"Would you believe me if I said...?"

I'm free...doo doodoo dooo dudoo doo du-dududu
It's a song okay?

Would you believe me if I told you that lots happened since my last blog, like, two days ago? That doesn't happen too much for me. Normally I just make up random stuff and put it here to see who reads it. The less people reading it, the more extreme I can be, right? Well, actually, numbers doesn't really change much. As far as I can see, my posts are generally the same. Same writer, Same style mostly, Mostly from the same compy. Yup. They are all the same. Wow...I got distracted. Sorry. Well...no. I don't want to exactly start yet. I'm just not there yet. Don't you hate when people do that? Say they have something to say and then not tell you what it is? While still ion the prequel to my blog, Cronk is back, so go check out his adventure over there somewhere>>
He made some pretty funny posts as of late. Well, I think so anyway. Maybe this is a good segway to start? Not anymore...

So Sunday had a church service, and Reuban said stuff. What did he say? Well, I'm not the greatest at paying attention anymore. I think it was about temptations and stuff. There was a chocolate muffin and milk, and a few stories...It was a three point sermon. He said it was the mark of bridal college. Oh, sorry, bible college. I'm doubting his ability to make different types of sermons. I could never make a three point sermon. There's another never on the list just waiting to be broken now...

But this Sunday was more then just Reuban and church and stuff. It was the last service for quite a few of my friends before they go away for a long time. Mostly to schools. Most of them have a high chance at coming back married, considering where they are going and what that place has been dubbed. But I'm not going to talk much about that anymore. I'm going to talk about arrows.

Yup. Skipping ahead of any real point being made so far. Haha. Arrows have points. Okay, so I went to my house to take some drugs, And I was biker boy for that day, biking everywhere. So then we left my house, and found an arrow pointing left, so we followed it. We followed arrows all the way to the corner store. It was quite an adventure. Then we were nerds for many hours. I got my stuff from some guy who was moving's house. It was good.

The only bad thing about nerding it up is half the population really don't relate. It's a great way to connect with guys, but then if you do it too much you feel seperated from the girls who are your friends. Apparently they just aren't so into that stuff. I would invite them anyway, but that's why my friends say I don't have a girlfriend. Whatever. I'll be fine nerding it up for a while.

After the nerdfest I went home again and took some more drugs. Then I went to The meeting. The last one for about half the team. Sweet. As in 'What? I'm going to be among the oldest in the youth group? Young, impressionable teens and preteens are going to be looking at me for examples? I have to learn how to mentor?' It's kinda scary. I don't want kids going around, doing what I do. Well, maybe some of it. Then I would think I was cool. But not everything. I'm a pretty big jerk sometimes.

I don't really remember too much of what was said, but something was mentioned of comfort zones and crap, and I blame that for why I kind of missed the rest. I created my own world around it for a while.

Picture a fireplace place. You know, one of those ones the has a really big log burning. Mmm, so good, I know. Now, say there were lots of big logs in this fireplace. The fire is still stuck in the fireplace. Get one of them fiery logs out of there though and the fire has grown. Now, let's say the fireplace was the church. Let's also say we are each a log. Nothing is wrong with chilling in the fireplace, But for the fire to spread, you've gotta go to where there isn't fire. And I can't make the rest of it flow nicely, so, these daring logs could go around making more fireplaces places; more comfort zones, but then they would always have to leave again to spread the flame. The most efficient log wouldn't go around creating these places of comfort and of safety.

But they are needed too. Hmm. Clearly it isn't a complete thought. Nevermind.

Then the party. It was alright I guess. Then I discovered that my philippino friend had yet to arrive, so after some more chilling, I hopped on my bike and sped over to the airport. And by sped I mean rode as well as someone who doesn't ride bikes rides. Then I got there all sweaty from my bike ride. Eww. And his mom was there. Sweet. I don't have to go looking for people. So the planes were late and he wasn't going to be there til midnight. It was about quarter to ten. But there were goodies at his house, so we went back and chilled for a while. And by we I mean His mother, father, Sarah, and myself. It was good. Sarah and I decided to go ride around the roundabout for about ten minutes. I don't understand how people can listen to country. I am befuddled. Then we picked Michael up from the airport and such.

I didn't really wanna bike home cuz It was late and I was tired, so I slept there. Got back tonight. Heard a metric ton of stories and seen a lot of pictures. Got the travelling hat back. That hat is even more amazing then...I donno. Think of something amazing. It's better than that.

The best part of the story is now that Michael is back, we have a week before he too leaves for school. That's great. Isn't that great guys? Ha.

And I'm not bitter, no matter what anyone says. Just been watching too many stupid emotional movies.

Chomp

This blog is a complaint. Not really at anyone. People complain when things don't go nicely. So here I am. Why am I complaining? My tooth hurts. A couple nights ago it robbed me of some much needed sleep. Not nicely either. But how often are you nicely robbed? The robber left the beautiful present of mouth drugs though. I got some stuff the numbs my mouth up good. I was happy.

And it stopped bugging me for a while...but we had an appointment set up with some dentist guy, and such. Well, he robbed me from sleep too, but this was more getting up to go there. So I went, for my first time in memory, to a dentist. He said classic dentist stuff, like brush and floss and crap like that. I thought it was funny. I told him which tooth hurt, so he went around in my mouth and made a different tooth hurt, and then started fixing it. And by fixing it, I mean gutting my tooth so there is only the shell left standing. He froze my mouth up pretty good too. Mmm mmm. My mouth drugs are getting more intense.

Only problem is it didn't stay frozen. So now it hurts as much as it did when it kept me up, and I don't think he 'fixed' the right one. So far he's made my mouth hurt more.

I'm reading this textbook like book by this guy named David Rohl. It's called 'The Genesis of Civilisation'. I found it somewhere, looked at it, thought 'I could never read this. Too textbook like', opened it and made it through a paragrap without losing interest, and decided it was worth it. It was before I knew the price, but I didn't care too much anymore. This book goes and examines Genesis, placing it in history. It's a cool book because Dave is walking us through everything we know to know to understand what he is saying. It is as though he figures it out with us, even though we know he knows all this perfectly. So far we have located the garden of Eden. It sends you back to before cities with lights and politicians were everywhere. Heck, everybody spoke the same language back then. I'm not very far into it though cuz I keep getting distracted...some thing to do with my mouth...It's rediculous.

Time was never meant to equal money. Slow down.

The Lamp

Howdy, just to kick off the school year early...err, right me and some guys decided we'd be cool to make the most freaking random blog you can find. Grammer might be shottie with one of them, but it's all good. So you should check it out. It's labelled 'Error Error' on the side over there>>>

In other news I'm a freakin shopaholic when in Sidney. We scoured some thrift stores...man, I left with more then they had. At least it felt like it. And I gots the coolest lamp ever. It'll be at spy cell at josh's on Wednesdays so everyone should come. Just for the lamp mates. Nothing else really matters. Just the lamp.

I got a million other things too. Like the Grabbo arm. Bam. I shall be entertained.

Legends

Vbs was amazing. I was a pirate everyday. That's pretty much all a guy could want. Okay, all I could want. To make it better, the amazing Miss Airth was here for a few days too. A pretty satisfactory week. One more week and Reid is back, then another week after that about half my friends go away to school and such. May the next two weeks be as good as or even better than this last one.
So friday some of us went up to Victoria to a concert. It was all about Dallas Green. His band is called city and colour. It took me a while to see the connection between the band title and the guy's name. I got there eventually. I guess it was alright. I'm not the biggest fan, but I still stood around and listened. Standing for that long isn't healthy. It was worth it just to sort of meet the guy. How much can you get to know a guy when he's on stage and you aren't? I guess about as much as a stranger gets to know me from reading these rantings in this place.
Afterwards we went to Boston Pizza, sort of illegally. But it worked. It was where I had my first meal that day. Somehow I had forgotten to eat the rest of the day, and by that time was paying for it. Lemonade can never subtitute for food. Then we drove home, less illegally, but still sketch enough that we didn't ask to be delivered to the middle of nowhere. So now Jon and I are stuck in Sidney and need to get to Josh's place (AKA the crevice[AKA the middle of nowhere]). After concluding that getting a ride was impossible, we decided to walk. Then decided biking was faster. It was pretty dark out for biking. But it didn't matter.
It was so dark someplaces that Jon could have been as far as the far wall in the room you are in now and I couldn't see him. There was a roundabout on the way, so we went around it a couple times too. Mmm mmm. We left Jon's at 12:30.
Doing stuff at night, like walking long ways or biking almost seems better. Especially in Sidney where nothing really happens anyway. It's good times to think. If you were there, I could have had some awesome thoughts for you. But they are gone now. It really is a shame how wispy some thoughts are. You have them and tell yourself 'this I won't forget' but then you try to remember it and it's gone. Packed up and left. It really is a shame.
I've gotta try to fill these last weeks with chilling with friends who leave soon, and that works well after a sound sleep. Or maybe...
The best fun is had when people are between tired and awake. Theyre awake enough to not be complaining that they are tired, and they are tired enough to forget the sense they would have when they are awake. I don't know how to pull that of entirely, but that is the aim.

Counting down...

Can you believe that summer is almost gone? August is half done. Three quaters of my summer have dissappeared. But the sooner this is over, the sooner I can begin the last year of high school for myself, and finding out what life is like when all of your friends leave. I have plans in my head, but almost everytime I plan something in my head, it relies on something happening that I have no control over. So they never actually happen. Oh, but if they did happen, I would have been ready. Maybe too ready. And then stuff happens that I knew would happen and I fully don't do what I had planned to do. Well, right now I am supposed to figure out how to look like a pirate. I haven't seen a pirate movie recently enough for a decent pirate picture to follow. And then I don't really have the stuff. That's what the countless thrift stores are for. But first I need a vision; I have to know what I want to get. No point in going without a clue of what to do eh? I was thinking I might do something crazy to my hair, but I don't know. My hair doesn't seem to want to look suitingly for the part. And I need a sword. Whatever. It'll all work out. This week should fly by. Being a pirate for a week? Dream come true my friends. Woot. Enjoy the rest of your summer mates, and don't let anything take away from it.

Tired mind

Everything is bigger when your tired. Funny things funnier. Horrible things more horrible. Even though they are no different, they just extract a better reaction from the tired ones.

It seems I've become pretty repetitive lately. I can't help but use the same words over and over again. I don't really understand why either.

Ever since getting back I've been more tired. Sort of. It just seems to happen more often. Maybe it's just a lack of vitamins or something. There are pills to fix that.

These are all just some of my thoughts right now that I guess you don't really need to read. Just a waste of time for me to type and for you to read. They aren't even thoughts of much consquence. But I wouldn't want to have deep thoughts all the time. I'd drown. I can't float that long. I'm a horrible swimmer really. I didn't learn how to till about grade four. And I didn't learn how to ride a bike till I was about ten. I know, I know. That's horrible. What's worse is I don't know why it took so long.

Why is time going so fast? It feels like I just got back yesterday, but now Wednesday is nearing it's end. It seems like lots is happening. I rather it this way, but even though lots is happening, I still find time to do nothing, as though nothing were happening. I wish I used my time better. I want to start reading more books, but none of them matter if I'm not reading the book that changes lives; the book inspired by God himself. And it isn't even that I don't want to. It just hasn't happened.

You know what's really silly? It's been almost four days I've been back and I still haven't really seen my Dad. He works during the day, and stuff has just kept happening at night. He goes to bed early too. I'm trying to see if staying up later throws my sleeping patterns into a more fit summer schedual. Nobody should be waking up at eight in the morning in the summer when they have nothing to do. Heck, anytime. I just don't understand.

Sometimes it feels like I could dissappear and nothing would change. I mean, I don't see what happens when I'm gone, so I don't actually know if I'm needed or not. And then you could do something like this and tell everybody, and then they all say 'no man, without you everything would suck so bad' but you wouldn't actually believe them cuz they just say that to make you feel better. Maybe that's why some people get in such moods often. So that their friends will tell them that they matter. Kids shouldn't have to scare their friends by doing stuff like that though to be told that they matter.

I don't know about you, but I'm not the greatest friend ever. At a thing a couple years ago I heard some guys say that through friendships where you were the best friend you could be is a better evangelism idea than pretty much everything. It's hard to be the best friend ever. Everyone has a different picture of that in their mind. Missionaries should start in their hometown. If they can't be a missionary there, how could they be anywhere? Not everyone is meant to travel the world to be a missionary either. If I can't be the best friend I can be with my friends, how can I be the best friend I can be to anyone, especially those to whom I represent a perfect, loving, all powerful God?

It's like running. It's all mental. It's amazing how much your mind can do.

It took a bit to get there, but there's a half decent thought. And now you know how my brain works most times. It takes a while to get places.