Monday, April 28, 2008

just thought you should know...

THE SPILL CANVAS CONCERT WAS AMAZING! it was nice to meet people that have made it fairly big, and are infact from little ol' sioux falls. i guess we aren't as dead-beat as once thought. and we don't live in teepees.

opening bands:
Avery
We All Have Hooks for Hands

p.s.
apparently nick thomas stopped by my mom's work to buy crafts with his girlfriend. if you don't know who nick is, take a wild guess and you'll prolly get it right...

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

txt here, txt there...

so... i'm sitting here txting maddy and half watching reaper. i have (thankfully) finished my homework and should prolly be getting in the shower, but what's the fun in that? i just thought i'd update, because the first entertaining thing has happened around me since the lifelight tour concert. okay, we have had a laundry chute in our bathroom since we moved in, but we've never used it. now we know why. my sister just trying to send to some of her clothes do the great abyss down below (not hell, my basement) and the clothes got stuck halfway there. unfortunately this created a little bit of a pickle for the rekkedahl family. my mom was ticked off, my sister was ticked off (cuz she was ticked at) and my brother was ticked off at the world and every ticked off person in it. but, being the little problem solver that he is, he casually went outside (not with out some cursing), grabbed part of the "easy step" cinder-block that him and the posse had demolished after school, and sent it down the chute with thunderous booms. needless to say, the clothes came out, but i don't think we'll be using that method of laundry washing ever again. maybe we'll leave a note for the next family that moves in. keep them from getting any seemingly smart ideas...

[just a little visual reference for those of you "dunder heads" out there. now just imagine it in peices...]

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Song of the Week

this is the lead singers thoughts on the song...

I'm not a theologian or a philosopher. I don't claim to know exactly how redemption works - I only know that it does work and that I want it to be working in my life. Sometimes people make the mistake of reading into lyrics. I honestly don't know a lot of the answers to these questions. There are three men that have inspired the lyrics to this album more then anyone else: David (my namesake, king, psalmist, failure), Jon Foreman and Clive Staples Lewis. There is a creature in one of C.S. Lewis' books that has these layers of scales that must be torn off in order to realize the intended life beneath the surface. Sometimes I feel like I need some scales torn off. Here is a bit from his essay 'The Weight of Glory' that describes the longing of my heart in 'Break': "in some sense, as dark to the intellect as it is unendurable to the feelings, we can be both banished from the presence of him who is present everywhere and erased from the knowledge of him who knows all. We can be left utterly and absolutely outside --repelled, exiled, estranged, finally and unspeakably ignored. On the other hand, we can be called in, welcomed, received, acknowledged. We walk every day on the razor edge between these two incredible possibilities. Apparently, then, our lifelong nostalgia, our longing to be reunited with something in the universe from which we now feel cut off, to be on the inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside, is no mere neurotic fancy, but the truest index of our real situation. And to be at last summoned inside would be both glory and honor beyond all our merits and also the healing of that old ache." (C.S. Lewis)



Break
Remedy Drive
Rip Open the Skies

you call me out I don’t hear a sound
you call me up but I’m on the ground
and I don’t want to be left outside
when you come to take your bride
you said you’d come to take your bride

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

under seven thunders one man fails
under seven layers of skin and scales
if i could touch the hem then i'd be made new
when the grass is wet with dew
i think the grass is wet with dew

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

i don’t want to banished-left outside
expelled repelled ignored denied- outside
castle walls stand so tall
i’ve heard a call but i’m on the fallen side outside

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

you said you’d break the dawn
can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day
can you hear me say – how long

[http://www.remedydrive.com/music.htm]

Sunday, April 6, 2008

tdg

i'm kinda frustrated with youtube for not letting me upload Nihilio, so heres a video of the TDG concert that it DID let me upload.

okay you know what? this video is kind of an eye sore and i'm attempting to make my blog look a alittle better so here's the link instead. :D

http://www.youtube.com/v/o1cDtLe24eo&hl=en

Song of the Week


I love this song...

Call It Karma
Silverstein
18 Candles: The Early Years

blame it on the weather, but i'm a mess
and this february darkness, has been hating everyone
and i know i give you comfort, but this trouble makes me sick
and the longer i lay here, i know it's harder to get up
without you

lose another day here
lose another year here
i'm with you

find me something out there, that's making sense
and it's just another trend carefully hidden in your dress
and the cycles neverending, and the fashions overdone
and the further that i run away, the further i'll come back
to shelter...

lose another day here
lose another year here
i'm with you

you are the fire, on my apartment floor
sixteen stories, i'd rather burn then fall
it isn't fate, that took us all by storm
it's just the turn of a card

lose another day here
lose another year here
i'm with you

you are the fire, on my apartment floor
sixteen stories, i'd rather burn then fall
it isn't fate, that took us all by storm
it's just the turn of a card

goodbye old friend
goodbye goodnight
i'll move on

you'll call it fate, i'll call it karma
we had our time, it was fun
while it lasted

i'll look back, with honor
and no regrets
i won't be mad, won't feel bad
these memories will never leave me
don't be sad
cause life goes on, life goes on
it's getting too late
tomorrow is here

Friday, April 4, 2008

nihilio

damn... sorry people, youtube is being an ass and won't let me upload Nihilio... i'll keep trying tho...

http://www.youtube.com/v/Os7iYzyx6lY

what goes on inside my head...

these are random things that go through my head during the day...

how many people have sat in this seat before me?
did they know about the gum?
what happened to choral and shaker dance I?
is mars really only 30 seconds away?
am i just a miniature of my mom?
why is jim so funny?
why did they ban ipods?
why is raspberry iced tea sooo good?
what is school food actually made of?
why isn't anyone suspisious of wallyberg?
does she have one of those mind erasers like in Men In Black?
why does the seating arrangment in bio have to keep changing?
any good movies this weekend?
poor jason... *giggles*
why does dusty have to step on the keyboard when i'm doing somethiastAAaACX

Thursday, April 3, 2008

MOM'S BIRTHDAY

supper was great. four raspberry iced teas and i'm flying. metaphorically of course.

[welcome.]

navigating around the school hallways and seeing the people walk by, i look into their faces. i notice their hair color, whether they wear glasses, what color eyes they have, who they walk with... its corny, but i try to look past all of that, too. once and awhile its nice for someone as shy as me to pass another person in the hall, a complete stranger no less, who dares to make eye contact and sends my heart into flutters. i can't help thinking, "that person saw me." but its not really the act of "seeing" itself, its more the act of "searching," that means most to me. i feel lost. i feel disposable; a picture frame that gets a scratch across the glass and is thrown away, just to be replaced. i don't really have a problem with that, i don't feel like i need to be pitied or ... that i need to seek attention. its the replacement that bothers me. i want to offer something that no one else can, i just haven't found that thing yet. this is just the ramblings of a high school no one who likes to watch rather then do. i like to think of myself as rather quiet, yet excitable and fun to be around. but there's always that underlying feeling of unease and awkwardness, that i've only been able to overcome a few times in my life. i don't want to change who i am. i don't want others to pretend to see in me what they don't. i want people to see the bad side of me, and spend the time searching for the good. i look for the best in others, and often times face the flaws in myself. welcome to my public diary...