Random ramblings that slightly vary from those before.

Anyone watch Falcons vs. Saints last night? Not cool.

To give you any idea of how utterly awesome my life is, I think you should know what my siblings gave me for Christmas. Sibling #1 gave me a light-saber. Sibling #2 gave me cheese balls and a stick unicorn. Sibling #3 gave me bubble wrap.

I miss school people.

No way! A bajillion people are engaged!

In other news, I went back to work today. Wasn't half bad. I can't walk anymore, but that is the price you pay. A few people were even happy to see me. Success!

Merry Christmas!

Whyyyy do we say "merry"? Every other holiday is "happy." Christmas is the only "merry" holiday. Why is that? We don't use the word "merry" any other time. Ever.

My father just ran in and shot me with a Nerf rifle.

I have bubble wrap.

Merry Christmas:)

40 before 40

To directly copy Jon Acuff, this is a list of 40 things I want to do before I turn 40. In no particular order. I realize I won't be 40 for a very long while, but I thought I'd allow plenty of time...

1. Impress Mrs. C.
2. Go to New Zealand
3. Visit the NFL Hall of Fame
4. Graduate from college
5. Do so with honors
6. Go to England and come back with an accent
7. Have a lightsaber duel in public
8. Wear Converse everywhere I go
9. Win another Fantasy Superbowl
10. Get married
11. Adopt
12. Visit Africa and see an elephant
13. Drive through KC without freaking out
14. Go to an NFL game
15. Sponser a Compassion child
16. Wear Converse to my own wedding
17. Make a decent score in mini golf
18. Visit Germany
19. Sell a picture
20. Play tackle football in the snow
21. Go to DC
22. Buy a Favre Vikes jersey
23. Win many Chuck Norris wars
24. Stay out all night
25. Visit Disney World
26. Avoid debt
27. Go hiking in the Alps
28. While singing The Sound of Music
29. Take a road trip with the girls
30. Get an A on a paper
31. Eat a large pizza by myself
32. Buy a Mustang
33. Ride horses until I'm so sore I can't walk
34. Learn to play Tennis
35. Beat Joey in Wii bowling
36. Stay in shape
37. Be a cool mom
38. Start my own business
39. Take a train in Europe
40. Dye my hair

The Streak. Is over.

Firstly, I know I'm late on this, and I fail at blogging, but it was finals week, so cut me some slack.

Warning: If you are not a fan of the NFL, than nothing I am about to say is going to make sense. So you can either quit reading now, or be confused. Your decision. However, if you quit reading now, you will forever wonder what it is I was blogging about today.

297 games. 321 if you count the playoffs. Which kind of should be counted, since they're the ones that count. Anyways, that is a LOT of football games. 20 years worth, actually.

Yes, this is another post about Brett Favre. Don't critisize my obsessiveness just yet, please.

His record for the most consecutive starts came to an end on Tuesday, due to a crazy shoulder injury. And of course, the game just HAD to only be shown locally, because it was postponed.

I know that there are many people who hate Favre. There are others who loved him while he played for Green Bay. There are even more who think he's nothing but a drama queen who can't stay out of trouble and likes attention a little too much. I'm not going to argue any of those points. All I'm saying is the man is a football legend. Can you imagine being crushed by 300 pound guys every week for 20 years? I haven't even been alive that long.

Whatever else he is, Brett Favre is a fighter, a survivor, and the kind of hero people write stories about. I know football isn't even close to being important in the grand scheme of things. But sometimes the things guys go through on or off that field inspire other people to do real things. For 20 years he was on that field, ready to go for the opening kickoff. For 20 years he has played through every variety of injury. He fought an addiction to pain killers and won. The day after his father died, he went out and played an amazing game for his father. He went out and won after finding out his wife had cancer. He has been through a lot, and he's been through it all in front of the whole world. And yet he managed to pull through, keep winning, and set all kinds of records. If nothing else, he has taught us the value of perserverance. He taught us to have fun. No matter what was wrong with the rest of the world, every week he got out there and played like he was a kid again. For the love of the game. How many of us love something enough to do it for 20 years straight? Never stopping, never quitting, even when all the odds are against us? Maybe football and Brett can show us something meaningful after all.

I know he isn't retired yet, but I know it's happening sooner rather than later. He has at last run out of time. In a few years, few will know him. He won't be remembered by the next generation of football fans. He may be known as a TV analist. I don't think so. I think he will ride his mower out in Mississippi, play backyard ball with his grandchilden, and tell them stories of playing with the greats.

Even if he does disappear from public view, I shall never forget him or watching him play. He won me more than one Fantasy Superbowl, and has given me countless hours of awe and entertainment.

But more than that, he taught me that nothing is ever really impossible, and that the last second is still part of the game. Did I seriously just dig life lessons out of the grid iron? Woah, me.

Football won't ever be the same...

Nerds unite!

I just had the best conversation ever. It began with a friend of mine asking me what I had asked for for Christmas. I said...a lightsaber. He got really excited, which is funny, because I never would have guessed him to be the fantasy type. From there it moved to LOTR. How many times we've read the books (he has me beat by 12), our favorite characters/scenes, bonus features, weapons, and so on and so forth. It was bad enough that the other friends decided they were going to go to Sonic while they waited for us to shut up. It was epic.

In other news, finals are next week! Ahhhh....actually the week is shaping up to be quite boring. Ah well.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader opens tomorrow! AH! I'm so excited!

This morning in Design we were informed that "in the beginning, the camera was stationary."

A few random facts about life...

1. I stink at blogging.
2. Honey buns are not good for you.
3. The radio never plays the songs you want it to.
4. Cotton is a really good scent.
5. Double chocolate muffins fix most everything.
6. Who thought of flavored water?
7. Flowers are nice to draw.
8. People are not.
9. Mustaches are odd.
10. Lint rollers were a great invention.
11. There are Christmas trees everywhere!

Youth Pastor? Band Leader?

Tonight at school we had 33 Miles in concert. Which was sweet. And they ended with an awesome rendition of Footloose. But I digress. The point is there is a very fine, almost invisable line between being a band guy and a youth guy.

1. The Hair. This is certainly the most important element. Unless they are large and bald, they all have the exact same haircut. I heard awhile back that guys were going in and asking for Justin Bieber-esc haircuts. I think it's pretty much the same with band/youth guys. They go into their barber (are they even still called that?) and ask for a rock star cut. You know exactly what I'm talking about. It's generally golden blond of dark brown. Looks like hat hair + bed head. Loosely spikey. Men over 28 use it to try and look like they're still in college.

2. Skinny jeans. I have nothing against them. I wear them from time to time myself. Some guys can pul it off some can't. If you can, then more power to you.

3. Skinny ties. This is a new fad that a lot of the youth pastors haven't quite caught onto yet. Jason from 33 Miles has though. So has Josh Wilson. Get with the times, please.

4. Converse. You just cannot go wrong. It really doesn't matter what you're wearing, Converse match. Skinny jeans, gym shorts, dresses, you name it. Stick with basic black, unless you go to a liberal church or belong to a wilder band. Or if you work at carnivals. That applies, too.

5. Denim jackets. Why? I don't know. It's just needed. These come in basic blue or black. Black is of course cooler.


In other news...what is it about having a guitar that makes people walk around and dance weirdly on stage?

That is so not real.

A very interesting discussion ensued in Drawing 1 Section 2 the other day. What was it about?

Art.

Duh, I mean it is an art class, after all.

More specifically, Mrs. Instructor said she hates it when people buy cheap decor just to "match their sofa." She said that her daughter had purchased a couple of prints from Hobby Lobby for her house, but she told said daughter that she did not like them.

Why?

Because they weren't real. They were done by an artist. They were 1 out of 5 hundred thousand billion.

Now I, being an art major myself, am not really sure of my stance on this particular topic. Yes, it is more cool and legit when it's one of a kind art from a sweet personwhohasastudiodressesfunnyandalwayshaspaintintheirhairorchalkontheirfingers. However, some people are poor, and just need a nice picture or two to help disguise their state of poorness, and/or make things look pretty.

But (never start a sentence with a coordinating conjunction, but this is where it gets good) how often do we do that in our lives? Not only do we buy the fake stuff to put on our walls, but I think we also keep the fake stuff around in our lives. We do nice things and pretend we love Jesus, but how often is it just an act? (Drat, I use the word "but" way too often...also the word "often") We want others to see how utterly awesome we are, we don't want to dissappoint people, so what do we do? We fake it.

Well guess what. People make be faked out, but God isn't.

Oh snap.

P to the R to the O-B-L-E-M

God doesn't care what super nice things you are doing. He cares how and why you are doing it. And news flash: doing it so other people will notice your awesomeness is not a good reason. Sorry.

So. I really can't care less about what you decorate with (Unless it's super ugly). However, God cares what you "decorate" your life with.

So make sure it's all real.

2 weeks, and I get to sleep in

Thanksgiving break. 2 weeks. Who's excited? Obviously, sleep is not the only thing I'm excited for. But it's up there on the list. Along with bacon, curly fries, and omelets I can't afford. But after all, what are friends, family, and boyfriends for? Just kidding.

By the way, the research paper is being done on cyber bullying. Stink, I need to start it. Did I mention my Comp prof plays tuba in the army band?

I like Missouri. Why? Because there are concerts out the wazoo here, of course.

I was asked the other day what we do to pass the time here. I said we go to Walmart and we take pictures. By that I don't mean we take pictures at Walmart. We do, however, spend lots of money we shouldn't.

Dude. I just dropped my ring on the floor, and instead of rolling away, it just kind of plopped down like on the Fellowship. How awesome is that? Very, I say. Speaking of, the Hobbit actually has a cast now, and they might just start filming in my lifetime.

Who invented Algebra lab?

It makes no sense to me.

Not that I'm complaining. Entertaining stuff goes down in that computer lab from approx 12:21 pm, to anywhere from 12:42-1:36 pm every Thursday. Theoretically, computer labs are quiet places. Which one guy who sits by me is. The other one, however, is "8,000 years" older than the rest of us, and likes to share his vast store of knowledge with the rest of us. AKA slopes, exponents, etc.

On an unrelated note, Daniel is sitting on the other side of the lab looking confused. No, I am not creeping. He is sitting in plain sight, thank you. And on the other side is that guy from math who borrowed my pen and never gave it back. I'm not bitter at all. Really

Question: Is it ok to buy clothes by Miley Cyrus as long as you don't tell anyone? She obviously doesn't wear her label, it covers too much. So if it's cute, and it's cheap, and no one finds out by your roommate...is it safe?

Maybe that's what I should write my paper on. Miley is a controversial subject, right? Bah. We have to write arguementative research papers for Comp, and I really don't know what to do mine on. At the moment I'm considering the legit-ness of OCD, for lack of a better subject. I was going to do abortion or physician assisted suicide or something, but we aren't allowed to use morality-based topics. Sad-ness. So then I was going to do global warming, only every thing I've found is pretty much one-sided. So what, I'm supposed to argue with myself? I think not. All of the other good topics have been taken, i.e. seatbelts in buses, video games and school violence, etc. Maybe I'll do it on school bullying or something like that. How that's an arguement, I'm not sure. I guess I could argue that it's a problem, but that's a bit of a duh factor, don't you think?

4 hours. 3 people.

That's right. I'm sitting at work and that is the grand total. Why? Because I was dumb enough to schdule myself during the homecoming game. Oh well. I have all of my homework for the next 4 days done. Just had a nice conversation with a random guy. Stuck some post it notes in random places.

This morning some of us walked a mile backwards. We thought it might be fun. Actually, we had a sign that was supposed to go on the back of the float, but it didn't work out, so we just carried it behind. T'was great fun. Our brother dorm won 1st, and we came out with 2nd. Mainly because they had smurfs and Jedi.:)

P.S. Dorm chats don't make a lot of sense, but they are very catchy.

For the sake of blogging

Jason and Brendan said I should blog about something. However, I don't remember what that something was, so therefore I cannot blog about it. Sad day. Oh well. Such is life I suppose.

On the bright side, I got 99% on my last Design project.

On the downside, my puck rocker self died in English today. I did, however, get a few votes. No, I did not vote for myself.

Math is evil. That is all there is to it.

Dear Minnesota Vikings:

What was that? I mean really. You guys must have missed the memo back in Jr. High, but false start-ing every other play is not acceptable. The point of the defense is to defend. Might want to get on that. Oh, and you know that guy who throws the ball? There's this thing called protection, and you're supposed to do it. Just thought I'd throw that out there. Take it or leave it, but I know you guys can do better than that.

In case you missed it, the first half IS part of the game.

Also on the downside, Favre had 5 turnovers and now holds the record for most fumbles.

On the upside, he became the only player with 70,000+ passing yards. That is a stinking big amount of yards, people. He also became the first with 500 TD passes. Make that 502.

Sooo basically there was about 20 minutes in there that I enjoyed. Although I'm pretty sure the other people in the lobby got a kick out of my talking to the TV. Eh, it happens.

Why must blog posts always have titles?

Titles are ridiculous things. They work for book and magazines, but that's as far as it goes. What if I have a super awesome blog, but my title ends up being horrific, people decide not to read it as a consequence, and I never become famous? That would be tragic! So please, read the blog regardless of the title. It probably won't be super awesome, but hey, I can try can't I?

So. English class. Simulation game. Apparently the earth is about to be hit by a meteor, and everyone will die. Drat. But! We have a space ship. We also have a distant planet that is apparently capable of sustaining human life. One problem. It's one of those two door models that only seats five. So out of the whole entire world, the world being the class, only five get the esteemed privelige of living next week. I am a 17 year-old punk rocker. That's right. You heard me. So, why should I get a seat on the space ship? I really don't know. I wouldn't vote for myself. However, we are required too, so I had better come up with something, eh? The rest of the world is composed of: An Amish wagon maker, a car salesman, a homeless person, a televangelist, and astronaut with herniated disks, a McDonald's employee, a poet who grows orchids, a 12 year-old genius with diabetes, a nurse with arthritis, a parent with three children, a sterile doctor, a geneticist with a criminal record, a prostitute, a college freshman, an unemployed inventor, a high school science teacher, a janitor, a high school sophomore, a supermodel, and a CEO. ...and five of us are supposed to get together and start a colony? Riiight...at least we get credit for it, I guess. Although, if you think about it, the prof won't be on the space ship, therefore she won't be on the planet, therefore she cannot grade us, therefore our lives in English have been wasted. Stink. We tried suggesting to her that we should just call Chuck Norris and he would take care of the meteor, but she said no. I have a feeling I shall remain on earth to die. Maybe I'll call Chuck anyway.

On a totally nonrelated note, I have eaten nothing but sandwiches, chips and honey buns today.

...if unicorns were real, which they are...

First order of business: My boyfriend is amazing. Four months of amazing. Plus some. P.S. He mailed me chocolate. And a unicorn. AH

Second order of business: I saw a girl in a Snow White costume the other night. Not just any girl, but one of the RA's from my dorm. Awesome.

Third order of business: To those certain people in those certain classes: Ok. We get it. You know everything there is to know on this subject. Maybe even more. You can stop telling us. you also need to stop sighing in disgust every time the prof makes a point you already know. Which seems to be all of them.
By the way, I was wondering how, when we took that placement test the first day of class, you didn't test out and move on to higher classes more suited to your vast knowledge?

She wear short skirts, I wear t-shirts...

No, I was not singing Taylor Swift. Ok, maybe. Actually, the boys were. Because that is what you do in college. Ok, so last night we walked out of the dorm to go run, and a car went through the parking lot. It had at least six guys in it. The windows were rolled down, and "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift was blasting. And they were singing. Very loudly. Very, very loudly. It was the funniest thing ever.

I'm sure there was something else SUPER important I had to say, or rather type, but it has slipped my mind.

I fail.

P.S. We made 2 miles in 33 minutes. Be impressed.

1) I have not yet flunked out of college

2) Yes, the last post was supposed to say 'sheep'
3) Our room is clean.
4) My roommate's boyfriend called me fat because I was listening to their phone conversation.
5) I have a headache.
6) In the MLA format, you're supposed to spell out every number below thirty.
7) No one knows why, including my teacher.
8)Apparently I look pretty today.
9) My hall mate asked this morning if my eyes have always been this color.
10) Doritos are amazing.
11) Chocolate milk is life.
12) I have to go to a poetry reading tomorrow.
13) I want to go to bed.
14) I don't understand the point of interval notation.
15)I like lists.

Sheep deprivation...

...it runs wild in room 203. Which is, by the way, greater than, or equal to, room 205. They own Mulan, that's basically what makes them cool. We swept (not slept:(...) and vaccumed today. Yay us. We also forgot the rugs in the washing machine. Oops. Also, if one is going to major in art, one should be rich, because they request rediculous things of you, like buying $40 pastel sets, that you will never ever use again after the semester. In the words of Sam, "Technically, with all the money I've given to this school, this stuff should already be covered." This is the same guy who just realized today that I'm in 3 of his classes. He only knew about 2, apparently. Pastels are evil. If anyone wants to know. My English teacher would dislike this post. Why? Because I am rambling and there is no "clear purpose." I'm sitting at work by the way. Yes, I am working. This is what they pay me to do. Whoop!

Oh, if anyone cares, and/or is still reading at this point, we (who's we? the world may never know.) went to a Matt Maher/Addison Road/Tenth Avenue North concert the other day. It was AWESOME. I should find a new word, but the fact remains, it was awesome. It was the God-thing of the week. Maybe the month. Tenth Avenue North is beyond amazing. Side note: their lead singing is very good looking. But not the point...

Money is overrated. However, it is needed. I need some. Well, eventually anyway. So if you want to send me some, well...

Have a Six Flags day!

Yes, Andrew, we realize that that isn't an adjective. However, you're just going to have to deal with it.

This weekend was totally epic. In every sense of the word. For one, my car didn't die. Completely. We did have to stop for like 40 minutes, let it cool down, and add oil...and had a few Missouridriversaredreadfulandshouldn'tbeallowedtodrivebikesonthe"motorway"muchlesscars. Over all, it went rather well, though.

On the way there Friday we realized that we had absolutely no plan for that evening, so we started calling people. Most of them couldn't make it, because we should have notified them more than 2 1/2 hours in advance. Oh well. We found Morgan and went to Chipotle. Also the boyfriend came, which was the amazingest thing ever. We sat there til they closed, then went next door to Starbucks, and then relocated to Steak and Shake with more people. It was awesome. And I heard the guys use the word "awesome" so many times this weekend, that there's no avoiding it now. Oh well.

Saturday we got lost going to Six Flags. We also got lost in Six Flags. And it was all Andrew. And it was awesome. And I finally got to meet Stephen. Also awesome. And we had a million McNuggets.

Hawk Nelson. Kutless. Awesome. Slightly less awesome when you have the very mature college boys you came with whinning through all of HN because they dislike boy bands. I can't even believe them...ok, yes I can. They screamed and yelled a lot all day, as well...I at least only whinned to get what I wanted, which was food.

This morning. GBC. 10 million amazing people. I am not exagerating. Well, yes I am. But not the point.

So basically it was the best weekend ever, and the boyfriend coming made it 16.6754x better. Because he's awesome.

Allergies are so delightful.

Note to the world in general: avoid our room. At all costs. The roommate and I both feel like poo. Which also translates into our having no social life today. Cool, huh?

However, I have yet to fall asleep in class. Granted is has only been 2 1/2 weeks. But still.

My English teacher has the cutest clothes.

We had a BBQ with our "brother dorms" last night. I think the whole point of dorm socialy things is to match make, I really do. Not that it appears to be working so far. I know of one person who has found a boyfriend so far. But, like I said, it's only been 2 1/2 weeks. We have the whole dorm socialed future in front of us. On a slightly related note, guess who is dumb and has to work during the homecoming game? Even when I make my own schedule, I still end up missing everything...

Also, I am very superly annoyed. Why, you ask? Because tomorrow evening they are showing a movie in the Union. Why is this a problem? Because NFL Kickoff is tomorrow night. Because it's the Saints and the Vikings. Because it'll be epic. Because it's BRETT FAVRE for crying out loud. As soon as I figure out who's in charge of the activity committee, or whatever it is, well...

I am terrible at this...

...you should all stop reading this blog. It's just that bad. Just kidding. Actually you should invite aaall your friends and make signs and posters and t-shirts, so that I can become world famous and go to Paris to eat scones. I'm not even for sure what a scone is, but it sounds more refined than crossants, which is what I would really like. Maybe they're the same thing?

Anywho, it rained the other day, and I left my windows part way down. Ugh. This isn't even the first time this has happened. So today I went to Wally World and got a rather over powering air freshener. Good stuff. Note to general population: when you are standing in an aisle, and someone says 'excuse me,' it's probably because they need what you are in front of, so you should nicely move. Just throwing that out there.

I should go to bed. My roomie has left me again. I'm heading to Springtown tomorrow so I should probably pack. I hate packing. It's such a pain and a half. The majority of the school left already, so there are like a bajillion awesome parking spaces around. The best part is, I'll probably get back before most of them, so I'll still get a sweet spot. Yay me. Anyways, those of us who are left watched Disney movies all evening. It was awesome.

Chocolate milk and pizza go great together.

And I have the best boyfriend ever.

It's Sunday...

and I haven't posted since Thursday. I'm really bad at this whole blogging thing. I apoligize for giving the rest of the blogging world a bad name. I can't help it. I'm a poor college student with weird eating habits. I'm not sure how that's applicable, but I tried.

I don't remember what happened on Friday. Like for real I have no idea. Ok, I lied. We had a surprise party for the head group leader. Total success. And some of us went to a highschool football game. It was cold. Other than that, I have no idea what went down.

Saturday I got to sleep in for the first time in like 2 weeks, which was AMAZING. You have NO idea. And I went to a college football game for the first time ever. Cool stuff. We got creamed. And I didn't think my roommate would ever return, but thankfully she did.

Mexican food is awesome.

I like bouncing.

With the exception of one particular teacher/class, which shall go unnamed, college is awesome. The whole pilesofhomeworkmostofwhichtakesforeverandidon'tknowwheretostart thing isn't the greatest, but so far it's managable.

Today in Sem we did a learning style test. Turns out I'm kinesthetic, which, and I'm paraphrasing, means I don't sit still. Actually I already knew that, but hey, now it's like a scientific fact. Or something. I don't know. At least Jason knows why I just stand there and bounce now. The really bad part was, she was talking about it and said something to the effect of, "people with this learning style can't sit still. They always have to mess with a pin or bounce their legs." Guess what I was doing at that exact moment in time? I don't think anyone saw me. However, as soon as the topic of going to bed early came up, Jason turned around in his chair and looked straight at me, along with a few other people. They know me so well. And it's only been a week. Weird.

I love my Comp teacher. For one thing, she has THE cutest clothes. I also like the way she talks, which is always good when you have to listen to someone for and hour at a time. Today we had show and tell. No joke. It was the funniest/most awkward thing ever. Rabbit trail...awkward is NOT spelled A-K-W-A-R-D. It makes it even more awkward when you spell awkward wrong. K? K.

It's official now.

I am a poor college student. Michael said we weren't official until Monday, and it's Tuesday. Actually it's three minutes to Wednesday.

I just thought I'd let everyone (all 7 of you) know that I haven't died or starved or fallen down stairs or anything yet. I guess I did get locked in the bathroom, knock off my mirror (which is now totally fixed, thank you Matt!), and take a wrong turn out of a parking lot and end up in the residential district in the dark. Also, I couldn't find rooms for two of my classes. One of them I asked directions from a random lady who ended up being the teacher. She knows me now. Guess we'll find out if that's a good thing or not later. Oh, and my Psyc teacher did magic tricks yesterday (wait, the day before. It is now Wednesday). Awesome.

Today the roomie and I were all adult-like and opened bank accounts. Which took forever. But! We got free t-shirts! Too bad all they had was XL. So if anyone wants a free bank t-shirt...

We went to Walmart. Fun stuff in the dark, let me tell you. The roomie and I not only have matching lanyards, bank accounts, and chips, now we also have matching backpacks and hair ribbon. Yeah, we're cool. Be jealous. We lost each other, exasperated the ladies in the fabric department, and got asked by the guy at the registar if we were sisters.

I also started "work" today. I use the term 'work' loosely, because I pretty much sit at the desk and do whatever I want. Homework, Facebook, texting. Looking at cake. It's great.

The really cool thing about today happened at lunch. I was sitting with some of my groupies, and we were just chatting about life and school. I said something about art supplies costing me mucho money, when Stephen (who had his Bible) informed me that God always supplies, and then proceeded to read Proverbs to us. It was the coolest thing ever. God definitely knew what He was doing by putting our group together. They are they best ever.

So it's official. I'm a poor college student. With people looking out for me. And I like it.

P.S. The boyfriend is coming to visit next week!!!

Weeds and BBQ sauce

It's 364 degrees here! Plus humidity. Not really. But I think today was one of the hottest days in forever. Probably only because we were outside all day. The schedule said "B-Town Excersion," which we all assumed meant driving around checking out Bolivar. What it really meant was service projects. Which was odd, but still pretty cool. We had some interesting group bonding. With about 300 pounds of weeds. You think I'm kidding, but Grant, who knows everything except the meaning of words like perplexed (see Jason, I can so spell it), and exasperation, gave us his profesional weighing opinion. I would like to apologize to Josh again for hitting him with a water bottle. Kind of. Anyways, my mirror ended up not being re-glued after all, due to the fact that the little metal doohickey wouldn't come out. It's like rusted on there or something, and Matt broke his screwdriver trying to get it out. I'm a pain, and that's all there is to it. However, they think I'm funny (?) so they allow me to stick around their awesomeness. After all that excitement, we were all covered in sand and sweat and it was gross. We took showers, but those ended up being pointless. Stick around and I'll tell you in a minute.

We had another worship service, which was pretty cool. Half of the songs they do no one has ever heard of. Which is weird. But whatever. Poop, I'm starting sentences with 'but' again. Argh. Anyways, afterwards we all sat around in the grass (There were chiggers. Not cool.) and talked about our testamonies. Also, Stephen almost fell out of a tree.

Dinner tonight was the "Black Squirrel Affair." Basically, everyone wore white shirts, there were no napkins, and there was BBQ beef, chicken, and baked beans. Plus really good cookies. So it was pretty much a campus food fight out on the field infront of the apartments. I greatly dislike BBQ sauce, but they roped me into going anyway. The chicken at least was sauce-less. It was rather entertaining. I feel so gross right now, Root beer is incredibly sticky. Like, you have no idea. So yes, that was today. Good times.

Why hello, college

Officially moved in! Yay! This week has been insane! I had no idea you could fit so much stuff in a dorm room. But we can. It's awesome. I locked myself in the bathroom already. That was fun. Rather amusing. Today I got lost twice and my rearview mirror fell off! I am so thankful for the awesome guys in my group. They took me to the auto parts store and found me glue stuff, and are going to fix it for me tomorrow:). Super cool. Also, they have really cool worship services here. And we've been up til 2 am every night so far. Good times. Anyways I love it here and have nothing else to say currently

Hillbilly bowling and beyond

My socks have stars on them.

Also, today was crazy in a box. Minus the box. It was awesome.

First, we went to this little tiny church around the corner. Ok, so they had as many people as we do, but it was still little and tiny. Don't argue. There were very nice older people, and the greeter lady gave us nice cards and tea bags for visiting. Only we don't drink tea. So I'm not sure what we do now. Does that make us heathens? Are the angels frowning down upon us because of our dislike of Lipton? And tea in general? Somehow I doubt it, because I'm pretty sure that in Heaven there are rivers of orange soda. Not tea. That would be a nasty looking river. Plus orange soda is the bestest thing out there. Ever. Yes, I realize I said bestest. Don't talk. Aaaanyways, it was very nice and little and quite enjoyable. Until the music/piano lady stood up, looked at us, and said, "Would our guests like to do a special?" We just kind of sat there...Dad shook his head but she ignored him. She looked at Mom, and said, "Will you sing?" like 4 times before Mom said, "We don't sing," and she left us alone and made some other people sing instead. It was very weird. Not cool. We don't sing, except in the car. Singing-ness is not the only gift God gives people, people. So don't assume that just because we're in ministry we could make in on American Idol or something. Because we can't. I'm sorry if that's in your preacher-family manual. It's not in mine. But then, mine's in NKJV, and yours might be the Message. I don't know. No offence by the way. Anyways, we made it out alive and special-less. Sad day.

After the whole beingfreakedoutbecausewethoughtweweregoingtoberoundhousekickedintosingingsomethingwedidn'tknowfortotalstrangers thing, we were all about ready to DIE of hunger. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. Well yes I am. But not the point. Anyways, the town/city/village/resort/randomplacewherehouseshappentobe doesn't have any fast food. So we drove our starving selves around until we found a nice little resteraunt. That happened to be connected to a bar and a bowling alley. They had good pizza. We ate. We went bowling. Which was cool, because I got like 2 strikes, and that never happens. I didn't win, but I at least beat some...other people. Oh, and we had to keep score for ourselves. On a piece of PAPER. I have NEVER ever seen that before. It was quite fascinating, let me tell you. Good thing Dad was around when they had those kinds of things, or we might have had to ask the nerdyglassessmokerwhotalkstorandompeoplelikemybrotherinthebathroom guy who works there for help. I actually kind of liked his glasses. Also, I hope that some day, in about 13 years, more than 7 people read this blog, and I become rich and famous and can buy Snuggies for my dogs. OK, back to your regularly scheduled programing. Bowling is nice. I like it. But sometimes you have very interesting people in bowling alleys. People that select Kenny Chesney on the Jukebox (that was at least electronic) and turn it up louder than it can legally go. People that dress scarily and have tattoos in weird places. People who go up to other people of the opposite gender that I don't think they actually know and start flirting under the guise of "I can't bowl, but you can. So teach me now!" People who end up sharing a pitcher of beer with the other people. While smoking. And then start making out. But don't worry about the 11 year old kid sitting right there. And the 5 year old in the other lane. Who was lucky enough to merit bumpers. Ha. First of all, there are certain places in which one should not do certain things. Second of all, there are certain things that should not be done to begin with. Wow, this is getting really long. But it's entertaining, so you shall keep reading, yes? Of course yes. Don't be silly.

That was an adventure. A kind of weird, slightly gross adventure, but still an adventure. Besides, I got 2 strikes, remember? After that, Ripley's Believe It Or Not was almost tame. Almost. Did you know that they do in fact make paper out of elephant poop? And furthermore, they call it "Poo Poo Paper," and sell it in gift shops! Which is like THE single coolest thing EVER. But do you think my nice father would buy me some? Nope. So I went and told the nice guy that worked there that my daddy wouldn't buy me elephant poop. He laughed. I'm sure he probably gets that a lot. They weren't exactly sold out. It was oderless, by the way.

I think that's about it for today...oh, except that we went down to the Landing, which is like the coolest place ever, and they shot fire and water to the tune of I don't know what it was, but before that they played Taylor Swift. Which has nothing to do with anything, but I thought I'd tell you anyway. Oh, and on the way down there, there were weird old men with horse pulley thingys, only I would never ride them, on account of they were so rude as to make their horses wear the dumbest hats ever, and if I were a horse I would be mortified. I am thinking that there are a lot of run on sentences in this post. But such is life. Also you should never start a sentence with 'but' or 'and,' which I have also been doing. I hope the grammer gods don't kill me. BUT I'm not too worried. What were we talking about? The Landing. The light posts played music, which kind of freaked the Sister out. We were going to go take some pictures on this little dock thingy, which didn't really look different from anything else, only there was a gangster dude fishing off of it. So we didn't.

And we also killed an armadillo. It was loud and crunchyyy. That, my friends, is a true story.

Sigh...

I'm sure I'll be all excited again next week. Ok, I know I will. Just not right now. Mainly because I went to Dollar General for the last time. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. Ask the best friend. She wanted to give the lady a hug. We kind of like Dollar General. In case you didn't know, they carry bubbles, silly string, egg dye, coloring books, water ballooons, stickers, and really cute mini staplers, scissors, and tape. There are great stories behind each of those items, let me assure you. We like Dollar General.

Also, if you've never played the game of Life, you really ought to. For hours. On end. And name every single one of those little plasitc people. Ok, maybe it's just because we live in a small town with nothing better to do. Today contained the most depressing game of Life ever. We finished, and then all just sat there looking at each other. And then we all started laughing and crying at the same time. Partly because the best friend said she's going to have life tourney's at school, and the little brother thought we were crazy and told us to just cry and get it over with. So we did. And now, here I sit.

I am super excited for college. True story. But I'm also going to miss you guys like crazy. Ok, that's my emo rant for the day. I'm done now:)

Forever a Favre Fan

I know, I'm crazy, right? I mean he is after all, indecisive, a traitor, and dramatic. Also, he should shave. But I just can't help it.

I've watched him play since I was 11, and he's won me more than one Fanball Super Bowl. I've seen him complete passes and win games he shouldn't have. I saw him pass the touchdown record, the start record, and even the interception record. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that last one...but he wouldn't be Brett Favre without it. His reckless and fun way of playing earned him those interceptions and defeats, yes, but they earned him many more touchdowns and victories. I watched him play the day after his dad died, and play well. I watched him win his 200th start.

I've also watched him retire. Twice. Or is it three times? I can't remember. I do remember several off seasons before, being in fear that he would do the unthinkable and never return. Yes, I cried the first time he retired. I was sure football as we knew it was over. I was thrilled when he came back, less thrilled when he landed with the Jetts...but I never gave up thinking that somehow the old guy still had it in him. When he retired the second time I didn't cry. Because I knew he'd come back. And he did. Once again, I wasn't over happy with the team he ended up with. Not because they were bad, but because it's the Vikings. They're like...evil. But I guess you can't be too bad when you've got Jared Allen. So last year, I watched him have the greatest season of a nineteen year career. Yes, they missed the Super Bowl by a play. But would they have even made it that far if Brett wouldv'e retired? I guess we'll never know.

I didn't believe it last year, and I don't believe it this year. Brett will be back. He'll get hit, sacked, and bruised. But he'll also run around on that field, flinging the ball all over creation, and smiling like a little kid the whole time. Because he's Brett.

My big sister got hitched...

...and I didn't burn the church down. Actually, I almost couldn't get the lighter to light. Which is actually good, because we were seriously tempted to set the bows on fire as we want down the aisle. It would have been dramatic. Problematic, but dramatic. Wow. I should really not talk. Or type, as the case may be.

But really, I love weddings. And I cried all through this one. Dad cried too, so it was ok. And the other pastor made himself cry. And everyone else on my row was fine until he sang to her. Which was the cutest thing ever.

I think I'll stop now...

I love you, Hailey:)

Hello summer

Ow. That's about all I can think to say right now. Ow. I look like a lobster. No joke. God had someone invent sunblock for a reason. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. You can feel the heat radiating through my clothing. Did I mention I look like a lobster?

Also, always look when pulling away from the curb. A lady almost killed me the other day.

Ow.

Death by towels...

This whole going-to-college thing is a lot more complicated than it should be. I'm somehow supposed to fit my life in half a dozen rubbermaid containers. Plus a fridge. A toaster. An iron. An ironing board. A guitar. All the extra shoes that won't fit in my shoe thing. And it all has to fit in the back of Joe. (Joe is the name of my car, BTW.) HA. I don't even have room for all my towels. Ok, slight exageration. But seriously. I am set for life. Not really on towels, but on washcloths. No lie. I'm leaving half of them here for Mom to quilt for the homeless of Oz. Because they all match. No worries there. My chair and my comforter are the exact same color. Which is awesome. My life may be smooshed into my car, but it will all color coordinate. Maybe this whole packing thing isn't so bad, after all.

Dear diary...

Where does the word diary even come from? And why 'dear'? I found all my grade school/Jr. High diaries the other day. And threw them away. Dear nothing. Although the drama and angst was rather amusing. Of course, now I'll never be able to remember that part of my life, because I threw it away. Sad day. Somehow I think I'll remember the important stuff. The rest is junk, anyway. Kind of reminds me of God. Imagine He has books recounting our lives up in the library of Heaven. All the nasty stuff we've ever done is recorded in ink. But all we have to do is apologize and ask for forgiveness, and He throws them away. That part of our lives is no longer important. What are we left with? A renewed relationship with God and the fun times. "As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our trangressions from us." (Psalm 103:12)
God will forgive you. All you have to do is ask. And throw away the diaries.

Why?

Because I have no life, and I feel like sharing that fact with the world wide web.

Plus, since I'm such a popular person, maybe people will read this and I'll be rich and famous someday. You never know. I'll probably just use it so that the people outside of Bolivar will know I'm still alive. I'm willing to bet that there will be a grand total of 5 people reading: My mom, my brother, my boyfriend, someone who accidentally happened upon it, and maybe a creeper. Dear random person, I thank you.