Oscars and Odd Dreams

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Wow, I haven’t updated this thing since Wednesday. My, how time flies. Well, to be honest, I didn’t have much to talk about, so it’s probably a good thing that I didn’t clutter this up with needless words like I usually do. But let’s see – surely with three days that have gone by, I can come up with something to talk about, can’t I?

The answer to that is yes. Last night was the Oscars party at Central, and that was pretty sweet, I must say. There were plenty of awards handed out, but unfortunately many of the people nominated weren’t even there. Several were sick, and I’m not sure about the others. But whatever. We made do with who we had, and I walked away with three awards: Funniest Person, Most Sincere, and a tie with Jordan for Best Dressed Male. Each winner got a chocolate bar from a basket. It was pretty sweet. Of course, at the end, I realized that Caleb didn’t win anything, so I gave him one of mine. He didn’t want to take it, but I’m like, “Man, it’s chocolate. You can’t turn down chocolate.”

The highlight of the night was, of course, my magic show. I had previously been asked to do a skit for one of the intermissions, and I had written it all up, but that fell apart. Jordan called me up on Friday and told me that he was deathly ill and likely wouldn’t be there, which slightly threw things off considering he was one of the main characters. When, on Saturday morning, Melissa called me up and told me she was sick as well, I decided that a skit without a narrator was just pushing it. So I thought about something else I could do instead, and within a few seconds, I had the idea to do a bunch of ridiculous magic tricks that didn’t involve any magic whatsoever. I called up Kristin and told her that I was doing that instead, and that was fine with her. I then started to look up card tricks on the Internet. I found some that I really liked, and by the time I learned them and such, I realized that I really didn’t need to do the stupid ones, like the “disappearing money trick”, where I ask a volunteer for a five-dollar bill and then it disappears into my pocket. Instead, I did some really cool card tricks, and people seemed to be quite impressed.

After the Oscars party, some of us went out to William’s and talked for a while, and then we went to Angelie’s house. Once we got there, Angelie realized that she was locked out of her house, because her parents had gone somewhere, and she had forgotten to bring her key. Great. So we waited outside, and eventually her parents got back. Once inside, we played a few games of four-on-a-couch, pretty much the sweetest and most annoying game ever invented, all at the same time. It’s sweet because it’s fun, but it’s really annoying because I’m horrible at it. It involves a lot of memory, something which I don’t have much of, so I like it and don’t like it at the same time. Anyways, in conclusion, Saturday night was a success. Two thumbs up.

It was quite hard getting up this morning. I had to get up early for worship practice, and that’s something I just didn’t want to do. It wasn’t because of the weird dream I had about rock climbing, but because I got home late and was just quite tired. Now that I think about it, that dream was really strange. I was in some strange group of people, kind of like the army or something. It was a group of people I knew, and basically we were practicing wall climbing and stuff. Except, instead of one of those walls with the little plastic things screwed into it, it was a normal wall. It was Central Baptist Church’s gym wall, actually – the one that has that smaller carpeted area underneath it. And there were no plastic things, but rather little poles and slanted parts to grab onto. Everyone was having troubles with it, but I climbed up the wall in like five seconds flat or something. People were pretty impressed. After that, there was suddenly someone sneaking up behind me and trying to kill me – don’t ask me how that got in there. I remember waking up slightly because I thought I really heard someone. I really don’t know whether it was just me moving or part of the dream, but I looked over and didn’t see anyone, so I went back to sleep. Strange.

Anyways, back to reality. I got up and did the whole morning service thing, and then came home. I was basically eating lunch with my parents, mentally preparing myself to go into work that afternoon, since I was scheduled from 3-7. I had tried to switch it with someone so I could go to youth tonight, but I had no success, since most people had the day off for March Break. I remember praying before I went to work on Friday night, and just asking God that if He wanted me to work, that was fine, but that if He wanted me to go to youth, then He needed to do something to get me out of work – I was thinking in my head that someone would be free to switch the shift with me. When nothing turned up, I figured that I would just have to tell the people at youth that I couldn’t make it, and so that’s what happened. This morning, I told Kyle that I had to work, and he was planning to do the worship after Mrs. Dethridge spoke tonight. That was fine with me, since that meant I would be there at least to play bass, if not for the actual service. It wouldn’t be as good, but it would at least be tolerable.

Anyways, flash forward to partway through lunch. The phone rang, and my mom went and answered it, then called me to pick up the phone. I went down and took it, and it was my boss on the other end. He explained that it was horribly slow at work today, and that I didn’t have to come in today, that I could just take the day off. I said that was great, and thanked him, then went back upstairs to finish my lunch. I didn’t think of it right away, since I was just thinking to myself that now I could go to youth and such, but then I remembered my prayer. It was such a simple prayer, and it was more of one of those prayers like, “Hey God, do what You want to do, but I’d really like such-and-such to happen if it’s at all possible.” It was like one of those comment cards that you stick in the customer service box at a restaurant and expect it never to be read. But as I thought about it more, I remembered that simple prayer, and just thought to myself, “Hey, He was listening after all!” It was pretty cool. It wasn’t something that I’d stand up on Sunday morning and tell everyone about, but I still made sure to offer up a prayer of thanks to the God who even listens to my suggestions.

Anyways, I think that’s all I have to say for today. My mom mentioned that she was going to give me a list of things to do this week, since I’m off school, and to get out of it, I told her that I was writing and publishing a book this week, plus starting up my own business, and producing a CD. So I guess I had better get started on that; I heard the paperwork is terrible to try to register your business…

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