I don’t feel like writing too much today, so I’ll try and keep this short. I’m not sure why, but I’ve been in a really strange mood today. It’s not a bad mood, and I’m not mad or sad, but I just kept zoning out today for no apparent reason. I mean, I’m a little low on sleep, but I’ve been more alert on other days when I’ve had less sleep, so I don’t know why it’s worse today. I just couldn’t focus very well, and it’s annoying since the workload has piled up in the last little while. I’ve got several things to get done before the end of school, and not much time left to do them in. I brought several things home today to work on over the weekend, and that should take a big load off, but even that’s still not everything. But whatever. I’m not too worried or stressed out; I don’t get stressed out very easily anymore, but rather just sit back and force myself to relax. Sure, I feel the pressure to get things done, but that’s different than freaking out to do it all. I just don’t get that. It’s strange, but whatever. I don’t mind.
Over the past few weeks, and especially the past few days, I’ve been getting so many compliments from people. It’s strange really, although I understand why I’ve been getting them all. I know I’ve changed a lot, and I can see that positive change in myself.…Continue Reading
I think I’ve resolved the issue I had about whether what was going on in my church from last week was “the real thing,” if you will. After that service, I basically said to God, “You know, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I really want to know. If this is from You, then let me see a continued change. I mean, I don’t want to test You, but I need to know if this is the real deal. So I want to see a change in people next Sunday – especially in Pastor Al.” That was my honest prayer to God. I chose Pastor Al because he was one of the people this guest pastor prayed with. But I just wanted to see a change. Normally my church is quite conservative; we’re not one of those Pentecostal churches where everyone’s dancing and waving flags and such.
This week was different. We had been singing worship songs for about ten minutes, and Pastor Lyndon said that people could come to the altar to worship God. I’d say over half the church just got up and went there and started worshipping. It was amazing. Everyone had a passion that I haven’t seen in many of them before. I mean, there have been people at my church with a passion for Christ, but not that many and not that strong. Everyone was just different; it was a significant change, and one that I’m going to put my trust in as…Continue Reading
I’m not quite sure what to say today. On the one hand, I’m still feeling strange, the same as yesterday. And on the other hand, I’m feeling a lot better. It’s sort of a mixture, I suppose. I’m pretty tired right now, though, so that might be partly affecting my mood. It’s never fun waking up at about 6:00 or 6:30 AM (I just remember that it was 6 something). I woke up and looked up at the clock, groaned, rolled over, and tried to get back to sleep. I had this weird dream about rescuing people from a car crash. I’m not sure why I was there in the first place, but whatever. It was strange. I think the dream started before I woke up, though, and then continued on after I fell back asleep. I can’t exactly remember, but I think that’s what happened, which is pretty strange and cool at the same time.
Anyways, I woke up again at about 9:00 or so, and stayed in bed, half-asleep, until around 10:00. I went and had a shower and changed right away to try and wake myself up, which didn’t really work, but whatever. I went downstairs and played my bass for a while. I was going to learn a Blindside song, but I decided to look over the Trading My Sorrows bass tab for some reason. The last time I was practicing for youth, we were thinking we might do that, but I couldn’t exactly remember how…Continue Reading
I’m not entirely sure how I felt about today. On the one hand, it wasn’t too strenuous of a day. We mostly just sat and listened to the teachers drone on, occasionally jotting down notes. But on the other hand, we just sat and listened to the teachers drone on, occasionally jotting down notes. In other words, on one hand, we didn’t have to think, but on the other hand, we didn’t do anything interesting enough to get us to think.
Accounting class was definitely the worst, because Mr. G just sat there for the entire hour and fifteen minutes and explained amortization of bonds payable for the third or fourth time. I already understand it, and yet he won’t let those who get it move on to something else. He makes everyone sit there and listen to his explanations and try to decipher his horribly inaccurate pictures that he draws on the board. First, amortization is a bar graph, and next, it’s a pie graph. Then, it’s a diagram showing a factory with an arrow pointing to a crudely drawn stick figure (representing the bond) and another arrow pointing the other way (representing money lent). The worst thing is that on one of his charts, he was explaining it wrong. He was doing 5% of the wrong number, and I didn’t have the heart to correct him. For one thing, he’d just get frustrated looking like a fool, and on the other hand I figured that Bethany and Lana…Continue Reading
I really have nothing to say today. Nothing really interesting happened at all. But seeing as this blog-writing has become a habit now, or perhaps even an addiction, I suppose I should write something.
First off, my parents should likely be on their way pretty soon to Hamilton for a meeting with “the bank.” I have no idea what bank they’re talking about or why they have to go to Hamilton, but whatever. The fact is that they’re leaving for a meeting at 4:00. That means I’ll likely get hungry before they get home, so I’ll have supper early. It’s kind of strange, though. My parents have always been the overprotective type, bordering on smothering me. They’ve never gone even that far away and left me alone in the house. I mean, they know I’m not going to do anything bad, but they (especially my mom) were the cautious type and would arrange for me to go over to the Tozers for the afternoon while they were gone or whatever. I always thought it was pretty stupid. What, somebody’s going to happen to break into the house in the specific hour or two that you’re gone and rape me or something? I highly doubt that. I don’t think I could live with myself if I got raped in my own home. It’s my turf, and I know exactly where the baseball bats are if I need them. But I can fight for myself without them anyways. Adrenaline has powerful qualities.…Continue Reading
Well, I just got back from a very strange couple of days. Our youth retreat was nothing like I expected it to be, and I’m still trying to figure out whether that’s good or bad. On the one hand, it was really boring (more boring than the other years), but on the other hands, the worship and the time with God was amazingly awesome. So let me run down what happened the past couple days.
We got to the church on Friday at about 2:30 and packed up the school bus we were taking to the little town of Forest. On the way up, Jordan and I just mostly listened to music. For the majority of the time, we had Underoath and The Used playing in separate discmans and each had one earphone from each. We were trying to find songs that lined up well and sounded good together. It was pretty wierd because both singers/screamers had really similar voices and sounded awesome together. It was mostly the drums that didn’t line up.
So anyways, we got to the place, and it was really different from Arden, the place where we’ve gone other years. There were two cabins for the guys each with five bunk beds. Then the girl’s cabins were way far away across this big field. In the middle was the building where we ate food, hung out, and beside that was a barn that had been turned into a “sports complex” – a glorified gym that had…Continue Reading