Tired. Sore. Stiff. And did I mention tired? Last night was certainly interesting. I picked up Jordan and his friend Jon and we headed over to the church to meet everyone there. Then we all drove up to Hamilton to People’s Church for “The Big Party.” It was supposed to be basically a New Year’s Eve party, only on New Year’s Eve’s Eve instead. I’m not really sure why, but whatever. The first part was basically a rally, with a worship team and then a guy speaking. It was really good stuff, and a good way to start off the night. It really made me think just about how I was going to start off the new year of 2006. Was I going to go in thinking that I could just scrape by with God, or was I going to go in with a new determination and drive, and expect great things from Him? I mean, that wasn’t the point of what he was saying, but that was what I took from it. I’ve been just slacking off with God lately, paying Him lip service but not much more. But tomorrow is a new year, with new opportunities, new expectations, and new choices to be made. Anything can happen, right? And so I choose to lean on Him once again and go deeper with Him than ever before in 2006.
The rest of the night was interesting. We had pizza, and then Esoteric did a concert. By this time, I, along with my friends, were hyper, so we were moshing around and really just being stupid. I mean, it was an Esoteric concert. I don’t even like them. But whatever. It was music, and it was time to have some fun. So fun was what we had. Afterwards, there were some pathetic-looking fireworks, and through a series of events, Zac ended up getting flipped over Kyle onto the pavement. Just don’t ask. It looked awesome, though.
Hello Kelly did a set next, and we moshed around for them as well. Sometime within about the first five minutes of the Esoteric concert, I was jumping and I landed on someone’s foot and twisted my ankle. I sat out for a few minutes, but I went back to moshing and I probably shouldn’t have. During Hello Kelly, it really started to hurt. But whatever. I still had fun. After Hello Kelly, they had a countdown to New Year’s Eve, which was strange. People then went off to laser tag and stuff, but we went to Battle of the Bands. There was only one band registered, Fighting Folly, but we managed to scrounge up three more bands. Kyle, Jordan, Zac, and I asked the Fighting Folly dudes if we could use their stuff, and they agreed, so we went up and played Reinventing Your Exit by Underoath. We ended up being called the Underoath Wannabes, but whatever. I think we did pretty well, considering we were using other people’s stuff that we weren’t used to, and we only had two microphones. Someone held one for Kyle while he drummed, and I held it for Zac when he was singing and then I would use it when I was screaming. It was a little weird, but it worked. It didn’t sound that great, but people said my screaming was awesome. That was pretty cool. I went to get a drink afterwards, and one guy came by, patted me on the back and said, “Hey, nice screaming, man.” That was pretty cool. We actually have one fan! One whole fan! Well, okay, we have more, but they’re all our friends anyways. This was one guy that I didn’t even know. That was pretty cool. Anyways, we didn’t win the Battle of the Bands, but we still had some fun.
The last part of the night was pathetic. Black Talon did their set, and they were just horrible. The band is basically sort of Linkin Park-ish, with aspects of both rock and rap mixed together. That might be alright, but the only problem is that it doesn’t make for good concerts. They just try to do too much, and can’t stick to one style. That makes them hard to mosh to, or really do anything to. People stood at the front for a while and tried to mosh around, but I think everyone was just too tired by that point. Eventually, only a handful of people were up at the front, and it looked pretty pitiful. Anyways, our church eventually left a bit early, because nobody really wanted to stay for Black Talon. We got back to the church, I dropped Jon and Jordan off, and then I went home and slept.
I would have something to say about today, but considering I just woke up maybe an hour ago, nothing’s really happened. That’s the longest I’ve slept in until in a while, but that’s also because I didn’t go to bed until about 4:00 AM. It’s pretty bad when you can go to bed at 4:00 and still wake up at like noon. I can’t ever get more than 8 hours of sleep for some reason. Oh well. Tonight is the progressive dinner with our church, where we go around to different people’s houses and have food. It’s going to be good. But I guess that’s really all I have to say. So, um…word. Peace out, homie.