Other than that ... um ... I worked from 10:30 Friday night to 6:30 Saturday morning at Elmore, than from 7:00 Saturday morning to noon that day. I then slept from about 1:00 Saturday afternoon to 5:30 Sunday morning. I went to work at Kmart at 6:00 until 2:30 in the afternoon.
And now I'm staying up late-ish so I can sleep tomorrow between working at Kmart (start at 6:00am, I'll leave sometime around noon or one) and then at Elmore (10:30 at night until 6:30 the next morning).
This would be when you pity me.
Also, the latest episode of the Dresden Files was pretty good, but the show has just about NOTHING AT ALL to do with the books. Not that I wasn't expecting that. I'm betting that Evil Hat Productions will do a special supplement just to cover the differences.
Paula is the most wonderful, beautiful, sexy, lovely, sweet, kind, alluring and ... just about any great word you can think of ... goddess of a woman in the world. (None of youse guys or gals say anythin' to dispute this. Youse be takin' a short walk off a loong building if'n youse does, thanks to my pal Marty, alright?)
Well, when he got back from fishing, he called home and I went and picked him up. And, though sorely tempted, I did not beat him up. *grins*
Over the last week, I've been trying to get a key the cheap way. Tracking down the key Joe sent with the truck he sold, getting a replacement at the dealership. This did not work, unfortunately, so I called a locksmith today.
And now I have a key.
Muahahahahahhahaha.
Drivers of America, BEWARE!
A band came to chuch last night to give us a demonstration for TAB so I did not have to set up, help run the sound or take down. I'm so, so, so very thankful for that. One of the first times in months that I've felt that I had a good corporate worship experience.
We watched Pirates of the Carribean again last night with the youth group. I have come to the conclusion that after the ninth or tenth time watching a movie, I can only do it with my family. More specifically, with Ruth, Sarah and Rebecca. The running commentary keeps things from going dry.
And I've been playing Ragnarok Online and am finding out that once you get past the Novice stage, it's actually quite fun. Of course, with how I play, I chose three characters, leveled them up to Job Level 10 on whatever they were going to be, and then set down to have fun. More or less. I still gotta get three more levels on my Battle Acolyte.
My three characters:
15/10 Swordsman heading towards Two-Handed Sword Knight, no Peco Peco.
15/10 Theif heading towards Dual-Dagger Assassin
15/7 Acolyte heading towards Monk.
Updates:
My brother took my truck out to the lake, went swimming and lost my keys. So I have to go to the dealership soon with the number off the key cylinder to get them remade. The church keys that were on the ring will have to be replaced, also. Which takes a long time. Murrrrrderrrr.
Spanish 101 I got an A in. People are badmouthing the class and professor now that we're in 102, but I think I learned more or less what I was supposed to learn.
I like Spanish 102 and am doing well in it. We got to the past tense, which has me jumping for joy.
I hate working with people who don't pay attention or don't study adequately. Because I can race ahead and get everything done, while their plodding behind. Then I feel bad. Sort of.
I think I'll do well in Spanish. The teacher likes me, I think.
Heh, she was quizzing us on vocab and asked me what "nightshirt" was in Espanol. I said "camison?", so she asked me if I'd stake the life of the girl next to me on it. I said no. That provided laughs.
Other than that girl, I think that I would have done a better job. So boring. Except for listening to names to look for odd ones.
Later, we went back to my friend's house. We played Bull with him and his family. I never did win, but I did pretty decent both times.
While I was wandering around waiting for my brother to get ready to leave the Pastor's House (my friend is one of the Pastor's Kids), I got to thinking. And irrational number is any number that cannot be represented by a whole number divided by another whole number. Pi is an irrational number. Therefore, it follows that, for a circle, either one or both of the diameter and circumference must also be an irrational number. And the funny thing was, this took me about 2 minutes to figure out while I was using the bathroom. My mind is weird.
- Temperament:
amused
Today is church day for me. I have to go in early to set up the sound and what not. It's part of what I do in praise of what He's done for me. Anyways, this means that I have to get my shower early.
So I was in the shower and suddenly I hear, knock knock knock on the door. I shut off the water and yell out to the hall, "What?"
Sarah: "Does a straight beat a flush in poker?"
Me: "Er, Yes!"
So I go back to shower. I'm about 2/3rds done and I knock knock knock comes on the door. I shut off the water again and yell out to the all, "What?"
Sarah: "Does a straight beat a full house?"
Me: "Yes."
Then I finished my shower.
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It seems that Cyra, Rystan, Ringi and Severan are back in VI. This is a cause worth drinking about. Of course, *grins* most causes are worth drinking about.
Item 1: An odd occurrence. My church bought a trailer to sell to raise money for the church. Seeing that I had a 1000 bucks kicking around, I put it into the trailer with the understanding that I'd get it when the trailer sold.
Two weeks ago, we got a buyer. Cool, cool, I thought. I hadn't made a donation in a while, so I decided to ask my pastor to make the check that went back to me out for only 800 bucks and consider the 200 as a donation. He shook my hand and whatnot.
The buyer backed out. Almost instantly, another buyer called and they sold the trailer for 200 bucks more than they had got from the first buyer. My thoughts were immediately along the lines of, "Did God just play a little game of match-your-donation with me?" Who knows. Certainly not I.
Item 2: I think I would like to take up a martial art after I've bulked up a little and lost some weight. Perhaps at the end of the summer when school starts. Trouble is, I have no idea what MA would suit me. Help from the audience?
My ideas on my predispositions from an analyzation of Randag's essays on the four types of Martial Artists. My personality/values would definitely fit best along the lines of Crane, I believe. However, I think my body type would be better as a Tiger. To throw a further wrench to the monkey, I'd say that my thought process could be best described as Panther. I haven't figured out how to work Snake in yet, though. *grins*
So, presuming I could find a sensei, what are the reccomendations?
- Temperament:
full - Music:Sanctus Real - Message
I went and had a chat with my pastor. About life, about my spiritual walk, about what my plans are for the summer and whatnot. It was very good. I've got a bit of a list of things to put down to do over the summer.
1. Start lifting weights. As I've probably mentioned, I'm overweight. And I need to lose some weight. My pastor says I have the body type to lift and be seriously good at it. I trust his judgement. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to check out the gym up at my University.
2. Start interacting with more members of the opposite sex in real life. This I have no idea how to do.
3. Interact with more people period. I'm introverted as it is and I need to balance my life. I've focused too much on the intellectual/spiritual side and let the physical/social side diminish. Disbalance is not good. I know I'll never be as strong in my social side, but I can be stronger.
4. Of course, continue to foster the intellectual and spiritual through good reading, etc.
I'm going to study then sleep. Tired.
- Temperament: relaxed
- Music:Five Iron Frenzy - These Are Not My Pants
Oh, I'm eating breakfast too. Which I never do, because I never wake up in time to do. Well, almost never. *Pulls salt shaker out of his pocket* It's oatmeal. Needs salt. *winks*
Okay, so why the heck am I up early? Summer school. Class starts in one hour and forty minutes. Spanish 1, first day. Buenos ... Buenos ... what's morning? *laughs* Thankfully, I don't think it will be as hard as French or German was. Two hours every day for the rest of the summer (barring weekends and one monday midway through). If I don't get it just by the psuedo-immersion...
Heh, I think this means I'll have a test in it every week. How utterly, utterly sad. I thought I just got away from the flippin' things. Oh well, c'est la vie.
Ah, yes. I knew there was something else I was going to say. I've been thinking alot about what I'm supposed to do for this thing my church is doing this summer. It's a sort of teen retreat thing. I haven't had a leading as what to do and it has been eating at my soul, style o' fing.
Anyways, I woke up after sleeping about two-three hours. I couldn't get back to sleep. So I grabbed the closest book and started reading. In Six Days. It is basically 50 scientists saying why they believe in the Six-Day Creation. Very good.
And poof, there I was brought back to what I do. I'm an intellectual. I'm a Christian. I'm a bit argumentative. Therefore, I'm an apologetic. This I already knew, but I had sorta let it slip to the back of my mind.
*Grins* Now to re-read that other book...
- Temperament:drooling
- Music:Thousand Foot Krutch - Small Town
An explanation is in order, of course.
I'm quite busy at the moment because of finals and final projects going down. Yet, I want to spend one night of the weekend with my friends each weekend. Just hangin' with them, y'know? That means I have to do all my stuff (homework, etc) on the other two nights.
So I met one of my friends in the hallway at college and he told me they'd be watching a movie tonight. Tonight is family night so I told him to call me before they put on the movie so I could come over. He said he'd do it.
I go to class. It was pretty interesting. We talked about using Matrixes with Linear Transforms and the Eigen- thingeys. I like Math. It's reliable.
After class, I had to run my sisters around town. One to an arts and crafts show downtown (Ruth) and one to gymnastics (Rebecca). While I waited for Becca to get out of gymnastics, I read the second part of The Once and Future King. It was interesting.
Anyways, I got home. I stuck around waiting for my friend to call. 6 o'clock passed without a call. Then 7 o'clock came and went. By then I was starting to get quite depressed.
At about 8ish, I was sent to get a movie. I picked up Johny English (Which is a thouroughly detestable movie, by the way). I came home, expecting to have a message for me to get over to whoever's house everybody was hanging at. There was none.
The family, minus my twin brother who had left to hang at about 6, met for our Family Time, which was the reason I hung around for so long. No call came during that either. I was slipping further and further down into being sad. My Mom suggested I call around for them, but I couldn't do that.
We put on the movie and watched it without a single call. And then I came up here and wrote this. And that's why I feel sad. That's why I feel angry.
They call for my brother when he's not there. They forget about me.
I set aside this evening. That means I won't get to spend the normal evening, tommorrow, with them. And it hurts.
Demnable people.
*Cries*
- Temperament:
morose - Music:Beautiful Thing - All Star United (ChristianRock.Net)
Yes. Fire, the thing that burns. It struck my house.
Now that I've got your attention, I'll start the story. Me and my bro were up at a our Pastor's house playing the grand old game of Fireball Island. I was losing. Suddenly, one of friends busts in and says, "Your house is on fire."
There was silence.
And a few more seconds of silence.
And then he says, "Your mom said everyone's okay and they got out fine."
There was more silence.
We grabbed our coats and keys and flew down the road. Flew being a word to describe how fast we drove. I was worried. I was in shock a bit. I was trying to guess what had happened.
We got home, slammed on the parking brake and ran up the driveway. There was an ambulance, fire truck, several cars and trucks and over a score of the men in dirty yellow. I came up, looked around, placed my bet on what had started the fire, then I went and checked on the kids. They were cool.
Now, how did it happen from their end, you ask? Well, all of them were asleep except one of my sisters and my little bro. My little bro was on the second floor playing video games online when he smelled smoke. He ran down to the basement, the smoke getting thicker and thicker. The back basement was on fire.
He ran upstairs and woke everyone up and got them out of the house. He got the phone too and when my sister got it, the numbers "119119191" were on it. He was already trying to call it in.
Well, they put out the fire successfully. It was actually quite small. Heat lamps down on our new baby chicks had set some cardboard on fire and it spread from there.
And who says video games are a bad thing? *laughs*
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Yeah, I think we lost about half of the chicks. We were able to save all our other animals too. I think there was a little plumbing damage too, but nothing really serious. PVC pipes melting, I think...
My bro was running in and bringing the animals out and such while I was making sure the kids were stable. Our whole youth group had come over to see and to pray.
We've got an Xbox up in our room and afterwards we were thinking, "Wouldn't it be funny if Joe ran out of the house carrying the Xbox instead of one of the many animals?" He could've been on Xbox commercials, eh?
"My house was burning to the ground, but I knew, if there was one thing I had to get out with, it was my Xbox." ~Joe on Commercial....
*laughs*
- Temperament:smoky
- Music:None, really.
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