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Name: Spinner
Location: Lansing, Michigan, United States
Birthday: 7/1/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Canada, Punk Rock, Drums, Bass Guitar, My girlfriend, Jesus, Jammin' with the band, Bustin' hard core freestyles, Hall and Oates. Nickelback, Fall Out Boy, Brand New, Hawthorne Heights, From First to Last, All American Rejects, Box Car Racer, Blink 182, Relient K, Halifax, Pennywise, Deathcab for Cutie, Taking Back Sunday, Mindless Self Indulgence, Coheed and Cambria, Green Day, Sum 41, Weezer,A.F.I,Bowiling For Soup, Less than Jake, NOFX, Ramones,Rancis, The Sex Pistols,Sensus Failed,The Ataris, Oldschool tunes, ACDC, Hanson, Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys, LFO, 5ive, basically all music, Metallica, Nirvana, Van Halen, Dropkick Murphy's, Goo Goo Dolls, Bon Jovi, I like food...alot, mexican food, chinese food, fast food, not so fast food, Sports, football, basketball, hockey, movies, writing songs, writing in general, I love my mom, running around doing random things, being me.
Expertise: Playing drums, playin' football, bein' funny, I can basically do whatever I wanna do.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  CanIDrumOrWhat
Member Since:
3/15/2005
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| Yeah I heard this song on the radio and it's pretty much how I'm feelin'... Artist: Alan Jackson
Album: What I Do
Song: Monday Morning Church Lyrics: You left your Bible on the dresser
So I put it in the drawer
'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore
And when I sit at your piano
I can almost hear those hymns
The keys are just collecting dust
But I can't close the lid [Chorus] You left my heart as empty
As a Monday morning church
It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
And I can heart the devil whisper
"Things are only getting worse"
You left my heart as empty
As a Monday morning church The preacher came by Sunday
Said he missed me at the service
He told me Jesus loves me
But I'm not sure I deserve it
'Cause the faithful man that you loved
Is nowhere to be found
Since they took all that he believed
And laid it in the ground [Chorus] You left my heart as empty
As a Monday morning church
It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
And I can heart the devil whisper
"Things are only getting worse"
You left my heart as empty
As a Monday morning church I still believe in Heaven
And I'm sure you've made it there
But as for me without your love, girl
I don't have a prayer [Chorus] You left my heart as empty
As a Monday morning church
It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
And I can heart the devil whisper
"Things are only getting worse"
You left my heart as empty
As a Monday morning church You left your Bible on the dresser
So I put it in the drawer | | |
| I know I told you all that I was gonna retire my xanga and I was going to, but it's time to vent...
Growing up is something everybody has to face. Some are willing, some not, some are prepared some not. Well I am neither willing, nor prepared to take this big step into adulthood. I believe that it's because of the things I'm acustomed to doing. One of my biggest reasons of me being upset is my summers at Barakel. It just hit me the other day that I will no longer be able to go to Barakel as a camper anymore. I could've went this summer, but ironically I thought it would help me to grow out of the youth stage by not going. Life needs one of those rewind buttons. I would give anything to go to Barakel one more summer. I have thousands of memories that Barakel has given me, memories that will never be forgotten. It grinds every single nerve in my body when I stop and think about making the choice not to go to Barakel earlier in the year.
Another thing that prevents me from liking the idea of growing up is the youth group mission trips. This summer I was possitive that I was going to be going to New Orleans with the group, but because God works in mysterious ways, I am some how not going. For all I know this could have been my final trip, my final chance to go out of my comfort zone with my group and do good for other people, places, and things. I'm sure that most of this frustration is coming from the very thought of me not going to see the people I got attatched to in Toronto in June of last year. I know it was only a week, but apparently that's all it took for me to become attatched to these nice, happy people who are shunned by the majority due to the fact that they appear a bit different than the "normal" people.
The final agravation is thinking about what I'm going to do in life. Because I feel like I won't make it college, I feel as if I need to get married and start a family early. Just after I graduate and become a full time employee, I will be settling down and starting a family. Crazy, but not really. Because of the society we live in, people who come with families with a little amount of money, have next to no opportunities when it comes to going to college and getting a degree. Although it may be the dreams of average people, a great percentage of those people aren't able to make it to a college. Unless Balance(my band) makes it to the top, I can only see myself doing construction. Not that doing construction is a bad thing, or anything, but doing constuction will only lead to future bodily harm. Is the fact of me becoming a less successful guy, my fault, or should I push the blame off onto my families plate? I, honestly, don't feel it's anybodies fault. It's all the will of God and because of my faith in him , I know that I will be as successful as he wants me to be. Whether I become a construction worker, or the president of the US in 2024. It's all up in the air. | | |
| I am officially retiring my xanga...it's been a good year, but it's coming to an end due to the lack of interaction. It's too bad... I really liked it when everyone was commenting...God bless!
Steven W. Spinner | | |
| I have a new hobby...as you all know I've been into music now for about forever. I mean it is obvious...playing drums, rockin' the air guitar, singin' random songs at random times... yeah I like music alot. But now I have a new like. It can't quite compete with my like for music, but lately I've been dancing at the most random times. "Spinner, you have good moves, you're good at moving your pelvic bone!"..yeah that was a quote from a pal at school. I first realized I like to dance when I was in class and I walked by a CD player. I turned it on i the middle of class and busted out some fresh dance moves that were very much of the hook. I actually have a performance at the Key Club convention I will be attending in Midland this weekend. I called it "Chunk in the Trunk". Amazinly creative huh? I guess I should probably go pack seeing how it's now 1:38am and I need to get up at 6:30am. So I guess I'll catch you all and your comments when I get back. Peace... | | |
| Why do I almost die alot? When I was like 4, I got my head caught in this one thing at my Grandma's place.Also when I was four... attacked by a dog. My eighthbirthday... I was electricuted. 9, I got in a major car accident with no seatbelt on... When I was 12...hit by a car. 16...jumped by six dudes...Just a couple months ago I almost died on the expressway on my way to school. Finally last night I thought I was havin' a brain anurrism. You see, here I was cauging harcore and I felt this pop in my head...when I was in like 4th grade my pal David Sweeney died on a brain anurrism so my teacher explained it to the class...so you can't say I didn't think before jumping to conclusions...anyhow I had this thing in my head pop...so like I was paranoid to fall asleep because I didn't wanna die. Every time I rolled I swear I felt slash heard a liquid in my head. So as I lay hear in fear that I'm gonna die in 36 minutes..I started to think about who all would be at my funeral. I counted like 6500 people...not really, but I know alot of people because I'm a rockstar. But yeah if you're reading this consider it an invite to my funeral, which hopefully won't be anytime soon, but when you have numerous encounters with almost death you think that it could be right around the corner...dun...dun...dun... | | |
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