pass the cowbell, please
wow. i just finished reading two certain lj posts and instead of filling their comment space with my own thoughts, ill do it here, along with everything else that's been going on. beware...
Jenn: ive heard about beaver camp. ive listened to stories. ive even looked at a billion pictures of that place when i was putting together hans' and jolene's wedding slideshow. (Do u know Meghan? or Eric beiler? he's Hans' older brother and he met his wife there. they were both counselors or something not too long ago). and welcome back!
Nick: first day of mcc...it was quite..interesting. ive already picked which teachers i like and dont. classes are cool. ive decided to hang out in the student union courtyard. the library looks intimidating and when im bored, i can just watch all the weird people that walk by (im not a stalker. theres just a bunch of people that make me wonder how they got there).
to both and everyone else...
(i will ramble. its how i think)
coffee and a conversation? nothing wrong with that. it seems that even the phrase "hang out" is old fashioned. every time i wanna do something, i end up making it a big deal (or trying to). WHO CARES about the variety of food! a few nights ago, Eric (hans' brother), travis and i planned a "bachelor party". i went to Sam's, got a cake, snacks, the whole kashpeel. then, right after the rehersal dinner, i took eric to publix and he got all this meat stuff. nothing fancy, just good ol' grilling. and he was like "this is what we did in college all the time". and i started thinking...
im always trying to be perfect. and thats ok, to an extent. but if i dont allow for blunders and other spontaneous stuff, im gonna be the one that misses out on the fun. his family seems so...together. even tho they're now spread out across the US (seriously. who lives in alaska!) but they got togther and just played cards. for hours. Old fashioned fellowship. i think theres something there...
outside?
even better. for full effect, turn the cell phone off.
run.
to anywhere and nowhere.
til your out of breath.
then stare up.
(do this at night. if its the middle of the afternoon, u might faint or get sun-stroke or something. and that isnt part of the experience)
i got frustrated yesterday. i was dealing with the parents over the phone, which is good and bad at the same time. i was at wal-mart, and when i left, i got in my car, sped onto the interstate, and just drove. more expensive than running or biking, but just as effective with loud music. my air wasnt really working so i had the windows rolled down. and then my car started smelling like burnt cupcakes. i thought it was the stupid air freshners from big olaf, but when my car started smoking, i was like "that aint a cupcake". God mustve thought i had enough time to cool down when he overheated my car, because when i looked around, i realized that i wasnt heading home. i had gone the opposite direction. like 20 miles in the wrong direction.
oops.
long story short, i had to call my mom and dad. this time, i wasnt so whiny or demanding. they came, towed my car to a mechanic behind my dad's truck.
its dead. as much as i hated it, i dont like thinking of it crushed into a box of metal. but there it goes. (please keep your eyes open for a car. thanks!)
this whole weekend has been crazy. wedding (which was great. that would take a whole other post to describe. ill say it in a few sentences: no, its not weird thinking of hans as a b-i-l. soundguys are the most frustrating people to deal with. when making chocolate-covered strawberries, eat them then, otherwise the cleaning-up people will eat them while you take the tuxes back. girls need the whole day to get ready; guys spend that time riding the rented car before changing 5 minutes before the photographer gets there)
i miss anything? im sure ill bore you with more opinions/etc. but for now, lets just plan on talking.
somewhere.
someone.
u pick.
Jenn: ive heard about beaver camp. ive listened to stories. ive even looked at a billion pictures of that place when i was putting together hans' and jolene's wedding slideshow. (Do u know Meghan? or Eric beiler? he's Hans' older brother and he met his wife there. they were both counselors or something not too long ago). and welcome back!
Nick: first day of mcc...it was quite..interesting. ive already picked which teachers i like and dont. classes are cool. ive decided to hang out in the student union courtyard. the library looks intimidating and when im bored, i can just watch all the weird people that walk by (im not a stalker. theres just a bunch of people that make me wonder how they got there).
to both and everyone else...
(i will ramble. its how i think)
coffee and a conversation? nothing wrong with that. it seems that even the phrase "hang out" is old fashioned. every time i wanna do something, i end up making it a big deal (or trying to). WHO CARES about the variety of food! a few nights ago, Eric (hans' brother), travis and i planned a "bachelor party". i went to Sam's, got a cake, snacks, the whole kashpeel. then, right after the rehersal dinner, i took eric to publix and he got all this meat stuff. nothing fancy, just good ol' grilling. and he was like "this is what we did in college all the time". and i started thinking...
im always trying to be perfect. and thats ok, to an extent. but if i dont allow for blunders and other spontaneous stuff, im gonna be the one that misses out on the fun. his family seems so...together. even tho they're now spread out across the US (seriously. who lives in alaska!) but they got togther and just played cards. for hours. Old fashioned fellowship. i think theres something there...
outside?
even better. for full effect, turn the cell phone off.
run.
to anywhere and nowhere.
til your out of breath.
then stare up.
(do this at night. if its the middle of the afternoon, u might faint or get sun-stroke or something. and that isnt part of the experience)
i got frustrated yesterday. i was dealing with the parents over the phone, which is good and bad at the same time. i was at wal-mart, and when i left, i got in my car, sped onto the interstate, and just drove. more expensive than running or biking, but just as effective with loud music. my air wasnt really working so i had the windows rolled down. and then my car started smelling like burnt cupcakes. i thought it was the stupid air freshners from big olaf, but when my car started smoking, i was like "that aint a cupcake". God mustve thought i had enough time to cool down when he overheated my car, because when i looked around, i realized that i wasnt heading home. i had gone the opposite direction. like 20 miles in the wrong direction.
oops.
long story short, i had to call my mom and dad. this time, i wasnt so whiny or demanding. they came, towed my car to a mechanic behind my dad's truck.
its dead. as much as i hated it, i dont like thinking of it crushed into a box of metal. but there it goes. (please keep your eyes open for a car. thanks!)
this whole weekend has been crazy. wedding (which was great. that would take a whole other post to describe. ill say it in a few sentences: no, its not weird thinking of hans as a b-i-l. soundguys are the most frustrating people to deal with. when making chocolate-covered strawberries, eat them then, otherwise the cleaning-up people will eat them while you take the tuxes back. girls need the whole day to get ready; guys spend that time riding the rented car before changing 5 minutes before the photographer gets there)
i miss anything? im sure ill bore you with more opinions/etc. but for now, lets just plan on talking.
somewhere.
someone.
u pick.