Inspiring

Happy spring break!! I suppose that doesn't apply to a whole lot of you, but it makes my week undefinably nicer. School just doesn't hold that same allure it did about ten years ago, when it was something looked forward to, and you wanted to learn times tables and do the show and tell...At least for me it was about ten years. Your numbers differ, most likely. The first time I heard about times tables, I had no clue what they were. I thought it was some kind of REAL table, none of this data on paper crap. That was in grade 1. One of the memories that decided to stick around for the years. Not quite sure why.

Just for kicks, This entry shall be random, and about whatever I please. I suppose most entries follow this kind of format, but this one shall be more free.

You know what are really good though? Brownies. Not quite sure what they are in japanese, but I guess it doesn't matter. Back a while, Jon and myself made a commercial for pretty much the most disgusting brownies ever. Well, I thought we were making a commercial. And we didn't do any of the filming and such. Just the theory and such. and we got a jingle:'Suspioipusly delicious' "They taste funny". That might not make sense, but that is just too bad. You really don't want to know. And if you know already, my humblest apologies for filling that part of your mind with something so pointless. But kind of funny.

I took my drivers test thinger way back in August, right before heading out to Ukraine, well, during the final week, but now everyone else is taking it. Slacker friends who had their birthday forever ago, and then friends who are coming of age, or just recently came of age. Honestly, I don't know if I would have taken the test by now if I hadn't gone on that trip of much tea and tomatoes. After, when I returned, I tried driving around a couple times. I might not be the best choice for driving. The last time I drove.... Okay, the van that belong to the family of mine is soo old. I mean, there is older, but when used soo much and by children entering and exiting it pretty much nonstop, age multiplies quickly. Children make things older, faster. It's a gift. So this vehicle of age has been repaired a million times, and still needs repairs, somewhere. Probably. Driving around the church parking lot, not fast at all, cuz where are you going to go in a parking lot? But I decide it is break time, so I begin to put on the brakes, but the van starts revving up. What the deuce? So I check the pedals and such, ya know, cuz I'm all new at this and everything. Look up just in time to avoid smashing into the car of Matthew Smith. Up the hill we go. Meanwhile, my mother screams at me to put on the brakes, but when ever I touch the confounded pedal the van of death goes faster, so I just yell back that I am. Nearly smash into the pillar at the top of the hill. Finally sure on which one is brake and gas, I just push the brake full down and this van stops at quite the awkward angle. Well, that was fun. Just for clarification, I was pushing on the brake before, but not hard because it revved up so I thought I was pushing the wrong one, but I wasn't so yeah. That's my excuse for not driving much. Yeah,I know it's lame, but...

I was in church the other day, and the pastor introduces this guy from Zambia, which reminds me of the announcements from the last few weeks, and suddenly I was glad I came to church. I mean, I'm always glad, but the reason varies sometimes. This time he made my day. His name was Harrison I believe, and he pretty much inspired me for life. Inspiration. That's a good word. I guess I don't always notice when I become inspired. I'll think the person who inspired me is the coolest person ever, but I might not always know why. Maybe that's it. Anyway, Harrison spoke about the healing of the paralytic, the one where four guys carried him up to the roof, dug a hole, and lowered the guy down. Let me just say, he got so much more out of that short story then I've gotten from many things. Compassion, Unity, Faith, and Perseverence. Those were what he named those four guys who carried the paralytic and are majorly responsible for his healing. I won't say anymore, because it isn't the same without the African accent. Amazing though.

Mr. Cronk and I are planning an excellent adventure for this summer, one to empty our piggy banks and change the world. Great intentions eh? But we don't really know where we are going. We had a plan, but the people necessary for that plan said we weren't good enough. Well, the said it an entirely different way, so that it meant an entirely different thing, but it still said we couldn't go there. So where will we go? To the plains of Africa? To the islands north of Australia, the Phillipines? No clue. All these people coming and speaking about missions only makes me want to go so much more, but where do I want to go? Where am I supposed to go? I don't think I've known for quite some time, but I've also been content with that. In order for these summer excursions to take place, I have to know a little bit of where to go. Where to go... I've always been a fan of the moon, but that seems to be more risk inspired than anything else. There's that inspired word again. I should figure that out.

DISCOVERY DAYS in a few days. I've never really considered after school school. University and college and such. To be honest, I'm going because a couple of my friends are going. But this could be really good. This could be direction giving, or maybe even 'inspiring'. Or it could be another weekend, chiling and learning with my friends. Either one is fine with me.

Randomness at it's finest.