We are ze monkeys

Hey guys...

I dont really like when people do this, but...

Check it out yo.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RO10s_HK6d0

Hee hee hee. My hands are bananas....Haha.

Okay, so anyway, Happy Helloween guys. I got test pwnd. Yup. Throw some physics around, then crunch some numbers (that are trying to be letters of course) Then ask you not to retell something, but tell why it happened. Yup. Lots of writing my friends. And more exhausting than I thought it would be. Hee hee...Chance has never had chili. oh no never had chili. Sorry.

I got to hang out with some kids last night. It was pretty amazing. It's another step on the road to becoming what I thought I never would be, but I would rather hang out with a bunhch of people and talk than do something. I always thought... Stuff seems so much more important when you are young.

That place is distracting...I take it back. Don't go there. Or...don't be as easily entertained as someone else might be... like...ohh...

mmmmmmSo yup. I definately don't know what I'm going to be for this night anymore. Squarely circle. Circly square. AHH. Well, I guess I can try both. Funny enough, they are centered around hands. Both of them. Weird.

Would you like a banana?

Okay

Are you joking my life?

recording...

Hey guys. I found a pretty cool necklace. It was just sitting on the desk. Who could resist. Hey! I've got an idea! I will paint you a picture of it! (And you will see why I don't paint many people pictures...)

I must say...It worked better than I expected. Hoorah to my first picture ever posted in a post! Yup, so that's the necklace.

Here is also a shout out to sim tower. Guys, It is amazing. I don't care what you think, but... Go flat towers go! Hee hee. That connected in my head to...Pomegranites! Spelling? Meh. While the comp wiz made simtower work, I stole his pomegranite( even if it is spelt wrong, I shall be consistent.) and it was amazing. Well, it kept me stealing it anyway. It's juices spray pretty far. Tis the season to be jolly...

Oh! The Wizard of Oz was on today! I didn't get to finish it, but, it makes so much more sense now than it did when I was younger... You know what's really silly? In a week or so, it is possible that I could look back on something I did around this time and say that I did it because I was young and stupid. Mmmmmm anyway, Kudos to musicals. I don't know why everyone runs around singing all the time, but they entertain with high quality. Err...They entertain me with high quality.

I was also thinking...Well, if I had an Imaginary friend, I would never be lonely. Never ever. Til they turn on me. But that wouldn't happen. There just seems to be so many benefits to having one. As long as you don't call him Robin Hood. That guy can't play cards under his own name. But he does well under other people's names. That must mean that...He cheats. Clearly that is the only explanation. Unfortunately, I missed the stage of imaginary friends. That must mean I had real ones...Oh no. I hope the chocolate didn't melt...

But now, hasten onwards towards another week of repeat, trudging through the same stuff we had last week, to be continued through many more, then at last, when completed, they will tell us we are educated. Halloween is this week. That might spice up the repeat button a bit.

Recording Ended. Unless....

Bananas

Hey guys. Check out the time, and that is my excuse for any randomness. I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight...

So, Sarah was the youth speaker lady tonight. Good job by the way. I'm just going to base this off of one thing you said. And it was this.That we shouldn't compare ourselves to others. This might be grand, but...What if it isn't? Like, it depends how the comparative is made. If it goes something like 'wow, he's amazing at that. I'm not. He's so much better than me. I'll never get there', then that's carp. Switch some letters around there and it makes sense, okay? But if it went something more like 'wow, she's amazing! I wish I could be like her. I should, like, try to get there. Maybe I can be amazing one day too', I think that would be more okay.

But then there is' well, you're better than him, and her, and it, so that's good enough. You are in the higher 50%, so you're good', which isn't so grand. Hmm. Maybe I don't know enough. It can sit for now. Mostly my point is inspiration towards something forward. Yup.Now, three things that I think I know.

1. Balance is in almost everything, we just have to find it. I had a conversation with Graham once, and we spoke of the center, of a scale for instance. He suggested that maybe we weren't looking at the whole scale. I'm fully ripping it out of context, because his examples were political, which I don't care to know. Balance makes things better.

2. Love is much more important than we give it credit for. Not love from the world, where you see someone pretty and you're 'in love'. That isn't love. That's infatuation. There is no greater love than the boy shed his blood for his friend. That's based off a verse in the bible somewhere. I didn't remember the verse, so those are some lyrics from a song by Thrice. We have no idea what love is. Our attempts at it are as children playing house. No where near. Some might be closer than I am though.

3. And lastly, there is always time to dance. Always.

Inspiration for life might be a fourth to the list after some more happenings, but for now, here it is.

Motion

Hello.

Yesterday was mostly a 'I wish I wasn't here' day. Mostly. It picked up around the end. Hung out with some future roomies and a dude. Two rules: No fish, and no hygiene. Wait, what? Haha. Mmm good fun.

But, about the rest of the day, if you wish you weren't in the place you were in, where would you rather be? I guess it all differs by moment. But generally, if there was one place you could be, your 'perfect place', where would it be? It's probably good to have one of those.

But I can't think of one. Would I rather be home? Not really. No place is really so appealing that that is where I would want to be. It's all rather dizzying. You don't know where you are going and you don't know where you want to be, and until you get some kind of hint, you act as a robot, following the program of tedious obedience to society. By that I mostly mean school. But it floods out from there too.

Paint me a picture, O my brothers, of a place dazzlingly wonderful, that only a fool could resist. Err...Better make it irresistible, otherwise I might miss it.

Morale +3

All say welcome to Lady Elizabeth, the newest member I know of the blogger world. She thinks she is the fire bird, and is starting off alright, so support the effort, or something like that.

The tired state kind of lasted longer than the weekend, and has survived through two sleeps so far. Eek. But it's all right, because it means I have to have at least one solid thought per day, right? There is the usual one about how the system under which the world runs is silly, but...I'd rather not say anything about something that could be better unless I knew what the could be better is. It's like rejecting the best idea put forward without supplying another one. A better one. Yup.

So I was thinking, and started wondering how much of Christianity is just feel good stuff. It has to build you up some. It is important to have a decent self esteem, and if the bible speaks truth, then it should speak on this if it is true. I don't actually know if it does though, I just reason that it must. Why? Well, in order to humble yourself, you lay down what you have to serve others. Or something like that. Even the people that you think you are better than. Now, if you thought you were nothing, could you be very humbled? But what then if some one or thing came and poured meaning and love and purpose into your life? Now you have something. And then that same person or thing asks you to lay down what it just gave you. You couldn't be very humbled without having something to lay down. So some of Christianity must be feel good, you are special and loved and such. But how much?

That's about the best thought I have had all day. If the trend keeps up, I might have one for you tomorrow. Unless the turbulence is just too much. Then I might just crash. Just try to keep up with the guy in the funny hat.

Okay

So this 'Stay up for a long time without sleep' thing comes with some consequences hey? Well, yeah, the obvious one about being tired, but more the next day after having a normal night's sleep, say ten hours. So you can sit down without instant fall asleep, but you are still pretty done, even though you feel better. It's also kind of like your mind is okay with that much sleep, but your body isn't. So your head thinks lots while your body is dead and slow. Maybe sleep just kind of zaps the brain with what is needs, and the longer you sleep, the longer it ill last for? I don't think that works... And this first conclusion drawn might not have come from my sleep dosage as much as it just sort of happened. Stuff happened. Is that not a grand conclusion to something? Darn, I guess I can't use it now. Unless I make this really long. By accident, of course.

Now, what is your favourite drink? And who cares if this doesn't flow nicely? Mine is definitely the antifreeze blue koolaid. Man, that stuff is good. So good. If I some in my fridge, there wouldn't be any inside my fridge. It's just that good. But koolaid is for kids, and we don't have any. Milk is great, sure, but antifreeze blue sugar water? umm...I mean koolaid? Amazing.

Have you ever had a conversation where you don't have to ask questions? It just kind of happens? I think I like those ones better. It isn't one person trying to milk the other for their thoughts, or one pretending to be listening by asking questions to sound interested. I do that sometimes. Sorry guys. I just think that a conversation without questions would almost be better. Not one where everyone agrees with everything you say though. I don't like those at all. I'd rather the other disagreed, and then we could discuss and reach and understanding, each being somewhat enlightened. Of course, most of my conversations don't contain a high amount of enlightenment.

I remember one time I went over to Jon's place. Sidney is amazing guys. Everything is in walking distance. Even if you don't have boundless time like it seems I have. Anyways, we just kind of started talking, and were slowly moving towards doing something, but we just kept talking. I liked that. We weren't doing anything. Not playing nerd games, or setting something up, or drinking anything. Just talking. I was kind of out of the moment, cause I was back somewhere not there, looking and thinking, 'that is so cool'. But really...I guess that's people some people like to go out for coffee so much. Maybe.

And now, looking back on my three turned into two day weekend, it feels empty. I didn't really do anything new or anything. I guess the sleep thing, but that doesn't really matter. I did stuff that I normally would have done I think. And it leaves me here, wondering why it doesn't seem as good as it should. Maybe this is why so many teens are emo and crap. They live tired and their mind wanders all over and they don't get out of life what they think they should, because everyone else seems to be getting it. There should be a translator from thoughts into words. Make them sleep and maybe they will be better. Maybe.

If lack of sleep made the time feel empty, then lots of sleep would make the time feel full? I don't think so. Maybe sleep isn't the key then. Where is the key? Gah! I can't get into my own house!! It isn't under the flower pot or under the mat or in the mailbox. The neighbours don't have it. I lost the key to my life guys, and somebody locked me out...

Pineapples

yo. If you want to read about my lunch, look down a lot. I don't really know why I did it, but I thought it was kind of cool. It's like a badly made commercial, where the person is doing something while they tell you about some thing you should by.

And now, if you want to read about a psychology experiment in progress, press 1 (one) now.

Beep

That's if you pressed it anyway. So the experiment has to do with success in tests and sleep. the intervals are 0, 4, and 8. The test will be in a couple hours. Those not sleeping fprmed a party over at Jon's place. I don't like his keyboard. I'd be chilling with the other guys, but...well, my Risk:Godstorm *tm proficiency has greatly plummetted and I am dead. *moan* But I guess I'll live. Ha, That's funny. That's why I'm over here, seperate. Mmm, more kraft dinner is on the way, cooked by a (hopefully) better cook. Either my cooking or the mass consumption of sprite, or just the playing a baseball, or maybe even some twisted combination of the three didn't sit so well inside of me. But it has generally past. I'm pretty sure I eat something that isn't pasta pretty soon.

I started some Milo and Otis up again. It is really slow unless you are doing something else. I should find some cards or something. I would play some gazillionaire, but jon's cd drive is bust. If you can find that game, play it. It won't let you down. I'm going to go be social or something. Find a way to sleep maybe. Enjoy the pineapple.

Yay Lunch Time

Hello. Happy three day weekend all my school friends. Woot woot. But what is the point of a three day weekend if the extra day you spend alone and bored? Hmm. But I'm hungry. Be right back. Yup.

So I'm still hungry, but I must wait. This is the first time I've cooked something in so long. This should be a momentous day. I should go mark it on my calender. I don't have a calender. And then, What would I mark it as? The day I came back to cooking? No, because it won't last to the next day. For shame. It would be cool to be an amazing cook though. Like, so good you didn't even need a cookbook. You would just know what goes good together and what doesn't. That would be amazing. I would want that person in my house. Cuz, you know, If you are friends with someone long enough...not even, if you around someone long enough, their influence affects you and what do you. So maybe I could somehow be an amazing cook just by hanging out with a bunch of amazing cooks. But it prolly wouldn't work. No chef talking about food all the time. Haha speaking of food, did you guys ever watch that saturday morning cartoon, 'fighting foodons'? Some kid went around, and, you know, like all cartoons like this, he's young and amazing at something, or destined to be. Well, they would cook dishes of food, and the dishes would turn into monsters that would then fight each other. Pretty silly eh? haha. The better the dish, the stronger the monster. Let's just say my mac n cheese monster should be pretty amazingly strong. Speaking of which, let me check on him...

I decided that that monster would be better with meat, but we ran out of ham. It really is a shame. Jon's Mom makes a pretty amazing ham and cheese omelette. Something like omelette was one of the names for the foodone monster things. Anyway, since there was no ham, I tought chicken nuggets would do. It's going to be the best lunch I've had for a long time. And by that, I mean a week. Crackers just don't do the trick sometimes. I probably should have put the chicken nuggets in earlier though. Hmm. It should be okay.

Clay phoned. I'm supposed to go play baseball. Not a fan. But I think I'll go. It should be fun. And he said that there would be good drinks there. Mmm. Who could pass up good drinks? But more over, I don't really think it matters, in most cases, where you are or what you are doing, but more who you are with. I'd rather be chilling with some people, doing something I don't really like, than sitting at home with nothing to do. I could try cooking more. Maybe. I'm starting to think cooking takes too long though.

I think I did it wrong... It still tasted pretty good. I just like it better when I'm not following the directions. Family cooking tradition wins this one. Or maybe I should have measured out those things I guessed on. I'm not super cook yet. And those nuggets were definately late. I guess I should have waited. I'm still glad they are coming though. Pasta just doesn't cut it sometimes. Ya know?

My sister came home now... She cries because I didn't make her lunch. But, as you night now know, I don't do this often, and I didn't know where she was. She is a bit spoiled too. So she whines a lot and is super picky. Wow, that's really warm from the inside. Ahh! Milk is needed.

Thats better. Oh wow. But now I must finish my most excellent meal and deal with some other stuff before it's too late. Dun dun dunnnnn...

Don't read this.

Hi guys. This is a post born of boredom. I know, these ones aren't that great, and some don't even make it to your veiwing. That's because at stop somewhere around here, ask 'what am I doing', delete it all and pretend I have something to do. Yup. If I keep going now though, I will get pass the point where I quit, and then this will almost certainly make it to your veiwing. Isn't that splendid?

Or if something happens where I completely get distracted, so that there is no more train for me to catch, because it has come and gone. This has happened a few times...like when the post ends in something ridiculous and might seem abrupt. That's when it happens. I just end it, Because I don't know where I was going. Hmm...this one has gone some length without going anywhere really, and I still can't see where I could take it. Maybe to the movies. Haha. Sorry...

I went to a pasta night the other day. We had six people, three of whom had never been before. Woot. That means I am starting to hang out with people I don't always hang out with. That's not right though. I hung out with those people lots. I just never got them to come to pasta night. So it isn't my chilling group that is beginning to change, just the group of people I randomly invite to chill with. More a growth I guess. I don't think this makes sense anymore.

But yesterday was a good night. There was power surge, a once a month thing on a tuesday night for young kids. No, I go there to help out. Sheesh. Afterwards though, we managed to drag most of the teenage leaders into sidney for some chilling. Now, these are outside of my box. Well, the ones who stayed where I stayed anyway. And even though people I knew who worked at DQ quit, more people I knew joined, so I got to meet with them a bit too. I probably shouldn't have ordered the water though. That stuff is pretty toxic.

Wow...If I wasn't writing this to you now, I would have completely forgot about calling someone I said I would call. I guess I should thank you...Even if it was just for reading through all this nothing. Even though I told you not to. Haha.

Hero

Maybe a tad of spammage, but I figure that is okay. First, I must settle something though. It doesn't make me right or wrong, nor the other party, it just causes correctness to be irrelevant. Now, ideas are neither male nor female. Agreed? Alright, and a man behind a mask is an idea until the mask is taken off. You might not agreed with this. But this man stands for an idea. If he wasn't, he wouldn't wear a mask. So the man is an idea, causing the sexual preference of the said individual to be irrelevant. Unfortunately, I doubt that this is solid enough to satisfy the opposition.

But let us talk about heroes.

Some of us watched a movie tonight, at which I stated that the main character was one of my hero. I said it that way, with the bad grammer and all. So I tried to say that he composed part of my hero, which would then be made of many. Smooth, yes, I know. Then I thought of who the others would be. How many heroes can I have my friends? And how much do heroes say about a person? If I said that some of my heroes were Jesus, Hamlet, Macbeth, and V from 'V for Vendetta', who then would you picture me as?

These heroes I might say stand for more of ideas then actual people. Jesus may be seperate from that, but I'm pretty sure he can be in both, cause he is pretty darn amazing. I couldn't tell you what Hamlet would represent. And Macbeth...I like him because he is a villian showing qualities that I wouldn't say were bad. I can't really dislike villians who do that. Not like pretend to be good and then switch over, but are clearly bad, but...not evil. And V...needs a better name and to widen his focus a little, but he is a genius and...I don't know, I guess I get jealous of smart people. Even if they are only smart because it was written in a script... The image of intelligence I guess. But man, he knew how to put on a show.

Then it gets to people you know. Is there much difference between hero and role model here? There doesn't really have to be, but there can be at the same time. Someone could call a toll free number and ask for a bunsmaster collection and then they are your hero. That doesn't make them a role model. But they could be. Explanation discontinued.

My hero made of many others must contain some of the image and of the real. That's what I think. I can't think of words anymore. It's actually starting to annoy me.

My thoughts fled. Tell me what you think. Who are your heroes?

What is 'to hover'?

Hey guys. Andrew, if you want me to be a writer, you should probably pay me or something. Then I would just give you stuff like this. That would be so cool. To get paid for pretty much blogging? I'm down guys. Hook me up.

Speaking of writing, I have a friend who got in a 'write a novel in a month' contest. The people there seem pretty cool. After writing stuff like this for so long...Or not so long, but comparatively to when I wrote real stories (did I ever?), I don't know if I even can. Meh. There is no real prize anyway. But then, who needs a prize to write a novel? That can be one of my life goals. To write a novel. That has a story and plot and crap. Nothing like this.

Different tangent from my first blob, I acquired a pretty sweet bass. I was out fishing and...Caught this musical instrument on the end of my fishing line.... Yup. She is pretty sweet. She has been named Harry Optimus Prime. HOP for short I guess. Mostly so I can save my daughter from having that name. Haha...umm...Topic change.

To what? Oh yeah. I got it guys. We were out the other day to go shopping for Tommy's birthday, but then Tommy showed up. I guess that was my fault...So much for that. So it was mostly chilling in Sidney. Yup. We went to ten thousand villages, which all fit in Sidney somehow, and at the last one we found a monster foot bag. Some one said 'you should get it'. So I did. It breaks ankles, also strengthens them, and kills small children. Thus it is called 'Bruno, the Monster Hack'. Along with my giant sandwich...

Everything in theatre is supposed to be big. Like, ridiculously huge so people get the point. And you can't go too big. The bigger you go, the more funny it is. Musical theatre has become my playground. I mean a new person each session...That's twice a week. It's going to be amazing guys. I'm stoked already. Get your tickets for the show in March...

I'm also stoked for the viewing of 'V for Vendetta'. In history, all we talked about for a week or so was REVOLUTION. That was pretty much how I described said movie to people without giving away anything. Now, I want to see if my description is accurate. 'I wanna be a revolution...alright'.

By the way, happy Friday the 13th guys. You know what that means? Absolutely nothing! But it also happens to be Steve's birthday( for those who don't know, Steve is Matthew. You're asking which Matthew now...That is why he is Steve. We got him to respond to it and everything). He turns 17, and is set on the belief that that means that his life is over. That he has lost his youth. It's kind of funny.

Where does fascism start? In the home. You are sick.

Yay history class.

Now a story of the night before I leave you to go chill with Harry. We have much twanging to do. Like, I have to learn something by tomorrow, and the clock says that tomorrow is today. Darn. So us random group of teens are walking down the bike path. There are eight of us. One on a bike. Someone comes from the other way, doesn't see the guy on the bike. Falls onto the hill(you know, the one that lines the entire bikepath) and swears at us. Jerk. Well, one of us told him to deal with it. He didn't like that. But our group had sort of split in to two. Biker boy was up in the first group, and us four were in the rear. As hill hugger went to get even, we walked up, and he thought differently about getting even.

Except he kinda hung around for quite a while. He walked away, then came back with a skateboard and went past us to be in front of us. Okay. We were going to Subway, so we went to Subway. He didn't follow. He kinda chilled by the traffic lights on the phone. Does he not have something better to do? Time passes and numbers dwindle. Us, now four leave, and become three. Guess who is still roaming around the bike path. Guess if we took it or not.

Guess he had nothing better to do.

Why would something so simple and small dictate his night? I don't understand. Speaking of dictate, my Dad says it's time for bed. Agreed.

Foot on the Brake

I think forward motion has been lost. I mean, this weekend was excellent. But mostly because a really cool guy helped me realize that I'm not going anywhere. *gasp* Not going anywhere? Well, I'm hoping that other people know what that is like. You're living, but some wouldn't define you as alive. No more than bacteria. Eww. So what brings life? Love. Okay. But what makes how we are alive different from how bacteria is alive? For all I know right now, my life could have that much purpose. mmm. Encouraging. I don't think this has anything to do with anything though. I just don't feel like I'm going anywhere. Probably because I'm not.

So guys, Tell me where your going. If any of this life direction stuff made sense, let me know how goes it.

The Fest of...

You think millions of blogs will be saying 'happy thanksgiving'? Cuz if they are, I can't start off like that. Apparently Beethoven is on tv right now. You know, that dog movie. I watched it when I was a kid. You know what else I watched when I was a kid? (yay segway...ruined)

Milo and Otis. Soo good. For tose who don't know about this movie...Just ask me. You can watch it and then be in shock that I like such a movie. There's a dog and a cat, and they go on adventures, and we follow them. Back then I don't know why I watched it. Now...well, this is the first movie that I've seen that I remember watching as a kid that didn't really suck. In fact, it might have been better. So funny...How much do the things you do as a kid affect how we are know? By the way, commercials ten-thirteen years ago were pretty amazing...Aren't you glad you don't live in California.

If any one of you is waiting for something meaningful to turn up in this, stop waiting. It isn't coming.

And nerding has gotten even worse my friends. We acquired another nerd game. Another version of Risk. The ancient gods of war and sky and death and magic fight to the death pretty much. It can be pretty intense, when it doesn't suck. So, we got this on Friday night, and promptly assembled a crew to play with. We figured it out alright. We know what we want to tweak. We were up till about four in the morning...hahahaha. Soo good. Happy hour and beyond my friends.

Now, what was even better was the next morning. Like, five people called me. Three when I was still sleeping. So, first I think, I woke up at nine thirty. Yup, that gave five hours sleep. I....don't really know what I was thinking...I think I wanted to make sure I didn't miss any turns. So I found my compy, but it didn't work at all. So I restarted it, and when back to bed. Then my Mom called. Yes mom, I'm home. No, I don't know where I was. Yes I'm home now.
Yup.
Then Steve called. I gave directions. I was still asleep in bed. He didn't show up at the place...
Then Josh. Risk? When? Half an hour...I'll see what I can do.
I think here is where I started getting up.

Woo hoo triptophan. Spelt wrong? Probably.

Still ignoring spell checker. We aren't on speaking terms anymore...

Dance Party-ish

AHHHH! That's a good expression for the current moment. Does this mean I'm actually stressed about something? What?

Let's start more happy. Jon Loubert and I have concocted an amazing plan to live life well. It involves taking over a country

Yup. One of those plans.

I guess it started on Friday night. Friday night parties become lacking without Friday night partiers, so we just kinda...Yup. Smoker kids came to the church after. I didn't really care, but they decided to be smoking and smelling gross...yay. Eww. Then Liz came back cuz she was scared of some people having a party in their backyard. It smelled like one of them Friday night parties that people who drink have anyway. Jonny and I walked her home, then went into Sidney, just for kicks I guess. Subway was still open. We were amazed. So we went in to get drinks. We tried one of those refreshment tickets, but they said it wouldn't work...But then their cashier didn't work, so we got the drinks for free. Shasheen! Maybe it did work.

Eventually we got talking about having a half decent made paintball/laser tag building. One that would be amazing. Saturday came and went. Ignition, yaddayaddayadda. Then to Sunday. I have a knew favourite song. The pastor guy said we would pray, then we would have a benediction song that would blow our minds. 'Dance, then, where ever you may be...' It did.

Then we spoke of where to go for lunch. Then of lamb burgers and how ridiculously expensive they are. But prolly so good. This spawned the idea of having a sheep farm. Maybe some brown cows. We would have our lamb burgers, sweaters, and chocolate milk. What could be better? And that amazing paintball/laser tag building? It turned into a city, or maybe even a collection of islands. And we definitely threw in gokarts. Yup.

Guys, you may have heard it said by a certain guy that when students go into grade eleven, they hit a wall. Maybe it's reality or something. I was happy. I never hit that wall. But now...For the first time in pretty much forever, I don't get it. It will not click. Maybe other times, it would take some work to get there, and everything would be fine. But this time...It isn't like the classes matter. I have enough for whatever I want. I don't know what I want though so everything is greatly generalized. I figured just shotgun everything, then when I do know, there will be something to build on. I can't let a course defeat me. I can not.

Found out what the parts are in musical theatre. I'm somewhat content. And worried. Poor Joshua. He has a lot of memorizing. And I tricked them into thinking I can sing. Muaha. Yup.

Kyle and I spoke with Fitz about a Japan trip today too. That'll be...Interesting.

Apparently gokarts is similar to skirts. Who knew?

Yay clear direction. Isn't it great? I love knowing where I'm going. I'm not even done yet, but for now I'll leave you with that.

Forebode...

Think Blitzkrieg.

I went to that crazy ignition thing tonight. Hyped up for quite a while. Like Fanta. Don't get me wrong, Fanta is amazing, but when I first tried it, I thought 'that's all?' Hype makes you overexcited for things that do not credit that much excitement. Fanta is just really addicting. Why don't we have any here?

As for ignition, as the brilliant girl who sat beside me said, 'what are we doing here? They will say yay we are great Christians, then go out tomorrow and stay the same as we were. Nothing happens. We should be out there, in Victoria, doing something useful'. Maybe that shouldn't have quotation marks. I can't remember it exactly. You get the gist. I'm pretty sure the point of ignition was for us to go crazy in getting our friends to come, have them exposed to Jesus through some guy, and then help them Through if they want to, to be a Christian. I didn't do that. I would rather have ten people who didn't grow up in christianese to have been there instead of me. Or even just one. Sure, the bands were fun, But I would trade fun any day for giving someone a potentially, radically changed life. I didn't really get or care what he said. Maybe I should have more. Mostly I thought 'I've heard this. Tell it to someone who hasn't'. That someone I didn't bring...

They didn't ask a whole bunch of Christians to go out into Victoria because they intended to bring Victoria to them. Maybe it isn't to late. Ignition is a start of something. A fire perhaps. So, it isn't over?