My Tour

OK,
So the Portage/Winnipeg leg of the tour went very well. Actually, very, very well. Both churches were so awesome and hospitable. Good times.

I think I enjoy the road the most though. Lots of fun talks and such, making fun of Piper for his prudent driving. Yes. Good times. It was a little weird being the drummer this time around. I miss playing bass... at least I got a lot of compliments for my drumming, I even signed a stick for a kid!

Right.... it's Andrew Plett's fault. It was such a delight to have him and Fishey show up! (Have fun in Africa, Felicia!)

I also enjoyed having my posse everywhere I went. Good times. Yes. It was so awesome that Brett and Becca came out too, they seemed to be well received by the college mates. Everyone on the team thinks I act quite strangely around Brett, but that's mostly because of the infatuation thing... he makes me smile ;). Anyway, it's almost midnight, and I'm quite exhausted from a very hectic weekend. Thanks to all those folks who came out to see me, it was so good to see familiar loving faces, and it helps curb the homesickness... only like 6 weeks till exams :).

Bye for now... sorry there's no jokes or theological issues being discussed today, but
I'm bloddy exhausted, so screw you all for expecting me to be 100% all the time... wait... there's a rant for ya!

My Theological Thoughts, ii

A broken heart, and a contrite spirit
You have yet to deny

Today's Senario:
Counselling Class....
This is what we went over in our notes today:

"When we acknowledge ourselves as 'all wrong', God acknowledges us as 'all right'."
I think this fits in with this whole 'death to self' thing that we should be doing.

If we would just get over ourselves, and understand that we're not the greatest thing since sliced bread and vacuum sealed packages, we would therefore approach God in our brokenness, and things would seem a little more genuine.

There's something for y'all to ponder for a while (if it at all made sense... I'm not feeling so hot today). I would rant farther on this thing, but it would require a lot more research and thought... I'm not in the mood today, so I'm going to go watch some 24.... (sorry I've been using your method of quoting songs, Brett, but it came up in class, and I liked the concept)
See you all in Portage!

My Theological Thoughts

I wanna go deeper
But I don't know how to swim
I wanna be meeker
But have you seen this old Earth?
I wanna fly higher
But these arms won't take me there
I wanna be
I wanna be

Challenges I've been facing with God lately are to 'go deeper' in a way that is relevant to myself. Let's face it, I tend to be very good at faking the whole 'Christianese Lifestyle'. It's especially easy, now that I go to a Bible College. So I've been challenged to be real. I've decided to only make changes in my life only if I feel compelled to do it, because of my love for God. So I didn't stop swearing right away, even though it would have been quite easy, due to the bubble environment I live in. I drop the occasional F-bomb when I get angry (or to be fair, sometimes I do it purely for the shock factor it weilds), I don't do things that I normally would be compelled to do out of guilt.

Does this new style have its perks? It sure does. I've found that a lot of coworkers have a greater respect for me, because I don't have a problem with their swearing, and that I don't judge them for their lifestyle. I've learned to accept people for who they are, and reflect the same love that Jesus has presented to me.

As a Christian, I would like to challenge my fellow Christians to be real, with people and with God. Romans 12:9 in The Message says it best: "Love from the center of who you are; don't fake it."

So how is this all working out for me? It has its downs (I do admit that I have some struggles in life), but I feel it's starting to work. I've been compelled to do nice things for people (I think even little stuff goes noticed), I talk to God as if He is real, instead of me running for Miss America (thanks, Bruce Almighty), and I do talk to Him more often. And all this is because I love God, not because I've been guilted into doing it. Now if only I would start reading my Bible a little more often, and hopefully curb the language habit at some point. I think those will come in their own time though.

So in going deeper, I think I'll maybe write a prayer by picking at those lyrics I posted earlier:
->I don't know how to swim= I don't know how to go deeper, God, please give me wisdom to do so;
->I wanna be meeker, but have you seen this whole earth= God, teach me Your humility and grace;
->I wanna fly higher, but these arms won't take me there= God, I can't do this on my own, I need to depend on Your strength and wisdom to get me there;
->I wanna be, I wanna be= God, please remind me that I want to find favour in Your eyes, not the world's. I want to be a person with a heartbeat for holiness.
Amen.

In closing, I'd like to quote that verse again:
Love from the center of who you are; don't fake it.

My Midterm Evaluation

Ok,
So I've got all of my midterms back. I'm mostly happy with them, though there were a couple of surprises.
-First place was no shock at all, with Issues being a heavy favorite this semester
-Second place was a shocker, with Pentateuch weighing in quite heavily, thanks to comments referring to the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics, which gave me extra brownie marks, exclamation points, and a 'good work!' on the cover of my exam booklet.
-Third place turned out average with Synoptic Gospels, though the mark was a little bit lower than I would have liked, but not so much that I'm bothered by it.
-Fourth place was an utter disappointment. The failure child of my marks, if you will. History of the Christian Era exam actually went quite well, except for the matching questions. I hate matching questions. If the exam had been essay questions exclusively, my mark would have beaten my top mark by at least 5%. But alas, the questions confused me (as they often like to do) and caused that poor exam to drop all the way down into fourth place. Looks like we'll have to try and make up for this on the final.

Midterms went quite well, I feel, and I'm quite happy with the outcome they presented, because they give me the opportunity to slack a little (unless I'd like to make the dean's list... which I do) in my assignments for the next month.

For those of you interested in my assignment roster, I only have about 4 books left to read, 4 papers to write, 1 test, 2 presentations, 20 memory verses, and 5 finals.

See you all at the end of April!

My Special Ensemble Trip

Dear convening authorities (who are in the Portage/Winnipeg--this means you too, Felicia!):

For those of you who don't know, my special ensemble group will be doing 2 tour dates out in Manitoba. The first one is this coming weekend in Portage and Winnipeg, and another trip in the middle of March to Winnipeg. I hope to see you all there!

Plans for the weekend will commence as following:

Sunday, February 2th:
The Portage church service starts at 10:45 am, be there early to get a good seat. The church is located at 1680 Saskatchewan Avenue West. I don't know where that is, but my guess is that it's in Portage Somewhere. Check out the church's website for any further info:
http://www.mb-on.paoc.org/portage/

After our stint in Portage, we will be continuing on to Winnipeg CT. The service starts at 6:30. Directions. Call all your friends, tell them how much we rule, and be sure to come and check us out, k?
Bye!

My Prodigal Jeans Have Returned!!

Thanks to the handywork of my mother, my favorite jeans are back on the market, ready to do some ass shakin', zipper zippin', fly buttonin', pocket usin' good times. The jeans are happy to be back with her friends, right leg and left leg, and are looking forward to many more trips to the washing machine, and trips to class with my ass.

Oh Jeanie, it's so good to have you back!!!!!

My Reading Week

Hey all,
It's currently Friday, and my reading week is sadly, yet quickly coming to a close. It's been a good week of catching up with friends, hanging out with boyfriends (just one, actually), talking with my parents and siblings, and doing homework (I surprised myself by doing some this week!). It makes me crave those four months that I'll get to spend at home after finals in April. There is one thing that annoys me beyond all cohesive thought. Fake people who ask how I'm doing. Here's a list of questions you should avoid asking me if you really don't give a shit about me:

->1. How is school going? (the answer to this question will always be 'fine')

->2. How did midterms go? (they were ok, but I really don't want to talk about them)

->3. When is that special ensemble team coming out this way? (the 27th of Februrary, but I doubt that you'll come)

->4. Would you like to do coffee sometime this week? (only if you call me first, and pay)

->5. What classes are you taking? (synoptic gospels, pentateuch, counselling, history of the christian era and issues in worship leadership, for the 50th time)

->6. Have you found a good church to go to in Saskatoon? (yes, but it's not as good as the dwelling place, and some old lady tries to french me every time I see her)

->7. How's that boyfriend of yours? Did you miss him? (he's likely standing next to me, so you should ask him, and of course I missed him. I wouldn't be standing next to him unless I missed him)

->8. Still playing that/those *insert instrument here*? (yes. I'm at bible college, they may not allow dancing, but i certainly can practise my music!)

->9. Making friends out there? (yes, of course. I'm not a complete recluse, and like most other humans, crave companionship of other people)

->10. When are you going back? (the hopeful answer would be 'never, and they're giving me my degree in April'. but the sad and correct one is after this week, for another 5 or so weeks. hence the term 'reading week')

->11. Are you getting lots of homework done? (sadly yes, but I wish I didn't have any. Thanks for reminding me that I have to work my ass off during the only week I get off this semester)

There you have it. Feel free to ask those questions if you actually do care. But I'm warning you, if you don't I will punch you in the face or balls.....

until next time...

My (not so) Little Brother

Calan is hilarious.
I went to an Icemen game (go #2!!!) tonight with him and our friend, Andrew Klassen. Now, usually when I go see Brett play hockey, I sit with all the folks in the warm part of the rink. If Brett's parents are there, I usually sit and chat with them, and we watch the hockey game in a very nice fashion.

Not so much with Cal and Andy. You know that they're going to be shouting retarded things at the refs (tonight was Mr. Bushy's turn to be ridiculed), the players, and at anyone else who challenges their ways. Tonight we got talking about "molester mustaches", music, and Vegas. That, and our distaste for Burton Cummings, and our concern with why we haven't seen Brett Unrau play yet this year.

Cal claims that when he gets rich, he's going to build a theatre across from Burton Cummings Theater and call it "Randy Bachman Kicks Burton Cumming's Ass Theatre".

I think I remember another time when we were all discussing Bibles, and how one of my profs doesn't think that the Bible should be on the floor, or that you should put anything on it. Calan just had to chime in and say "Well, what if you stacked another Bible on top of it?"
How does he think of that?
What the frick?

Anyway, it's nice to see that he had a good time in Vegas. He got me a really nice tshirt as well, so it was nice to know he was thinking of his sister while he was gone.
By the way, to all my cute available Christian friends who are girls... Cal is a good lookin Christian boy who has exquisite taste in music, can play guitar, and has the best sense of humor ever ;-)
Just sayin' is all....
Bye!

My Time (I've reverted to 'my' titles just for Becca)

Time is an interesting.
Time is peculiar.
Time is short.

It's funny.
When I'm at college, the thing I wish for the most is for time to pass by as quickly as possible. Get through class, get to mealtime, get to bedtime, get to midterms, get to chapel, get to finals, get to work, get to church. I want it all to go as quickly as possible.

But right now I only wish that I could manipulate time into standing still.

It's now 8 minutes into Wednesday- halfway through my reading week. Only 5 more days to share with loved ones, 5 more days to feel 'at home', to see my charming parents, to smell my surroundings, and to feel a hug from Brett- 5 more days of experiencing this, instead of imagining what it's like from afar, and trying to compensate by only being able to talk on the phone or msn.

But I don't have control over time. Unlike money, I can't just sit on it, and wait to spend it on something that I've been saving for- time is gone. I am spending time right now. Am I being a good steward of my time right now? No. I could be sleeping, or studying, or doing something constructive. But all I can do right now is think about time.

What does God want me to do with my time? Really, that is the ultimate question in anyone's life. Does God want me to become all philosophical and come to terms with sayings like 'time is relative'? No. Probably not, anyway. So this time thing obviously presents quite the conundrum.

What does God want me to do with my time? How can I make the right choices in how I spend my time? What about variables I can't control? What about people who insist on wasting my time? Is it prudent to be working in a dead end job? Is it prudent to be going to Bible college until 2009?

Sorry for getting all philosophical and 'what does it all mean?' on your asses, but this is something to ponder. Am I doing what is right with my time? What if I'm not- what if I've been wasting valuable time, what am I supposed to do now? How can I regain that time? I can't!

To this date, I have lived for 7,549 days. Have I done anything significant with those days? Some I have, lots I haven't. What does that say about my character? What does that say about my Spirituality? Is God going to grade me when I get to heaven with a ratio of days I served Him with the days I didn't? So I pose a question to myself, since I can't do anything about the time I've spent in the past: What will I spend my time on now?

My Niece

Taelin's here to visit for the week.
She is so awesome, we have a blast together.
I picked her up in Regina on my journey home from S-toon, and we had a blast on the way home, playing all the cool road games, such as I Spy (which she rules supreme at. How the heck does she see all that stuff...), and we played Are We There Yet?, along with I Have to Pee. My absolute favorite though, was I'm Going to Sing the Same Two Songs the Whole Way Home. It was still fun though. We also listened to Avril Lavigne together, and Taelin decided to make me guess the name of every town that was up next.

I also tried to explain to her the concept of time. That's hard to do with a 7 year old who doesn't understand how many minutes are in an hour. So when she asks how long an hour and a half is, I'll try and explain that to her, but then she just had another question... and so on, and so forth.

So that was entertaining. My niece is actually quite the smart little cracker, and claims to know how to spell thermometer... but her rendition of it is t-h-m-e-r-m-o-m-t-r. I think that was the highlight. Anyway, my niece is cool. We had a blast!

My Mad Driving Skillz

Don't freak out. No more accidents... yet.
I was driving home and had an I wonder if anyone else ever does this moment.

You all know the video for Ironic by Alanis Morrisette, right? If you haven't, the jist of it is that she's driving in her car... that's the whole video. That, and she plays about 4 different people sitting in the different seats in the car, but that's irrelevant to the point that I'd like to get across.

My point is that I'm a retard when I drive my car. Lately, the cd of choice has been Billy Talent. I strongly suggest picking it up if you're into good music. And by good I mean awesome! Anyway, I do this a lot with other cd's as well, but tonight seemed stranger than others. Likely because I listened to it last night while I was driving home and certain phrases in songs were stuck to my memory, which also took a snapshot of a specific portion of road I was driving on (it's easy to do that when you've memorized all the surroundings on a 40 minute drive).

Anyway, enough dancing around the bush, Terrin. They want to know when and if this story has a point to it or not! GOSH! What a flippin idiot! lol. Anyway. I was groovin out to the tunes. What's strange about it is that when a song is going on, it sort of feels like a video from my perspective or something. I really hope others can relate, because I don't want anyone sneaking up behind me with a "special" white coat with cool sleeves. So yes, it's like Muchmusic going on in my own head (except I'm playing good music, until it dies and I want to rip it to shreds with my teeth, because I'll die if I hear it one more time, and by die, I mean kill someone... and by kill someone, I mean take them for ice cream). So now that I've made myself vulnerable, please, someone tell me I'm normal. Today's lesson doesn't come with an epiphany, just my thoughts, and strangeness.

If you haven't tried pretending it's your own video while listening to music and driving at the same time, I suggest you try it, you'll make yourself feel important... until you fire your PA for bringing the wrong spring water (you know I can't drink Dasani, the only acceptable drink is Aquafina! GOSH!)


Anyway, that's it for today. Hope yours was grand....

Happy Singles Awareness Day

Valentine's Day.

The only day of the year that makes you feel even more single than you actually are, and it causes you to loathe everyone who is paired up and buying those shitty sentimental cards and flowers at Wal-Mart while you're trying to get your Dippity-Doo, a twelve pack of Simpson's Cola and a DVD for $6.88. Let's face it. I've been around to see 19 other Valentine's Days.... But this one is a little different.

Unlike previous years where I have vowed to curse the day, watch girly/cultish/sappy movies, eat mounds of chocolate and drool over how hot Harry Connick Jr. is in Hope Floats (no Becca, we didn't watch that movie specifically on Valentine's Day, but I had to mention his hot-ness), I am not bitter. No. This year is different. Unlike the rest, I will be tossed into the clutches of twitterpation, and I for one am looking forward to it!

Despite my newfound hope in the opposite sex, I will remain true to my vow. Valentine's Day is retarded! And the guy always gets screwed into spending his life savings on "an unforgettable night". Let's have a look, shall we? (i've made the prices exorbitantly high so you can laugh with me):
1 Hallmark Valentine's card with stereotypical cheesy sentiment (that the guy didn't read, but it looked nice, and it said something about her beauty): $29.99
12 Ridiculously overpriced roses: $700
2 6oz. steaks 4 glasses of the restaurant's cheapest wine (2 drinks will make you a little tipsy, right? If he's gonna get some, she isn't going to be sober.): $275
Nice earrings or a bracelet that your girlfriend will likely burn or pawn if you dump her: $32, 000
2 tickets to a shitty movie that no one will like in 10 years: $2,700

Which comes to a grand total of: $40,703.69 (taxes included for your convenience)

Now guys, what could that money be better spent on??????
Let's see....
For about 40 g's you could
-Buy a new Austin Mini
-Build a sweet ass studio
-Put a down payment on a house
-Get some plastic surgery performed on your breasts
-Hire a hitman to kill your awful wife/girlfriend (and run away to Cuba)
-Invest into Microsoft....... right.....
-Pay for my degree

So you see, there are lots of options.
Instead of trying to gain brownie points so you can be lazy for the rest of the year, why not tell your sweetie how smokin she is every day? Or how about for Valentine's Day this year you decide to just spend uninterrupted time together, without that cheesy Valentine's Day card (unless you find one that is exactly what you wanted to tell her in the first place)...

So this is a shout out to all my single friends, I love you all, and this day is not worth moping over.
I'm going to go get ready for my hot date tonight..... (I'm moping on the inside... for the kids... you know!)

2 Down, 2 To Go!

It's finally Thursday. I can't believe it! This week has taken forever to take its course. Pentateuch exam was ok. Not super great, but I think I nailed a few of the questions. Definitely enough to pass, but not get the marks I really want. I've discovered that Mr. Cressman's classes are hard to get the marks I want... at least on exams. I do well on his assignments. So that will salvage my mark.

So tomorrow is D-day. Or V-day. No. that's veteran's/valentine's day. It's neither of those tomorrow. But yes. I am currently in survival mode. You know how you are the day before you leave your commonplace for more than a couple of days? You wear all the crappy clothes you own because all the others are packed up (I'm currently wearing my crappy jeans, and a vintage tee that just doesn't happen to be dirty, since I refuse to pay for laundry the day before I can do it for free... yes, I'm that cheap), you have all your toiletries in one spot, and you have to lug the bag with you whenever you need to fix your hair or take a shower. Both Alexis and Mr. are packed up, even though I want to play both of them. The last thing I usually pack up is the computer, because, let's face it... I'm not going to study ALL night tonight, though most people would advise me to. I've even already gassed up my car, and filled the tires. I'm working on gathering my books and random papers that will need to come home. My cell phone is charging (though it is a pile of shit, and charges more than I can talk on it, because the battery is lifeless). I'm itching to get going, and I still have 2 exams to write! How insane is that?

So I've been studying in little chunks, basically between emailing, MSN'ing (God must have only wanted me to study for Issues in Worship Leadership, because it's back up, and I should be studying), blogging, and listening to Hell's Bells and Thunderstruck. Being stoked + exams = no studying. Good thing it's Synoptic Gospels and History of the Christian Era Tomorrow. I think I could pass both without studying... though that doesn't mean I won't. I'll definitely sit down and at the very minimum go through my notes a few times.

Don't let me forget that I also have to pick up my niece at Indian Head. As far as I know, anyway... that should be the plan. I haven't ridden in a car with her since I was like 17... and she was quite young. I'm sure she'll be lots of fun to drive with though, as long as we don't have to stop lots to go to the bathroom. I like to drive without stops, as much as possible, to get home as soon as possible. Oh boy, I can't wait!

Looking forward to being back in Manitoba! See y'all 27 hours!

Driving Music is a Must

So I've decided lately that I need better driving music. It takes 4:40 to get home from Saskatoon to Brandon, and I'm getting tired of listening to Michelle Branch and Delirious exclusively. So I've made a point of it to purchase and download new tuneage. Here's a little list of what I'll be listening to on Friday afternoon:

-> Foo Fighters- The Colour and the Shape
-> Treble Charger- Detox
-> Dashboard Confessional- A Mark A Mission A Brand A Scar
-> Billy Talent- Billy Talent
-> AC/DC- the razor's edge and back in black
-> A mix of Artificial Joy Club and Tonic that Brett sent me.

Anyway, hopefully this will be enough to get me home :)

For those of you keeping track, today was exam 1 of 4, and I feel it went rather well. Let's hope Mr. Puls thinks the same.

Erin is still in the hospital, so keep praying she'll get better!

I Have Issues...

in worship leadership in an hour... yes, midterms are now upon us. I'm looking forward to getting them overwith. Instead of studying, here I am blogging. It's interesting to see how much I actually procrastinate during a study period. I think that God is making it so I HAVE to study. Take yesterday, for instance:
MSN wouldn't work, but it worked as soon as I was finished doing study notes
My mouse gestures quit working in Mozilla
I broke my optical mouse (k, that one may be my fault.. but I went and bought a saucy laser mouse from staples for $20!)

Today, I promise I'll get more studying done! I still have to read a couple of chapters in The Jesus I Never Knew and about 30 pages in my History of the Christian Era text. So yes, still lots to be done.

Don't crucify me if I haven't made plans with you during spring break yet, I'm trying to get this out of the way.
3 Days, people!

The Jesus I Never Knew

This is an awesome book by Philip Yancey. I read it a few years ago while I was rummaging through Tyler's stash of college books, and now I get to read it for my Synoptic Gospels class. I thought I should share with you the humor of this guy. He's profound, and funny at the same time. I love it!

Here's a little clip of it: (obligatory copyright infringement warning statement goes here)

When I switched on my computer this morning, Micrsoft Windows flashed the date, implicitly acknowledging that, whatever you may believe about it, the birth of Jesus was so important that it split history into two parts. Everything that has ever happened on this planet falls into a category of before Christ or after Christ.

Richard Nixon got carried away with excitement in 1969 when Apollo astronauts first landed on the moon. "It's the greatest day since Creation!" crowed the president, until Billy Graham solemnly reminded him of Christmas and Easter. By any measure of history Graham was right. This Galilean, who in his lifetime spoke to fewer people than would fill just one of the many stadia Graham has filled, changed the world more than any other person. He introduced a new force field into history, and now holds the allegiance of a third of all people on earth.

Today, people even use Jesus' name to curse by. How strange it would sound if, when a businessman missed a golf putt, he yelled "Thomas Jefferson!" or if a plumber screamed "Mahatma Gandhi!" when his pipe wrench mashed a finger. We cannot get away from this man Jesus.

Oh Philip Yancey, you're so right. This book rules. You can buy it for like 20 bucks at any Christian bookstore, and I guarantee it will change some of your thought patterns. You can run from Jesus, but you can't deny him!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

ahem.

Hymn That Moved Me This Week:

Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
O thou of God, and of man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honour,
Thou my soul's glory, joy and crown.

Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the glooming garb of spring:
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.

Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host:
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer,
Than all the angels heaven can boast.

Beautiful Saviour, Lord of all the nations,
Son of God and Son of man!
Glory and honour, praise, adoration
Now and forever more be thine

Thanks for the awesome words in worship this past Sunday, Evan! I needed to sing them to Jesus.

Get Well Soon, Erin!

For those of you who don't know, my roommate is in the hospital because of a disorder that she has that is flaring up. If you could pray for her health during this stressful time of year (midterms), that would be great!

I'm sending all the good vibes to you, Erin! Don't forget, our names rhyme!

Am I Going Emo?

My Emo Look

So, I haven't started buying dickie's clothing, or wearing a white leather studded belt, or wearing black and geting a labret piercing... but some people think I'm going emo. YES, I listened to Dashboard Confessional for a bit. It was ok. I wouldn't write home about it or anything.... it was just ok. So I borrow a pair of cool funky glasses, and straighten my hair, and all of a sudden I'm emo? I don't think that emo kids appreciate the Foo Fighters as much as I do, and they definitely don't know who Josh Homme is.... all well. I think I'll just live off in Terrin land and forget about what everyone else says!

FIVE DAYS

120 hours
7200 minutes

in reality, the next five days are going to seem like a lifetime. I still have about 75 pages to read in my Pentateuch book, a good 25 pages to read for HOTCE, and a good 50 pages for Synoptic Gospels. Not to mention getting my car assessed at SGI, 4 midterms, 1.5 hours of Faithweaver Friends (kids club) and a six hour drive.

But it will still be an eternity. Soon, my pretties. I will be home soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God is Present Amidst the Assholes of this World

Ok,

I don't want to spend a lot of time ranting about this, partly because it's a sin to harbour bitterness, and because I need to learn from it. But you need background story...

So tonight (as night 2 of College Conniption) was a gigantic youth rally held at Elim Tabernacle, witha guest speaker, and a local band (Understated).

Thing that ticked me off #1:
We showed up 15 minutes early for our soundcheck (the worship band was doing some tuneage for the altar call after the speaker), and ended up waiting for just a little over an hour for the other band's guitar player to show up, while the rest of the band pissed around on stage (I detest waiting around when things can be accomplished, especially on a tight schedule)

Thing that ticked me off #2:
To begin with, I was poised to use the church's drumset. No big deal, right? Wrong. These drums are mic'd and in a drum cage behind plexiglass, and they stole the mics from that set to mic the band's set.

Thing that ticked me off #3:
The drummer from Understated breaks all of his sticks and steals mine off my set. I was kind of pissed for a second, but after the show, Jason and I went backstage, and he agreed to replace my sticks, and after a little convincing after that, Jason convinced the guy to let me use his decent set. The drums themselves weren't anything to write home about, but much better than those awful V-Drums the school has.

Thing that ticked me off #4:
After the show, this prick of a drummer (he has skilllllzzzzz... but a bad attitude, and Understated is a Christian band) tells me that I have cracked his already cracked cymbal, and that he would like some reimbursment for a new purchase. Ok. Maybe I did it. No one can prove it, since he didn't check the cymbals before I played. But the cymbal already had a good three inch crack along the bell. WTF!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I knew right from the moment we had waited about half an hour for soundcheck that it wasn't going to be a pleasant night. People-wise, it wasn't.

But the worship, the preaching.....

GOD WAS THERE....

I love the lyrics to Everything by Lifehouse

How can we stand with God and not be moved by Him?
Tonight (though I am still angry and swearing a bluestreak about that arrogant drummer) was God's night. Lives changed. Not because the band was bitchin, or the preaching rocked, or that our worship set was killer, but God was there. You can't stop stuff like that.

(Oh, and it's not very likely that I'll be paying for that cymbal, and even less likely that he'll replace those sticks)

My House is Haunted By Liberace's Gay Ghost!

Tabloid magazines are hilarious and sad.
Before reading an article about the world's 10 ugliest people, I came across an article entitled "My House is Haunted By Liberace's Gay Ghost And He Keeps Patting My Butt!" accompanied by a horrible rendering of his ghost in cardboard cutout fashion. Underneath, the caption read, "Get your filty hands off me, you old queen!"

The only reason I was reading it was because it's so funny, it's hard not to. I don't believe them one bit, but I really do feel sad for people who think that satan's bones were found in New Jersey or something. But there is one story out there that sounds too good to be true (cheesy segway, I know).

Jesus rules. He died because were selfish dirty sinning bastards. If we believe in Him and confess it with our lips (Romans 10:9), we can consider ourselves His homeboys, which comes with an all access backstage pass to heaven, the pimpingest place to see after we die. So make Jesus your homeboy, wouldja?

My Coincidence (#2)/Ron Krahn's Clone

There's this guy I work with who looks exactly like Ron Krahn (for some reason, I always want to type his name as 'Rohn' lol). I swear, if I sent you a picture of him, you'd think it was him.

Anyway, another strange coincidence with this guy is that his grandparents live in Virden. I've probably met them, but didn't recognize their name. It's kind of bizarre how small the world is, eh?

So anyway, that's all I have today. No ranting, no profundity... if that's a word. But here's my fun site of the day:

The AOL Translator

Have a good night, people!

My Sickness

I am homesick.

Hardcore. School is rather drab lately, I'm hoping that college connection will snazz them up or something, because after that is midterms, and if I have no motivation, there's no way I'll study for them, or do my reading assignments that are due then. Yeah....

List of people I miss:
Brett (x about 400)
Tessa
Becca
Mom and Dad
Brodie, Tyler and Calan
Leslee, Lynton, Taelin and Jorgia
Stewart and Taralee
Mike and Tanya
Jill
Alwin and Tania and Sam and Tom
... Let's just say the whole entire dwelling place
Rochelle
Sue, Cheryl and Arla....

the list goes on.

I just wanna be at home right now, k? It doesn't help that work is sucky, and the Pentateuch is boring. AGH!

Anyway, enough sulking. Have a lurvely day, all.