no one likes a meanie-face. Moving on...

Ariel and I sat and talked about an idea that we hope materializes. He stumbled upon the notion that we should have an Saint Dom's Youth formal. How often can us leaders dress up and be bling-bling for a night? Keep in mind it's just an idea for now. Since we're on the subject of SDYM, my bloggerific life might be hosted at sdym.org! What better place to be hosted by other than your own church? (needless to say that www.ravedigital.com or www.freeq.org are bad places...) I'll keep you posted when the move comes about.

Oh, I helped my fellow leader and good buddy, Gail put up her blog. Be sure to visit her.

My mind has been emptied out. It doesn't take much does it? heh heh. Hopefully a thought might pop up later. Until then, sign the guestbook! (i'm thinking about changing it though...500 characters isn't enough...bleh)