hungry?

Hello hello hello. This is the day of my recollecting all that has happened for a while without reflection or insight, for those things don't matter, right? Doesn't matter if I choose to do those or not those, for recollecting pretty much IS reflection, and reflect can lead to insight. There will probably be in this what I said there wouldn't be, but because these are my uncensored thoughts. Which begins now.
So, Friday I went up to the 'Live the difference' thing, and it seemed pretty cool. Filled. That's what they said there theme was. Okay. So this weirdo named Steve went up and talked. Spoke? I danno. Anyway, he was pretty funny. Talked of being filled with trust, not skipping the process and such. You know what? I think I'll summarize it for you, because there weren't many people there, and I like summarizing sometimes, like now.
So, he was A-D-D and such, but that's okay. Eventually, he got to his topic. He told how his son had a bed wetting problem, and how they tried to help him overcome this obstacle. Got him a superb toy of sweetness. If you are of that age. With those fancy pull ups with stars on them, they said that if he still had stars on his pull up in the morning, he could have the supreme toy of coolness. But it was quite the work to hold it in for the night for this young child, so he tricked them by changing his pull up, and tey found out, blah blah blah. The story pretty much covers his point. We want things, like money and power and such, but there's a process to get there. You follow it out, and it's better. Jump the gun, it gets complicated and crappy. So why do we jump the gun? Because we're scared it won't be there when we finally get through the process. We don't trust the system. We don't trust the guy up top. We can trust God to do what he said. If we trust him, crappy times may still come, but it'll be better. Follow the process. At least, that's pretty much what he said.
Now, I don't know if it was he or Ira would said this next part, but there was mention of needing to be hungry to be filled. A verse in the Bible somewhere brought out that point. Maybe it WAS Steve then. Remember this as I tell you of the Saturday following.

I had to be at musical theatre by nine, so naturally I go do other things as to become late. Oops. But one of those many other things were stopping off at Safeway to pick up a sandwich built for giants. A foot long, a third of a foot wide, width equal to height, 4 kinds of meats, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and some kinda sauce stuff. All for the low price of 10 dollars. 9 if you're a Safeway club member. Those measurements I gave may not be correct. So I aquired this mamoth sandwich (custom made for me too. They didn't have any made, so I waited ten minutes, the made one up, freshly baked bread and everything. Thus why I was late) And then went to musical theatre. Missed nothing. Yeah yeah. So that goes on, and everybody loves this huge sandwich that I valiently attempted to consume. Called a Lumberjack sandwich by the way. So, two thirds of it were gone. And practice of the play ended at 2. 9-2. Great saturday morning, eh? So, I left. Rather thirsty now, I started drinking lots. Some water from a water fountain, a sobe, a glass of water from Smitty's, a few juice boxes...till I was no longer thirsty. By this time, we're in Colwood. Go to DQ, eat some chicken parts. even though I'm not really hungry. But I know that soon I'll be without a parent paying for my meals, so I take advantage of the free food. 'Bout an hour later, Boston pizza. Some chicken fingers and three iced teas later, we leave. Then, to the church again, Ira spoke. About...what we could be filled with. 'Cuz what you're filled with drives you. The biggest thing he said that I remember though is 'If your buddy ever said to you'Hey, you wanna go do debauchery?' say no, 'cuz he's pretty much asking 'Hey, you wanna go ruin your life?' Cuz debauchery equals Ruin your life' Something like that. And there were more goodies after. Which I took part in devouring. Like the pineapple. Cuz SOMEONE wouldn't eat it. Wierd Delbert.... Now, for the majority, I wasn't especially hungry, but I ate anyways.
This next day, my insides were turned to mush and I didn't feel like eating anything. Ever again. But biology says I must still eat. Drawing distant parellels, I suppose it works on not physical food too. If you don't feel hungry, you won't get filled. That doesn't mean that if you aren't hungry that you are filled, it just means you need to be hungry to get refilled. Maybe I'm trying to force something that won't happen because I'm not truely hungry yet. That's a shame.
So so so, this was long and fun like, for me anyways. Things can only get more fun right? If that means more crazy stuff all happening at the same time like school, youth, Oklahoma, new youth pastor, and stuff that I prolly don't even know about but should and will make things crazier, then I'm having lots of fun.


MENTAL NOTE: call Rick. Then Sarah.

Oh...

*****This isn't the awesome post I mentioned in the last one. That will appear at a later date. My humblest apologies tio those who were looking forward to it. It will arise eventually.*****

Now, for those who must know how my job is going, I knew no more than you did for the last two weeks. As of recently, I discovered that...I missed nothing. One shift. Amazing eh? At least they need me. So today I went in to figure things out, and they gave me a new password and such so I could check. So, I come home and check. It asks me to change the password, so I do. I put in the new crap...it does nothing. Nothing. Doesn't even say what I've put in is wrong. It just takes awat what I put in and I'm at the same screen. Sweet.

For really exciting stuff...well not really, but I'm exciting... Oklahoma is next week. I'm excited, as said, but the rest of the cast...seems scared. They don't think we're ready. Okay. I agreee entirely, however when it needs to come together, it will, or those who let it fall apart will feel terrible. So, here I'm going to advertise the play here quick like. It will be amazing. It's only eight dollars for a ticket! Buy them at Parkland! Shows are from March first to fourth! Seven to nine! Selling fast! Buy yours today!

To finish this post, I stress the importance of slowing down. Of silence. Of stopping. OF listening. Normally I'm super energetic and CANNOT stop. Well, highly against stopping. But recently everything I do seems pointless; seems silly. Doesn't seem right. Stopping began to seem more and more enticing. That is why I am stressing this importance. If you wanted a window to me. But really it is worth it for all. It's not taking time off for you. It's for God. We all have time for God right? Or we can make time, right? Do it. Just do it.

Scooters

Hello, once again. Time for an update I say, so prepare for a summary...OF DOOM!!

First, I think I shall introduce you to the new course that will be had by Werner for the next 5 months or so. A HUGE leap from physics11, biology11, English 12H and Math 11H, this will be a time of relaxation. A time of summer. A time of wonderfulness.

They are Psychology, social studies 11, acting, and Japanese 11. A pwnage symester for lack of difficulty, however horrible in length of block. I suppose they have the same block length as usual, but they are hideously more boring. But enough school. After this last point. OKLAHOMA IS COMING SOON!! It means that the producers of this play will suck my life till they think that the play will be perfect, and then we do the play, and I become free. More free than I've been all year. March 1, 2, 3, and 4. Thats a wednesday to a friday. yeow. It'll be awesome.

Now, for the details of my singles awareness day(SAD). It started with me awakening to my little sister giving me a valintine. That was okay. Then there was school. As said, boring. Except for the fact that Ive screwed up some of my friends pretty bad, so that theyre constantly sad or breathing funny or stuff like that, and don't quite know how to fix it. Musical theatre, over in three weeks or so, which is sweet, and then I came home, because my SAD didn't have anything else to do. Except...

I called my buddy Cronk, and he was like 'come over', and I'm like 'okay', so I went over, and we played flip scrabble. Pretty cool game. Ask me if you wanna learn how to play it. Then we decided to go to James' spy cell, at the Hicks' place. But it wasn't there. And the ride escaped. I chased it pretty good, but Cronk's mom drives incredibly randomly, and I can only run so fast. But we found a ride with an amazing guy who pretty much knows everything. Sometimes. The rest of the time it varies. So we got there, ad no one else was coming, so James and Cronk and I devoured some delectable garlic bread, viewed some zany 'The price is right', and played some intense pingpong. after these adventres, we took some time to recover and discover how our journey home would unfold. Then the moment came. As we head out the door, it is brought to our attention that we could use scooters if returned. Knowing I'm not good with scooters, I stated such, but Michael wished for the thrill of scootering to the bus stop. I having no truly strong opinion, we take the scooters. Travelling along, we find a hill. 'Hey Cronk, is this a big hill coming up?' 'Probably' 'Hey Cronk, how do I use the brakes?' 'You don't know how to use the brakes?' 'Not really'. A few seconds after this, I picked my hurting self up off the ground, and we carried on. Got to the bus stop, waited forever plus 2, got on the bus, and theres about four people I know right there. Pretty wicked. And I met some who said if I wanted to travel, I should go to Rio, in Brazil. He said it was pretty splentabulous. Basically.

Hopefully, you havent become too bored with the story...Speaking of stories, next blog I'm going to try something completely different. It'll be a suprise, but I assure you it wil knock your socks off. Tell what you think of it...when I get it up here. And the tip for the day is...Learn how to use the brakes BEFORE you need them.

Faith

Alright, so this was a random thought I had on the way home yesterday, and I thought it was worth remembering, or even sharing, thus why it is here. I was walking across an intersection, and there was a bus coming up on the left. I Knew that it would turn and go down the road behind me, and I'm pretty sure it did, but I didn't check.

You know why I didn't check? Because I Knew that it went that way. If you know that it's going to work a certain way, why do we have to see? It's as though seeing proof is more important than knowing that it's there. Maybe not the best example, but what if there's nothing to see, and you have to know it? What if there is no way to check that what you Know is right? That's faith right?

'Faith is knowing what you hope for, and being certain of what you cannot see' Hebrews 11:1. That's tough. No wonder it's so easy to falter in the faith hey? We can never check to see if it's right, or even how far off it is. But, no matter how far off it is, faith is being certain of the unseeable. I don't know about all of you, but I like checking to see how things are. I'll check and double check and check again. There's things in life that require regular checking. Amongst all this, we cannot check the most important thing in our life.

That's the beauty of faith I suppose.

But according to that verse up there, what I have said is only half of what faith is. Anyone care to fill the other half?

Beautiful Day

It is rather gorgeous outside, and everything seems to be going amazingly perfect. Exams are done, next symester will be loads of fun, no huge pressures. So no worries. Just going to enjoy the rest of the week, and see what Next week brings.

But first...

I've been tagged by a beautiful african girl. And that means I've gotta let whoever reads this know about myself. Specific things too, like movies and such. I don't know how to really do this right, but here we go...

Four Jobs I've Had:
*Mcdonalds (I'm loving it...haha)
*Paper boy
*err...Painting a house? I did that once.
*Drywalling (technically my father did all the drywalling, but I helped clean stuff up)

Four movies I could watch over and over again:
~Pirates of the Carribean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
~Edward Scissorhands
~Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
~Monty Python and the search for the Holy Grail

Four Places I've lived:
~I suppose I was born in Victoria
~Sidney!!
~Umm...I lived in Ukriane for a few weeks. Dobromyl.
~And I guess I lived in Brandon Manitoba for a week or so...too many mosquitos
In conclusion, Sidney is where I live and have lived forever

Four TV Shows I Love:
-Simpsons
-Fairly Odd Parents
-SpongeBob SquarePants
-ummm....the french channel?
I really don't watch too much tv...

Four Places I've Vacationed:
.:. I went to someplace in the states once....
.:. Kamloops
.:. Goldstream
.:. London
Most of least are kinda lame, as I used the better ones as places I've lived... oh well.

Four of My Favorite Foods:
}Tomatoes(might seem weird, but I believe I've tasted some of the best in the world)
}Some good fries
}Chips and Salsa(even though I'm truly terrible with the hot stuff)
}Most any type of burger

Four Websites I Visit Daily:
` www.websudoku.com
` www.homestarrunner.com
` myvelcroheart.blogspot.com
` kisstobetray.blogspot.com

Four Albums I Like Alot:
! The Great Depression by Blindside
! Your Only Chasing Safety by Underoath
! MMHMM by Reliant K
! Nothing is Sound by Switchfoot

Four Cars I've Owned:
> A pretty sweet one the kept losing because of hitting rocks...Ahh, Hot Wheels...
> A car that I never built, but it's around. Not too good with models.
> A racing vehicle of green colour of the two wheeled pedaling type.
> My trusty car-like-horse Joshua

Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now:
< Hawaii( not for the tropical experience, but because I feel like swimming)
< Ukraine (Home of some of the world's best)
< Africa(the land of the constant summer, or so I hear)
< Japan(cuz they talk funny. and such)

Thus concludes the tagage. Now, I now of one reson who reads this, so who to tag? It will involve expanding the limits of this modest blog site, But I might be able to do that. very carefully. So I shall tag the irresistable Graham. Have fun buddy.

Wow, that was really hard. You wouldn't think it, but it was. It still looks nice outside though, So I think I'll go play there. :D

The fallout

Dare you to move...
Good song. Anyway here is the next splatterage of my thoughts. It's the time of year when people panic due to the unjust cause of mass important test uprisings. Yea, exams and such. But I don't stress over tests. I refuse. If I know what I'm supposed to know, then I'll do great. The purpose of tests aren't to scare those being tested. It is to discover how much their sponge-like brain retained. Now, if you don't know what you're being tested on, then you lose. Tests don't show if you've done homework. They don't prove intelligence, or lack there of. They show how great you're memory is. If you're memory is crap, you're done. As soon as you see the test in most cases, you'll know how you'll do. But enough about school.
I've lived here in my house forever. Not really, but for all that I can remember of my life. And not once over all those years do I recall my house being completely clean. Never. It's not that is been really close, then got overflow of messiness again. No no, it has always been horribly worse than everybody elses houses I've seen put together. Everyone elses houses freakin sparkels compared to mine. And, most of the time, that is fine. Who needs to be home eh? But when you become forcibly stuck at home, but you can still hang out and such...How eager would you be to invite people to the messiest house in the world?but I only have to live with all this cal for approximately one and a half more years. Not too long right? Combined with all the years I've been around already though. What if when I move out my house becomes as bad as this grossness? I've gotten myself convinced that I would never let that happen because of living through it all my life. But, my room is a mess. That's pretty much my fault, if you exclude my brother. And I just happen to be extremely disorganized. It seems all that I touch becomes worn and torn more quickly than the things everyone else keeps with them. Maybe it's a disease. Maybe I can blame medicine. It's just annoying after a while.
In conclusion, I'm horrible at pictionary. Cannot draw laser. Or big...