WARNING!!

Because my mom loves me so much she asked me to put a warning on my highly offensive blog. the following blog post has been rated NC-17 and M for teen partying (battle school joke) and loads of sexual content. she has also pointed out that a parental advisory will make people assume that parents will not also be offended. so just so you know. if you're 10 or 100, you'll be offended. or you'll laugh your head off. and here we go, MAJOR WARNING! THE FOLLOWING POST CONATAINS THE WORD....dare i say it? HORNY! but seriously. if you are easily offended, as in, have been offended by me in the past, please don't read the following post. please, seriously. you'll be upset. so anyway, there you go. you have been forewarned. now read on! if you dare...and by the way, you are allowed to send me angry E-mails. thank you,

Chris

It's rant time because...SEXUAL PURITY ISN'T JUST A CHICK THING!!

And if anyone wants to argue, i'd be more then happy to smash your face in with a rubber duck. the reason that i want to rant is that lately i have been doing study on dating and christian relationships and all that good junk. no, i'm not gonna tell you exactly why i'm studying this. but come on, there's millions of chicks on earth, and just statistically speaking they can't ALL hate me. so why not study up? but anyway i was looking at the book Boundaries in Dating by Dr. Henry Cloud & Dr. John Townsend. i know it's a lame sounding name. and i'm sure half of you are now laughing. but that's my problem. this is NOT just a chick thing. i wanna be pure too. but this is what really upsets me. i picked up this book and looked in the table of contents and skipped to "Set Appropriate Physical Limits". again for my own reasons i skipped to this part. so i started reading. it went kind of like this. "hmmm...interesting point...yeah, i agree with that...uh huh, sure, whatever...wait a minute, i will never date a him, what the heck are you talking about!" i noticed something that really, REALLY bothered me. almost this whole part of this book was written as if it was only to girls! all talking about "him" and what to do if he says "if you love me you'll do it" and stories about tragic relationships where HE took advantage. wait a minute...where the heck is the part of the book for ME! this talks about how bad women feel after they've lost their virginity. it talks about how often WOMEN get betrayed. and it only talks about us guys as if we're EVIL! and this is what really bugs me. it never mentions a single story about how a guy had sex before marriage and felt like crap. who was weighed down by guilt. no, only the chicks. so a few assumptions can be made from this, either guys feel great after sex whether within marriage or out of it and we have no earthly consequences. or this book, and every other resource on sexual purity, is written for girls.

i think once upon a time a group of people who were upset by the world of young people's lack of abstinence got together and made a plan. they decided to get girl SOO worried about getting pregnant. and SOO SOO worried about gettting AIDS. and make them all aware of the guilt and feeling of violation that comes from sex outside of marriage that no girl on earth would never have sex until they had been married five years and prayed about it extensively and read 10 books on the subject. not that that's bad but the plan has two MAJOR loopholes. (1) not every girl is christian and willing to commit to abstinence, despite the popular myth that only guys have problems with lust and sex and that girls are just victims. and (2) NOBODY PLANNED TO TELL THE GUYS ANYTHING!!! i love the book Not even a hint Joshua Harris (he has several good books.) bevause it's great for guys too! yeah the cover looks a bit girly but the content is good! but it's very upsetting to me that almost every single christian thing out there trying to keep people from having sex before marriage is written for chicks! and it tells horrible stories about how chicks have had their hearts ripped out of their chest by big evil guys who come and "replace love with sex." isn't that tragic. well the only thing there that keeps me from wanting to have sex is that it makes me feel guilty for being male. if only i were female, maybe then i wouldn't be an evil, sex crazed rapist. BUT I'M NOT!!! every singly book is written like that and it makes me angry. i'm one angry, angry hippo.

and to continue my rant even the books that aren't like that are like "how to" guides on how to survive in a relationship where your signifigant other is pressuring you. now where are the books for us 16 year old christian guys who cannot, no matter how hard we pray or try to be holy, cannot deny the fact that we are simply extremely horny! sorry to be blunt there, i'm sure a whole bunch of jaws just dropped but it will do you good to get some excercise, get up, get your jaw of the floor and finish reading my rant. (OH MY GOD, HE SAID HORNY!!) i know for a fact that the only thing a cold shower does is make you wet and cold. neither one is enjoyable. so anyway, this is my cry out for some one to write a good masculine book for all us guys. i don't give a crap if you're politically correct (i'm not...) all i want is honesty and help and non-chickness! because the desire for sexual purity is not just a chick thing. i don't now about other guys but i personally would like to be a pure and holy offering to God. but even though this may be blaspheme i just want to see the stupidest thing God ever did was make us all horny from the age of 13 but not allow to have sex until marriage. and the way society works now i'm not getting married until 21! HOW WILL I SURVIVE!

so anyway, i'm happy now. i think i vented all my frustrations. i'm still a little bit ticked. but whatever, i'm like that. and as well as a call out for some cool book help i always want some friends. i come home and it feels like every one i know has joined the darkside. that's how it feels but i think it's not them who switched sides, it's me. so being the only light side jedi around i feel lonely, and i have no one to watch my back. so just a quick call out for someone, anyway. someone who doesn't have a log in their eye who can help me pick the splinters out of mine. so yeah, i think i just lost some readers, i know my grandparents are probably freaked. i've been told lately that my blog is offensive, and that some people won't allow their children to read it. so just a warning now. my blog is rated NC-17 or if you're a gamer it's rated M (Mature). because it's my blog and i put what i want on it. there are times when i want to rail against things that piss me off. and there are time when i want to write very bluntly about sex. so here's my whole rant in a nut shell, this is what really set me off. the way the books and everything makes it sound, there is no earthly consequence for premarital sex for guys. so if you're a young stud looking for fun why not? well i'm against that so i will glare and blog and say GRRR really loud! but it is hard because if you've ever asked me my favorite thing about living in Estonia you will know my immediate answer is "the girls". they're geourgous and friendly. and that's why dumb brits come and take advantage of them. but that's a rant for another day...

so anyway, i'm pretty much one now. i'm gonna go back to studying dating for my own reasons. and please pray for me on friday (tomorrow). God knows why. i want to say a thank you to Kristie for commenting, whenever i've asked for feedback it's almost always her who responds. and almost always ONLY her. so thank you, you make the rest of my readers look bad. ;-) so there's another fairly long post about nothing at all. i don't know why i've been blogging so much all of a sudden. i think it's 'cause i didn't for a while. i forget how nice it is to unload on my blog...anyway, gotta go, Cya!!

P.S. i was serious about a christian guy friend who i can talk to about junk like this.
E-mail me: chrisjohnclark@juno.com
MSN me: kurisu_dude@yahoo.com
call me: 56469016

Oh, how i love coments...;-)

Comments rock! and where do comments come from? YOU! so therefore you must also rock! like my logic? i thought so. anyway, life's not too interesting here. i spent today doing what i do best, babysittig. even though i didn't get to sit on Peter much it was still fun. i personally don't think my last blog post was that great, i was just making a connection between how the Seekers (evil aliens) from Advent rising and satan make me feel. but thanks for commenting. i love to know who's reading, because sometimes i could swear i'm writing to myself, which isn't bad, just more boring. so, g'day, how could i not know who you are, love and miss you Lisa! Lisa is/was my super rockin' cool battle school seargent this summer. she tried to keep me out of trouble, but she didn't always suceed. but that's simply because i love startig trouble! anyway, i've been thinking about battle school alot lately (as in today) and missing it, ALOT! on friday it will be 2 weeks since i left battle school and all my friends there. part of why i was missing battle school is because i watched MVP (Most Valuable Primate) today with my brother and sister. the basics of the story is there's a hockey team in canada that sucks, as in really, really sucks. and then a monkey (excuse me, chimp) comes and saves the team, who go on to a big tournament and kick butt. and since this was a canadian hockey team the tournament took place at general motors place, Vancouver. about a 15-20 minute walk from where i lived. and about a 2 minute walk from where i played soccer and got my butt kicked at jujitsu (miss ya Brent). so anyway, that's about it, just missing battle school. someday i'll go back to canada and hunt down all my friends. even though to actually hunt them all down i'll have to go to Australia and America and who knows where else.

anyway, i'm waiting for a nerd to comment on my other blog! i'm loving writing this review for Advent Rising, and i'm in love with the game, but i want feedback! i know i'm not the only person connected with this blog who owns an X-box. and by the way, if you're to lazy to go check out my other blog through my profile here's and actually link:www.progamer4christ.blogspot.com so now you have no excuse, unless you hate me/video games/X-box/everything. or just don't care. and also, for all my friends in Estonia, i've been thinking about how much i would LOVE to have an income of my own, because my parents aren't exactly generous as much as i'd like. so if anyone in Estonia would like to give me a job, any job, i would be most interested. the number's 56469016. i'm cheap labor at it's best, come on, you can't resist that! or, i've considered 2 other forms of income. (1) putting adds on my blog. i'd get money every time one of you clicks on my adds (CLICK PLEASE!!). but then the only problem is i'm defacing my blog. my blog is supposed to be a free, public experience. like a library. and it looks so pretty as it is so why mess it up? anyway, i want feedback on this, as my readers tell me, would you be upset if i had adds on my blog? let me know, comment, e-mail, send a mail bomb...whatever. so the other option i've considered (2) write articles for magazines. i'm already writing, it's what i'm doing now. and every says they love my writing (if you really just feel bad for me let me know, i can take it) and plus i won the YS (young salvationist magazine) creativity contest that one year with my story about porn. they payed well. maybe i should start writing articles for YS and other christian youth magazines. i already like to write. and people already read my writing. so why not? anyway, FEEDBACK! what do you think? you guys do effect my decisions. so let me know what you think. my e-mail is chrisjohnclark@juno.com by the way. in case you were wondering...(WRITE ME!!!)

so i'm also happy for one importan reason. i'm almost over jetlag! it's 4:03 pm and i'm not tired! the last few days i've been exuasted this time of day! but today...i feel good! i'm awake, i'm happy, the sun is shining, the sky is beautiful...oh yeah! anyway, the exitement is overwhelming, and i need to go now because i have school work to do. Cya all later!

Hey, blogging about nothing and everything here...how are you? (aliens and sin. is there a connection?)

I'm going to tell you what i've been thinking about today. Everything and nothing. Sound exciting? It sure is. Let me explain, i've had a lot on my mind today but since i'm still really tired and really jet lagged and have done nothing all day except lie around, play with the siblings, and do some chores. Exciting, as i said earlier, is the only word to describe it. So most of the day i was thinking about nothing. And some of the day i was thinking about EVERYTHING! And by everything i mean every. Yes, including monkeys, heists, chicken nuggets, kohupiim, verivorst...the list goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on! But anyway here is how one of my little sessions of thought went. "how come nothing interesting ever happens to me? I mean, i've never even had a close family member or significent other killed in front of me by aliens! how boring a life i must have. it would be so cool if as i screamed 'NOOO!!!' a significent other was killed and then i'd go on a mad rampage of judgement against the alien race. man...i've been playing to much Advent Rising." so that was my joking around thinking but then i did the stupid thing i always do. i started to REALLY think. and i thought about how not cool it would be to see someone i loved killed. and how though it may look cool in the vid games to shoot the crap out of anything that moves...well, i just don't believe real life would be so fun.

and then i got to the serious deep thinking junk and it hit me. i HAVE seen friends, family and way to many young attractive females (so what would be potential significent others) shot down right in front of my eyes. but not by anything human. oh no. and not alien either. well, some might consider it alien. i've seen them shot down by sin. ouch! that's the worst! shot down in the high point of victory. so anyway, that was my general thought process and then it hit me. (things kept hitting me today, so i should probably be in pain) how come when i thought about aliens killing my loved ones i was ready go grab a gun a spill some blood? but when i thought about all the people i care about shooting themselves in the foot with their own sin...i sighed in defeat? what's with that? and then that hit me. (more hitting, this could get violent...) i sigh in defeat because i know that just as much as i've watched people i care about get shot down by their own sin they've all watched me get blasted by mine. i know that just as much as the world needs saving i need it too. so then i decided something (or you could say it hit me, but that's getting old) i'm gonna sharpen up my sword and do some fighting. there's an evil "alien" empire attacking earth and we're sitting on our swords pulling out the enemies weapons and shooting ourselves! that's upsetting! therefore i'm gonna sharpen up my sword and jump into the thick of the fray! maybe throw a few Monty Python holy hand grenades...that type of thing. so anyway, there's another post i'm quite sure why i blogged. but now it's time to suit up and move out! or get a good night's rest so i can suit up and move out tommorow, yeah, i *yawn* like that last one. so good night, suit up and Cya in the thickest!

Advent Rising! Plus other stuff on my first full day back...

See that picture there? see that cool dude with the H.A.Z.E. gun and the hot chick? that would be me. Gideon Wyeth with my fiancee Olivia. on my other blog (accesible through my profile) i am now going to start reviewing this game from beggining to end. starting with an exciting encouter with aliens that turns into all out earth invasion and ending with...well, i haven't played that far yet. but anyway, if you own an X-box i would suggest reading my review and then picking up Advent Rising. i've played it for an hour and fell MADLY in love with it. it's like a first person shooter in third person. and flick targeting, and cool guns, and sweet enemies and...read my review. anyway, i know not all of you care about video games so soak up that wicked cool picture while i tell you about how life is being back in estonia so far.

yesterday, sunday, i started my first day back in estonia. i woke up aroud 9ish (a.m.) and got on my uniform and went to church. it was great to see everyone again. Evelin was the only one to give me a hug though :'-( and i went to the market to visit Anneli at work and she was slightly weirded out to see me (i'm still trying to figure out her reaction). so everything went well there. saw old friends. got to give my testimony (in english, sorry, i've been gone 2 months!) and got to show off my estonian skills. everyone was quite impressed. then i came home and unpacked. and as i unpacked i found gifts to impart upon my family. and don't worry my many female friends, i have gifts for you too ;-) then as my family watched some herbie the love bug remake (which would have put my jet lagged brain into a complete stasis. in other words put me to sleep from boredom.) i set up my good old X-box (i love you X-box) and stuck in Advent Rising and fell in love. then i tore myself away from blasting seekers and played zigity with my dad and sister for an hour and then watched monk until i was on the verge of passing out from exuastion.

then i passed out on my bed only to be awakened at 4 a.m. by a cowardly and upsetting attack. a moth, rather small, about the size of my palm, divebombed into my face in the middle of the night, scaring me half to death and causing me to jump out of bed and spend half an hour with a bag of rubber bands trying to shoot it down. i finally did get it. the poor sucker of course was attracted to the light and so it was simple matter of luring him into a position where i could shoot his guts out. the fact that it took half an hour is due only to the fact that i was exuasted and my aim isn't as good as it used to be. and plus that was a tough moth! i hit it four times before it went down! that thins was tough! so anyway, now that i'm done bragging about how i shot down a defenseless moth i'll tell you why an hour and a half later i was back awake. i've decided that i want to try to wake up at 6 every morning to have devotions. that way i know no one will bug me. i can turn off my mobile phone, and my whole family is asleep. so this morning i woke up at 6 and had a really nice devotions time. that's one thing i'll miss about battle school is the war room, a place where i knew i could be alone, well usually. here in this apartment...loneliness is never a problem! but anyway, i'm gonna go write up that review on Advent Rising now. i'll probably try to blog more later, anyway Cya!!

Haha! My mom makes me laugh! Halo, Mature, 17+, HAHA!!

hello, and welcome to my little rant at my mom. i came home last night and so far have been doing quite well, well i mean besides the constant "you have no idea how much we sacrificed for you" guilt trips. and now after a nice time at church seeing all my old friends and enjoying excercising my estonian (every is very impressed) i came home and started bestowing presents upon the populace of my home. a sword for peter, some stickers and a really soft pillow for elizabeth, phase 10 for my dad, and piles of junk food for my mom. then as i was unpacking my mom noticed that i had picked up the one game that i knew would cause problems. "Halo? Isn't that bad? look! it's rated M! that means 17+, you're 16!" yeah i'm well aware of my age. just as i'm well aware of the fact that that's a great game, played by all ages, that was only 10 bucks used. how could i resist? i personally am in love with the Halo multiplayer. i thought star wars:battle front had some fun ways to kill your friends...but Halo! Halolujah! anyway, my mom has confiscated my Halo game until further notice (january 9th, 2007 the day i turn 17) which throws a wrench in my plans for my other blog, the much neglected christian progamer blog. i was planning to (this is so cool) play a mission of Halo every day and then blog about it. blog about how much fun i'd had blasting the covenent. how appropriate the stuff had been. and other things. because that's the purpose ofr my other blog, to write christian reviews. and what review is better than a play by play one? i don't know if it's ever been done before but i like the idea. but anyway, now for the next few months i can't touch my beautiful Halo. but i'm not too worried because i bought 4 other games (Advent Rising, Star Wars:Republic Commando, LOTR:The Fellowship of The Ring, and Star Wars:Obi Wan)and it's roughly 4 months. it takes me maybe a month to finish most games, depending on how much time i have so...perfect! and i think i could review Advent Rising and Republic Commando too. why not right? so anyway, i hope you like my cool picture of The Master Chief (thats me in Halo, which my mom confiscated ='-( sad) but i should go now. by the way, i have no idea what ign.com is, i just googled Halo and got that cool pic. so if it's some freaky site...don't yell at me! anyway, gotta go, Cya!!

Passport? Nah, who needs one of those? (ME!)

"Crap, where's my passport?!?!" that was what i yelled yesterday as i was just about to check in my luggage at logan airport. after standing in line for at least an hour i had finally caught up to the front of the line and was about to go through when i noticed something. something was missing...could it be my...PASSPORT!!! crap, crap, crap, crap, etc...so anyway, i'll tell you yesterday's story from the beggining, not the end. by the way, here's a joke for ya. where in the bible does it talk about baseball? genesis 1:1 "in the big inning..." hahaha, LAME-O!! sorry. i love my jokes. so in the big inningm or beginning, of my day i woke up on the couch at my uncle andy's house going "aghahgahg!! let me sleep a little more..." which of course my aunt didn't let me do, so i got up, showered, clothed and packed. well actually, my aunt packed most of my stuff. that's what i love about being here, i don't have to do anything. but anyway, we finally got out the door and started the long trip to logan airport. from Sanford ME to Boston MA. it was fun, me and my aunt talked about all sorts of junk, payed for almost all the tolls with my uncle's EZ-pass, and just had fun. we then got to the airport in high spirits, ready for adventure. and of course when i go somewhere ready for adventure i find it! i had hoped for nothing more exciting then having to run across the runway, jump on a plane and smash a side window in order to jump in and get a good window seat. either that or single handedly fighting off an army of terrorists. but sadly, neither one happened. instead i got in line and waited, and waited, and waited some more. for a little while i waited alone because my aunt was in the bathroom, which was an adventure in itself for her because just finding it was a challenge. so as i waited i listened to nightwish. i mean, come on, if 'm gonna live across from finland i better study up on their coolest band (BOO to H.I.M., YAY to NightWish!! I LOVE TARJA TURUNEN!!) and plus they have some great travel songs, "The Wayfarer" and "Wanderlust" are awesome. and i must admit, i am a victim of so called "Wanderlust". i hate staying in one city/state/province/country/planet for to long. it makes me nuts. that's why i need to move to pluto, boldly go where no crazy teenage salvo has gone before!

anyway, now that i'm off topic i think i might go back to my story. rewind...so, i'm in line waiting and then my aunt comes back and i turn off my NightWish (awww) and we chat and since she's traveled all over everywhere since before i was born and is the queen of travel she has a few tricks up her sleeves. my aunt is so cool...but anyway, so we put my luggage off to the side while i waited in line which your not technically allowed to do but hey, they don't say you can't they just don't say you can. just like no one told me not to use to much italics. but anyway, italics are fun. so then now with my luggage off to the side and me keeping a nice eye on them me and my aunt were free to talk and move through the line without haveing to push heavy bags through with us. so as we were deep in discussion about different things, swapping travel stories, joking and laughing i we weren't paying much attention and i'm not sure if we acutally did cut some lady or not, we were being pretty careless and without bags in a line full of people with big bags it's easy to cut without noticing if you're not paying attention. so maybe we did, maybe we didn't but some lady freaked, saying "you cut me, ROAR!! BLA BLA EVIL WORDS!! ANGRY FACE!!" and like i said my aunt is tough and cool and she wasn't about to take that. i would have backed down partly because i'm a wimp and partly because only an idiot fights in an airport. so my aunt and this random lady had world war 3, 4 and 5 in 10 minutes and of course my aunt come out the victor. no one messes with the women in my family. i've been living with my mom for 16 years and spent tons of time with my aunts and no one, i repeat NO ONE can take them down. believe me, i've tried.

now that me and my aunt were all stressed from all the fighting my aunt turned to me and said "Chris, we're almost to the end of the line, get your tickets and passport out" "...ummm...CRAP!" passport? do i really need that? i mean come on...please...passport? where are you!! so since i couldn't find my passport me and my aunt tore apart my three bags right in the middle of the airport. no passport. we called my aunt and uncle who i'd been staying with, they tore apart the house, no passport. we tore apart everything we could tear apart and still...NO PASSPORT! so the unthinkable happened. i missed my flight. i told the people at the desk i didn't have passport and they said no passport no flight (duh) but because of all the terrorist crap that's happening with British Airways they are allowing people to change their flights for free until september 1st. so i'm getting brand new tickets for friday. crap. not when i wanted to be flying but hey, that was the best i could do. oh yeah. and i found the passport in my aunts glove compartment (in the car that we didn't drive that day. crap.) so i have my passport and i will be back and jet lagged in Estonia by sunday. and that's definite. i hope. anyway i want to throw out a HAPPY BIRTHDAY for Liis Yprus because friday was supposed to be her birthday party, but since i'm gonna be in the air on friday it will be very hard to come. sorry Liis! i'll see you soon! but anyway, i need to go now, i'll see you all soon. and keep reading my blog becausei still haven't written much about battle school or my other travel adventures yet. but anyway, until then, TSAU!!

Random fun on the streets! (God, i love Vancouver!)

it's really late, as in like 2 am late. or really early depending how you look at it. whatever. but anyway i have a little story to tell you about tonight that is really cool. it all started right before i WANTED to go to bed. i was just lying down when i thought the most commonly thought thing here in Battle School, "Where's Eddie?" as our youngest Battle Schooler and also as the only guy who's been picked up by the police for being out at night alone in the worst part of town we are always looking out for him, and he's always dissapearing. so just as i was about to lay down my head in my comfy soft bed i thought the thought and decided i needed to find out. Eddie had in fact been missing a large portion of the day, supposedly people knew where he was but i didn't and so being paranoid like i am i decided to check it out. he was supposed to be in the War Room from 8-11, it was now like 11:30. so i decided to go check and see if the little dude was there. and if he wasn't i was gonna run through the streets screaming until i did find him. and just as i walked out i saw our super cool B.S.S. (Battle School Seargent) Lisa coming from hanging out with some War College people and i asked her if she wished to join me on my mighty crusade to find "The Ed". she did. therefore we went to the empress hotel where the war room is (the war room is a 24/7 prayer room, just so ya know) and after climbing to the 5th floor (darn broken elavator) we knocked on the door. nothing happened. knocekd again. nothing happened. rapped on the door nice and loud. nothing happened. rapped as HARD and LOUD as i could. something happened. heard movement inside and Eddie answered the door bleary eyed and mumbling something about not falling asleep on his shift but really wanting to get home 'casue he was exuasted. so i took over the war room for the last bit of hist shift, until Lisa would be cool enough to come and relieve me. so i had a cool mini shift (normal shifts are 3 hours) and prayed, and put up a prayer request, and did sniper prayers for random people using the binoculars. and basicly had loads of fun. then Lisa came a knock, knock, knocking at my door and i let her in and, now free, bolted down 5 flights of stairs in a mad dash for my bed.

after jumping out of the door and running down the street i finally made it to the house and then the cool part came. i had just unlocked the gate and was just randomly looking down the street when i saw a guy. this guy was doing something between sitting and lying down, and apparently smashing his head against the sidewalk. well i could tell my friend here was not happy but just then that annoying little fight started as it always does. "Chris, go help the guy, talk to him, he looks like he needs help-God" "no Chris, leave him, it's not your problem and you're sooo tired anyway. go up to your nice warm bed. mmmm...bed...-satan" "no, no, no, seriously Chris, i want to help this guy. go up to him.-God" "Chris...you're not technically allowed to be out alone, and it's really late. it's dangerous. and you've got no one to cover your back if something goes wrong...-satan" "Chris, i'm here to cover your back, buck up your faith and move out-God" "Yessir!-Me" so after that fun little debate i shut the gate and put the keys in my pocket. and i walked purposefully up to my friend on the sidewalk, kneeled down and said "Sir, are you okay?" his answer was rather incoherent and once he finally looked up at me i saw that almost everyone single one of his teeth was missing and he was either drunk out of his skull or just about sky high on something. so i repeated myself, "sir, are you okay?"
"where am i...?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.
"Vancouver, downtown eastside, on Main street"
"Man, i'm a long way from home..." came the slurred, but pained, response
"i know what you mean" I miss you Estonia...
he then went back to lying facedown on the ground so i said "want some help up?"
"sure, that'd be great"
i reached down and pulled him up and to my great surprise he did stand but answered my further inqueries into his health and whether or not i could help him in any way with long and loud "unnhnhhnhhhh"s which was pretty annoying, so i stood there for 5 minutes as he continued to stand and "unnnnhnhnhhh" and then bade him a very good night and went off to bed. it sucks i couldn't do more for him. so now here i am blogging about it. i need to sleep. but first i need to get a little bit of homework out of the way. i am officially recruiting you all for war college here in the downtown eastside of Vancouver. what people call one of the crappiest places on earth i have learned to love. come. it's worthwhile. but anyway, i need to go to sleep before i pass out. 'night all!

"HomeWork, just a little HomeWork tonight..." (My Personal Mission Statement!)

hello all, this is homework that was meant to be done a while ago, but screw that, i'm a born procrastinater, and better late than never, eh? see, the darn canadians are effecting me...eh? so yeah, i have to post my personal mission statement on my blog. it's not the greatest personal mission statement, in fact it may be the worst. it was MY mission statement that prompted Captain Stephen Court to give us more homework. see, i'm proud of that. but anyway, i love Steve Court. so here's my Mission Statement.

My Personal mission statement is to:

Be the best servant of God i can be. To always follow his will and obey his commands. To always be willing to follow the Lord, no matter the cost!

And my verses are:

1 Samuel 15:22 "But Samuel replied, "What is more pleasing to the Lord: your burnt offerings and sacrifices or your obedience to his voice? Obedience is far better than sacrifice. Listening to him is much better than offering the fat of rams."
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Matthew 20:26-28 "But among you it shoulde be quite different. Whoever wants to be a leader among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must become your slave. For even I, the Son of Man, came here not to be served but to serve others, and to give my life as a ransom for many."

yay me!! now doesn't that rock? Steve Court doesn't love it but, hey, as Brent says "all have fallen short of the glory of Stephen Court" anyway, i'm off to bed now, 'night!

believe it or not i'm...alive!! ahhh!!!

i've been at battle school for what feels like an eternity and i'm loving it. i'm sorry i haven't blogged or e-mailed most of you, it's just really hard to get to a computer long enough to blog. i'm gonna try to give it all to you in a nut shell. okay, here we go. B.S., fun, air force, ground force, street combat, isiah 61:4, 614, Brent, Jordan, Eddie, birthday, salvation army, drugs, needles, danger, more fun, soccer, water balloon fights, bonus blessings, war room, prayer, and one never ending party. did any of that make sense to you? well to bad, that's battle school. okay, i'll explain a little. well as much as i have time for. first of all you all know what B.S. stands for right? i mean everyone knows that, right? if you don't know i'm not even gonna tell you. you must be really stupid. don't you know that B.S. stands for Battle School? i mean it has nothing at all to do with bulls...right? well anyway that's our little joke, i say to my friend brent "yo brent, we've been at battle school for a few weeks now, so tell me, how are you feeling about B.S. (battle school)" and then he gets a real thoughtful look on his face and goes "well i'm loving B.S., i just can't get the taste of B.S. out of my mouth. i mean seriously, i love B.S. i just love the closeness and fellowship we have in B.S., it feels like B.S. is all around me." and then, trying not to laugh i cut in and say "yeah, i know what you mean, B.S. is a sweet smell i just can't get out of my nostrils. i must admit, i truly love B.S." then we laugh our heads off at the shocked expressions of those watching, because what else could B.S. stand for? it must be battle school. right?

i hope no one was offended by that last bit, we were asked to stop that little joke because our crazy leaders thought B.S. stood for bull st, but seriously, what sick mind would come up with that? anyway, i love battle school. i'm one of 4 other really cool battle schoolers. we have Eddie, who looks and acts ten but just turned fifteen. then Jordan, our only girl and loads of fun. and then Brent, the "modern day prophet". and me, the "Estonia boy". we've got it all at battle school. and we also have our own battle school seargent, Lisa, from austraulia. who keeps us all out of too much trouble. anyway, here at battle school we have many odd terms, such as air force, ground force, and street combat. no, none of these things involve killing anyone. that would get us in tons of trouble. air force is prayer walking, dropping bombs of prayer from our spiritual bombers, yup, thats air force. oh yeah, and what makes it cooler is we pray out loud so it can sometimes lead to street combat type encouters. and street combat, which is one of my personal favorites partly just 'cause of it's awesome name. but also it's walking around and talking to random people on the street and pray for them. which is wicked good fun, half the time you get cursed at and the other half you get someone thanking you. both halves are equally fun. then we also have ground force, which is basicly whatever manual labor our fearless leader (Johnathan Evans) has for us to do. we tore down wallpaper one time and scraped paint another and oh so many fun backbreaking things.

then we also have isiah 61 verse 4, which is our theme verse or whatever. because we're at the 614 corps, and so i need to tell you what the verse says. "They will rebuild ancient ruins, repairing cities long ago destroyed. They will revive them, though they have been empty for many years." (isaiah 61:4 NLT) so basicly we're here to rebuild the crud out of whatever gets in our way. because we're living in the worst part of canada, maybe even the worst part of north america, this is bad. drugs everywhere, watch your step for needles. and the police are almost powerless. it sucks. but i love it. i've made so many friends. there's fred, phil, matt, that guy at re:cr8 who's name i don't remember...there's so many. that's one thing, if you're down here helping people, like with the salvation army, then you're safe, you've got buddies all over. i can't walk down hasting without seeing a friend. and i'm not talking about other teenagers, i'm talking about my addict buddies. i love 'em to death. so yeah, that's what i do. and by the way, re:cr8 (prounounced like re create, as in to create again) is our little cafe we have thursdays to sundays were we have free coffee and tea and then juice and hot chocolate for a quarter. it's great. i absolutely love serving at re:cr8, something about walking up and saying "what would you like today sir?" and having them crack up that i called them sir. "i'll have a double-double" okay, two sugar, two cream, add coffee, stir, and...presto! it's coffee time!

now what else was there...ahh yes, oppenheimer park! the fortress of evil that we're tearing down stone by stone. oppenheimer park (or needle park as it's known by it's resident addicts) we're down there 5 days a week exocuting operation restoration, we're trying to win this park for god. first we did a jericho style walk around the walls for seven days and then scream. which was wicked fun because everyone stared at us. and basicly what we do there is incarnational ministry. in other words, we just be there. we pick up trash, play games, try to get kids to come because even the addicts are pretty respectful and won't do drugs around kids. and it's a park, it's supposed to be a place for kids to play. so we have loads of fun down at oppenheimer park. and i forgot to mention this, we also have...the war room, it's our awesome 24/7 prayer room, we all take 3 hour shifts and pray. i love it. they have this huge rack of CDs with everything from Matt Redman to P.O.D. which rocks. so you can get down to some serious intercession in there. i really love it. and i always try to secure the 11pm-2am shift on saturday 'cause that's 9-12 am on sunday morning in estonia. so my corps prays for me as i pray for them, it's a prayer party! and so if you want to pray for me and the rest of battle school as we pray for you e-mail me any prayer request and i can put it on our prayer wall and get all of 614 praying for you and all that coolness. and my e-mail is chrisjohnclark@juno.com.

but anyway i'm gonna go soon but i just want to tell you about 2 of my newest friends who i should write about because they will read this. first off there's marcjon. yes, it is the world's coolest name. prounounced like mark-john he goes to new westminster citadel corps and is wicked cool. we met him one sunday and brought him to re:cr8 and he's been hanging out with us ever since. he rocks. and then there's robyn. "rockin' robyn..." she's loads of fun, her 17 th birthday is on august 8th. and she's great to hang out with. she's really short so she reminds me of all my estonian girly friends. and she's just fun. she's been helping out ay re:cr8 too. we all love marcjon and robyn a lot. but anyway, i need to now. Cya!!