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Woohoo! I just figured out why I was having problems with the scripted version of SiteMeter and Mozilla. SiteMeter's script was sticking in a comment that never got closed and Mozilla didn't handle this well. It looks like I got everything figured out and I emailed the webmaster over at SiteMeter. Hopefully we can figure out if this is a bug in his script or something else. Now I can see referers [sic] again, finally.

UPDATE: OK, so I was wrong. I got email from the SiteMeter webmaster and looked into it a bit more and figured that it should work the way it was and that it's probably a bug in Mozilla. I'm asking around in ciwah right now to see what the experts think before I report the bug via Bugzilla. My current fix for the problem is an extra end comment, which might appear next to the SiteMeter icon. I'll get rid of it as soon as I figure this out.

Things I Prayed For by Eli:

Things I prayed for when I was young
That my father would love me like his only son
That my mother would be patient with me
That my sister would not leave
And If my grandpa could see me beyond his grave
That he'd think his little man was so great
That my hair would not stick up in weird places
And I'd be someone someday

Years go by so easily that sometimes I forget
Years go by and make me see that there's no time for my regret
No time for my regret

Things I prayed for in my teens
That God would forgive all my evil deeds
That my father and my sister would come home
And mom could meet our needs
And If my grandpa could see me beyond his grave
That he'd say a prayer for his family's sake
That my hair would stick up in weird places
And I'd be someone someday

Years go by so easily that sometimes I forget
Years go by and make me see that there's no time for my regret
No time for my regret

Things I pray for now in my twenties
That God would still love me and Dad would like his new family
That I could hug my sister that my mom could rest
That my wife would still melt every time we kiss
And if my grandpa has seen me beyond his grave
How cold and silent he has remained
That my hair would not fall out in weird places
And I'd be someone someday

Years go by so easily that sometimes I forget
Years go by and make me see that there's no time for my regret
No time for my regret

One of the things in my life that's been problematic for a while is a friendship. We both want to be friends, but we just can't seem to work it out. We have a history, which probably goes a long way to explain why things aren't working--our past is getting in the way. It's gotten to the point where I actually suggested that we seek outside help. I hope that shows her my commitment to make this work.

It sounds more like I'm talking about a relationship or a marriage than just a simple friendship. I wish I understood why this has been so difficult for us. This whole situation has caused emotional strife for several months for both of us. It's been a serious issue in my life, something that I've spent countless hours thinking and praying about. This all brings new meaning to can't we just be friends?

Part of the reason I haven't given up so far is that I know I'm learning a lot about myself and about relationships through this experience. Christ is working here, though I don't know how and I don't know what the outcome will be. His plan, of course, is better than anything I could come up with.

I've come close to giving up. Some days I just want to tell her that while I did promise not to give up, I can't continue to subject myself to this situation. There's truth to that--that I shouldn't stand for certain things just so I won't have given up--but at the same time, it's just an excuse.

I genuinely want our friendship to work. When we hang out and just talk, it's wonderful. We can walk and talk for hours without any problems. I dream of having more friendships where I can be myself and not worry about being judged or looked down upon. It seems that when we're apart, that's when we can't get along. It's strange, that way.

Oh, I hope this works out....

It really irritates me when people (my family) tells me that I'd look good a certain way, like if I have my facial hair a certain way (my razor is broken and I haven't shaved in three days...). I'm not looking for people to tell me how I should look, it's really none of their business. I take care of myself and try to look respectable and comfortable at all times--I think I succeed well at this. I'm not trying to impress anyone, so I don't know why they're suggesting I try something new.

In a way, I guess it irritates me so much because I know I might listen to them. I don't want to be sub-consciously influenced because someone said I'd look good a certain way. I want to look how I'm comfortable looking. I haven't found my look, but I don't need anyone else telling me what it is either. A guy's gotta make mistakes, right?

It's only my outside they're looking at anyway. I wish they'd be more concerned with what's in my heart. That's one reason why it hurts me so much when I see people judging others by the way they look. What does it matter, in the grand scheme of things? When you really get to know someone, you look past what's on the outside anyway. I'd much rather see what someone's heart is like than dwell on their outward appearance.

You could be the most attractive woman I've ever seen, but that isn't going to mean one bit if you don't have a personality that's equally attractive. I couldn't date someone just for the way they look. Maybe that's why I don't really care how I look--I don't want women to want to get to know me just because of the way I look. That's just the wrong reason and it's not what life is all about.