Would you believe me if I told you that the last two days has been slightly...chaotic? I think I like that word for it. It has a nice ring to it. Say it with me now class: chaotic. Anyways, I haven't had much time to write things. Or be online in general. Or sit down in general for all it's worth. So now, instead of giving you one glorious day's adventures, I'm going to be giving you two glorious days' adventures. How well will I remember it all? Not a clue.
So, the day before last was Monday. That was the beautiful day that I really just did not want to stay inside the house, but at the same time I didn't feel well enough to leave the house. So how did I decide? Well, the torrential downpour that came along helped a bit, but I think that I decided on my own to stay inside. It's funny how if you stay cooped up in a house all day (my own fault, not anybody else's) that not only do you get really bored, but you also get really depressed. You have to venture outside to get that sunlight and the vitamins or whatever that the sun can offer you. Sunlight just makes the days better.
So what did I do Monday? Not that much, if you don't count me apparently messing things up with lots of people. Then again, I did apparently help some people. I guess you win some and you lose some. I'd prefer to lose less, because we're talking about people in this case, but there are some things that I just can't help. So I was partially down on Monday night (the short period on Monday when I was actually awake) because things were happening with people that shouldn't have been happening. Oh well, there's not much I can do about it now.
A big shout out, by the way, to those three of you who sat there and talked to me pretty much all night. You know who you are.
So, that led into Tuesday. I went to bed at about 2-3am on Tuesday (what's wrong with me, I know) and woke up about 7am on Tuesday morning. Seriously. That was all the sleep that I had on Tuesday. I wanted to take a nap, and tried several times, but apparently God doesn't want me taking naps anymore. So I stayed up for a while and talked to two lovely ladies, both of whom I adore as being my friends, and a new lady. You both know who you are. I did that until Grandma (that's her name by golly, written on her birth certificate and everything) left for her Mother's Day dinner with Dad (late much?). Then I proceeded to clean out the cat boxes, as asked, and then continued to do some other chores around the house. A man doing chores?! I know! Anyways, that was loads of fun, let me tell you.
After chores I once again tried to take a nap. No nap time for the big boys, so I mainly just laid there and wait for it to be time for Nathan to kidnap me. Apparently, according to some people, he should have kidnapped me with duct tape and a blindfold, but I'm happy that he just came to the door and drove me away naturally.
We went to the Wylie High School Pure Gold Band Concert. They played several songs that I had played before, but it's been so long since I played them that it was good to hear them again. How Mr. Lunney/Mr. McMillan was having them play literally half a concert worth of music that I had played myself at one point or another is beyond me, because that's just sheer luck. Or maybe I've played too much music in my time.
A song did come up at the concert, and a comment was made that struck me as very wrong. At the concert a piece was played that had been commissioned after the Columbine High School shootings had happened. The comment had been made that the students sitting before me understood what this tragedy was. So, it is my personal opinion, that I wholeheartedly disagree with this. I was about eleven or twelve when this incident had happened. I remember sitting at the lake house with Vern, Mom, and Brittney and this coming on the news. My sister, who is a year older than those graduating, was about seven or eight. When you're seven or eight you don't pay attention to things in the world. You don't realize what changed dramatically with the coming of that shooting. I didn't even realize how much changed during that time, and I was several years older. How can those who probably don't even remember this happening come to understand the full effect of what Columbine was? I agree that they can feel the sorrow at one of the most impacting student shootings in American history. I can understand how they can feel that pain at seeing Americans, Christians, and human beings suffer. Will they ever realize the impact that event caused? Will I ever realize the impact that event caused? The answer: absolutely not.
So, after the concert, I got to see some familiar faces in the crowds. Rachel, Whitney, Alexis (both of them), among others who haven't graduated, and then several who have already graduated...whose names I always forget. I'm really bad with names, have I ever told you guys that. It was good to see these people, and I'm happy that they had such a good four year program as Wylie High School, despite my own distaste with the program. How could I tell that they had enjoyed their four years? By the tears that cascaded down their faces, the smiles on their lips, and the frantic, memorable conversations that they were having with old friends. Some people wonder why I stayed in some of the band programs that I did (Coffee County, Wylie, NCTC, Harding), and I must say that it's because of the people. It's the people of the band that make up what the band is, how good the band is, how influential it will be upon the individuals lives. In a band program the directors are nothing to me. A band can survive without a director. A director can't survive without a band.
After that me and Nathan went to Taco Bell and I finally had the cheesy bean and rice burrito that I had been wanting for about a year. While Searcy's Taco Bell did indeed have the cheesy bean and rice burrito available, the campus Taco Bell did not, so unless I get it at home then I don't get it. Oh the cheesy goodness. Even after that Nathan and I went back to my place and played some Brawl. I beat him a few times, he beat me when I didn't seem to care that much (there were people texting and I wanted to answer them by golly).
So, all in all, it was a very interesting two days. One was down. One was up. What goes up must come down though, so I'm not sure what today will bring. We'll see I guess.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Get Up, Come On Get Down With The Sickness
So, the song that this blog post shares the name of is not one that I would particularly listen to, but the title stuck out to me this morning. Why's that? Because, I'm on day two of stomach death. I thought that my sickness had left me yesterday, but apparently my stomach wants nothing to do with anything food-like. I have no clue what's wrong with me, unless it's the multitude of pills that I have to take on a daily basis eating away at my innards.
For those of you who don't know, I do take quite a few pills on a daily basis, more so than a person my age should probably be taking. You see, I have two major medical issues. The first one bothers me the least, and that has to do with the pain in my back. Besides an annoying pain problem the entire year long I will also occasionally have week or two week long episodes of just intense pain. This happened three times this past school year. Once before school started that continued into the start of marching band practice, once right before pledge week started, and once in April. Generally the only time I'll feel pain from my back, other than these brief periods of explosive pain, is when I'm standing in one place for about twenty minutes or longer, when I have weight on my back that is over about ten pounds, and whenever I hit the ground or run into something really hard.
So, while the back pain doesn't really offer much need for medication (it's a slipped disk in my back that I've had since pretty close to birth), my keratitis does. What's keratitis you ask? It's an inflamation of the eye, would be the simple definition. What does this mean for Trinity? Well, I have a version called 'herpes simplex keratitis', meaning that the same virus that causes cold sores also causes my keratitis to be active. Oh yeah, and unlike most other keratitis victims, my keratitis isn't on the surface of the cornea, but is instead in the stroma of the cornea. That basically means that I can't just scrape off the infection. It's stuck there. For. My. Entire. Life. Lovely, isn't it? I get cold sores on my eyeballs for the rest of my life. So, in order to counteract this situation I simply have to take a total of six pills a day for this problem alone. Then there's the eye drops, which if you've ever seen me put in you should be able to tell that the eye drops are my least favorite part of this entire ordeal. It's either take all of this, or stop seeing. Oh the choices.
So, enough of my medical issues. So, other than these two things and my apparent stomach bug, I'm in decent health.
I actually don't have much to say in regards to my Sunday. Since I wrote my last post I might have been awake a total of about eight hours. Between me still getting re-acclimated to the climate of Texas (how long is this going to take?), my stomach killing me, and my sleep pattern being off anyways, I haven't been awake much. What I have done while awake is try and eat and hold things down, study a bit from Hurt: Inside the World of Today's Teenagers, and talk to a few people who are up WAY too early in the morning. I've also had a slight side quest of getting worried about a friend who called late last night and I didn't answer the phone, but since she hasn't called me or texted me about anything else I'm not sure if the problem subsided or if I should just consider myself a jerk. Not a clue.
Anyways, sorry for the short post, but I'm sure that some of you really hate reading the longer ones. My bad. My goals for today are to stay awake long enough for something to happen (I'm hoping for a call about internship interviews today), to take out the cat boxes (there is actually sunlight outside today!), and to finish reading at least to chapter two of Hurt. I hope that everybody has a good day, or at least a better one than I had yesterday. Audios.
Ooh ah ah ah ah!
P.S.-The Naked Archaeologist angers me so much! Why do people even watch his stupidity? America needs to be educated in history properly so that shows like his don't exist anymore. Maybe we should teach our children like the colonials did....hmm...
For those of you who don't know, I do take quite a few pills on a daily basis, more so than a person my age should probably be taking. You see, I have two major medical issues. The first one bothers me the least, and that has to do with the pain in my back. Besides an annoying pain problem the entire year long I will also occasionally have week or two week long episodes of just intense pain. This happened three times this past school year. Once before school started that continued into the start of marching band practice, once right before pledge week started, and once in April. Generally the only time I'll feel pain from my back, other than these brief periods of explosive pain, is when I'm standing in one place for about twenty minutes or longer, when I have weight on my back that is over about ten pounds, and whenever I hit the ground or run into something really hard.
So, while the back pain doesn't really offer much need for medication (it's a slipped disk in my back that I've had since pretty close to birth), my keratitis does. What's keratitis you ask? It's an inflamation of the eye, would be the simple definition. What does this mean for Trinity? Well, I have a version called 'herpes simplex keratitis', meaning that the same virus that causes cold sores also causes my keratitis to be active. Oh yeah, and unlike most other keratitis victims, my keratitis isn't on the surface of the cornea, but is instead in the stroma of the cornea. That basically means that I can't just scrape off the infection. It's stuck there. For. My. Entire. Life. Lovely, isn't it? I get cold sores on my eyeballs for the rest of my life. So, in order to counteract this situation I simply have to take a total of six pills a day for this problem alone. Then there's the eye drops, which if you've ever seen me put in you should be able to tell that the eye drops are my least favorite part of this entire ordeal. It's either take all of this, or stop seeing. Oh the choices.
So, enough of my medical issues. So, other than these two things and my apparent stomach bug, I'm in decent health.
I actually don't have much to say in regards to my Sunday. Since I wrote my last post I might have been awake a total of about eight hours. Between me still getting re-acclimated to the climate of Texas (how long is this going to take?), my stomach killing me, and my sleep pattern being off anyways, I haven't been awake much. What I have done while awake is try and eat and hold things down, study a bit from Hurt: Inside the World of Today's Teenagers, and talk to a few people who are up WAY too early in the morning. I've also had a slight side quest of getting worried about a friend who called late last night and I didn't answer the phone, but since she hasn't called me or texted me about anything else I'm not sure if the problem subsided or if I should just consider myself a jerk. Not a clue.
Anyways, sorry for the short post, but I'm sure that some of you really hate reading the longer ones. My bad. My goals for today are to stay awake long enough for something to happen (I'm hoping for a call about internship interviews today), to take out the cat boxes (there is actually sunlight outside today!), and to finish reading at least to chapter two of Hurt. I hope that everybody has a good day, or at least a better one than I had yesterday. Audios.
Ooh ah ah ah ah!
P.S.-The Naked Archaeologist angers me so much! Why do people even watch his stupidity? America needs to be educated in history properly so that shows like his don't exist anymore. Maybe we should teach our children like the colonials did....hmm...
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Water, Water, Everywhere, But I Hate Water...
Welcome back for the second installment of 'What's Trinity Up To?'. If you're just tuning in, you'll realize that I'm very new to blogging. Like...today's day two. I'm still not entirely sure exactly why I should be expressing my emotions and giving my day-by-day experiences to the world. All three reasons that I gave yesterday were rather selfish, but I guess it's a little late now, eh? It's time to cross that threshold and adventure into the reality that what I experience will be publicized to the world. Just sit back and have fun reading this.
So, what did I do yesterday/today (I haven't gone to bed yet)? For starters, I did...absolutely nothing. Again. I was supposed to go to Dad's concert yesterday, but since I felt sick (was probably the honey bbq chicken sandwich from WhataBurger the night before) I decided to opt not to go instead of potentially getting sick even further while surrounded by however many people were there. So I pretty well slept the entire day.
I did, though, have a rather interesting dream. I've noticed a growing trend in interesting dreams here lately. For instance, two or three nights ago (I forget, since I've slept since then) I had a dream that I was getting married to Dani from Cisco [Junior] College. I don't remember in particular what she was wearing, or how in the world I had ended up getting hooked up with the girl who insists that she call me 'Bubbah' (which is ultra annoying, by the way), but I was getting married to her. My dream self was rather happy about it anyways. I told her about it the next day, and apparently both she and her boyfriend (whom is also a redhead) got a nice little kick out of hearing about it. This was about the third time in the past week that I've had a dream about getting married, the first coming from my nap before going to the Denman/Jenkin rehearsal dinner. The second was Saturday, on the way back from Arkansas. Both times I don't particularly remember who I was getting married, but since they were both brunettes then I can guarantee the blond Dani that neither were her. Maybe I was marrying some deep, dark crushes that I didn't even know that I had? Who knows.
So what was my dream about while my grandmother was going to the concert that I wanted to go to? Well, it started off with me preaching to a rather small youth group. I was having them search the furniture of the church building to find scripture that had been etched into it long before I had even gotten there. Don't ask me why, I don't remember. I just remember that this particular task was what I had set them to. After a few minutes of telling them to search for these verses that I shouldn't have known existed in the first place, church started for Sunday morning services. It was a rather random transition. By the way, this Sunday morning service wasn't quite like the others. We were all seated around wooden tables, and there were no pews at all except against the walls. I listened to a mid-40s man give a sermon, which I don't remember, and then lunch was served. For a small church this dream church sure did dish out some fantastic food. We're talking Aramark catering service good. Yeah. So, while I was eating I noticed on a chalk board that my name had been written there, and that the date 06/05/2010 was next to it for an arrival date. This dream was apparently meant to happen next week or something like that, and I wasn't supposed to make it to the church until that day. I asked about it, and the oldest member in the church (who had been serving the roast beef earlier in the dream) told me that I had been chosen to be the youth intern for the summer. I was so excited in my dream that I thought that I should text Grandma with the good news. I awoke and reached for my phone (located above my head usually), and was about halfway into getting the message ready for me to write out before I realize that I was in the real world again, and that the place I had just been was a dream.
So, since I woke up about 11:30pm, yesterday didn't last very long. Grandma came home about fifteen minutes after I woke up with a whole pizza leftover from the after concert party that they'd apparently had. My thanks goes out to Mr. Dee for buying one too many pizzas. I chomped down and ate half the pizza, and then finished it about an hour ago.
While eating the second half of the pizza I realize that I'd been drinking a lot of the Dr. Peppers that we have in the house. Like...out of the maybe 18 cans we had when I got here, we might have 6 left. That's not including the cokes that I'd had when I went out to drink. So, I've decided that I should probably be drinking water more often. That's my goal right now, is to drink water for the rest of the summer. I have to catch up with a certain little lady who's probably beating me soundly at this goal. I told her that I was only going to be drinking water way back in...January, so if she kept her word that she was doing the same then I'm way behind.
So, goals for this week are to drink loads of water. I also hope to find out whether or not I get that internship (if I'm dreaming about it, then it's safe to say that I'm anticipating it a bit). Unfortunately, the launch of the Abilene chapter of Communion Circle won't be happening this weekend. Abilene has had rain out the wazzo this entire weekend, and it's rather...underwater. So I decided that I'd postpone the start of Communion Circle- Abilene until next week. This also gives me time to find out if I got the internship. If I didn't, then Communion Circle can continue as planned. If I did then it'll be tough to get it started with me leaving after only two more meetings unless somebody else steps up to do it in my stead. We'll see how God does things, as it's completely up to Him as to whether or not I get an internship.
So, I hope that you all have a great Sunday morning/day, and I'll post again tomorrow with news as to whether or not I have received any news to the internship stuff. For those interested, tonight's research topic was that of the books that I've gained this past semester. I actually haven't cracked open many of them, so I spent most of my research time today going through them and figuring out how to best order their readings for my own gain. I'm afraid that International Politics will be the last one to be read, even though I've recently come into the knowledge that Belgium's political system is in turmoil (I researched that today as well, though it was a bit limited by my interest in my own books).
So, with that information, audios. Drink water, it's healthy for you.
So, what did I do yesterday/today (I haven't gone to bed yet)? For starters, I did...absolutely nothing. Again. I was supposed to go to Dad's concert yesterday, but since I felt sick (was probably the honey bbq chicken sandwich from WhataBurger the night before) I decided to opt not to go instead of potentially getting sick even further while surrounded by however many people were there. So I pretty well slept the entire day.
I did, though, have a rather interesting dream. I've noticed a growing trend in interesting dreams here lately. For instance, two or three nights ago (I forget, since I've slept since then) I had a dream that I was getting married to Dani from Cisco [Junior] College. I don't remember in particular what she was wearing, or how in the world I had ended up getting hooked up with the girl who insists that she call me 'Bubbah' (which is ultra annoying, by the way), but I was getting married to her. My dream self was rather happy about it anyways. I told her about it the next day, and apparently both she and her boyfriend (whom is also a redhead) got a nice little kick out of hearing about it. This was about the third time in the past week that I've had a dream about getting married, the first coming from my nap before going to the Denman/Jenkin rehearsal dinner. The second was Saturday, on the way back from Arkansas. Both times I don't particularly remember who I was getting married, but since they were both brunettes then I can guarantee the blond Dani that neither were her. Maybe I was marrying some deep, dark crushes that I didn't even know that I had? Who knows.
So what was my dream about while my grandmother was going to the concert that I wanted to go to? Well, it started off with me preaching to a rather small youth group. I was having them search the furniture of the church building to find scripture that had been etched into it long before I had even gotten there. Don't ask me why, I don't remember. I just remember that this particular task was what I had set them to. After a few minutes of telling them to search for these verses that I shouldn't have known existed in the first place, church started for Sunday morning services. It was a rather random transition. By the way, this Sunday morning service wasn't quite like the others. We were all seated around wooden tables, and there were no pews at all except against the walls. I listened to a mid-40s man give a sermon, which I don't remember, and then lunch was served. For a small church this dream church sure did dish out some fantastic food. We're talking Aramark catering service good. Yeah. So, while I was eating I noticed on a chalk board that my name had been written there, and that the date 06/05/2010 was next to it for an arrival date. This dream was apparently meant to happen next week or something like that, and I wasn't supposed to make it to the church until that day. I asked about it, and the oldest member in the church (who had been serving the roast beef earlier in the dream) told me that I had been chosen to be the youth intern for the summer. I was so excited in my dream that I thought that I should text Grandma with the good news. I awoke and reached for my phone (located above my head usually), and was about halfway into getting the message ready for me to write out before I realize that I was in the real world again, and that the place I had just been was a dream.
So, since I woke up about 11:30pm, yesterday didn't last very long. Grandma came home about fifteen minutes after I woke up with a whole pizza leftover from the after concert party that they'd apparently had. My thanks goes out to Mr. Dee for buying one too many pizzas. I chomped down and ate half the pizza, and then finished it about an hour ago.
While eating the second half of the pizza I realize that I'd been drinking a lot of the Dr. Peppers that we have in the house. Like...out of the maybe 18 cans we had when I got here, we might have 6 left. That's not including the cokes that I'd had when I went out to drink. So, I've decided that I should probably be drinking water more often. That's my goal right now, is to drink water for the rest of the summer. I have to catch up with a certain little lady who's probably beating me soundly at this goal. I told her that I was only going to be drinking water way back in...January, so if she kept her word that she was doing the same then I'm way behind.
So, goals for this week are to drink loads of water. I also hope to find out whether or not I get that internship (if I'm dreaming about it, then it's safe to say that I'm anticipating it a bit). Unfortunately, the launch of the Abilene chapter of Communion Circle won't be happening this weekend. Abilene has had rain out the wazzo this entire weekend, and it's rather...underwater. So I decided that I'd postpone the start of Communion Circle- Abilene until next week. This also gives me time to find out if I got the internship. If I didn't, then Communion Circle can continue as planned. If I did then it'll be tough to get it started with me leaving after only two more meetings unless somebody else steps up to do it in my stead. We'll see how God does things, as it's completely up to Him as to whether or not I get an internship.
So, I hope that you all have a great Sunday morning/day, and I'll post again tomorrow with news as to whether or not I have received any news to the internship stuff. For those interested, tonight's research topic was that of the books that I've gained this past semester. I actually haven't cracked open many of them, so I spent most of my research time today going through them and figuring out how to best order their readings for my own gain. I'm afraid that International Politics will be the last one to be read, even though I've recently come into the knowledge that Belgium's political system is in turmoil (I researched that today as well, though it was a bit limited by my interest in my own books).
So, with that information, audios. Drink water, it's healthy for you.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Prepare For Liftoff
Hey everybody,
So, I decided to make this blog for a variety of reasons. For starters, it's almost eight in the morning, and I'm really bored. Then there's the fact that I should probably be keeping my writing ability up, so instead of just wasting away during the summer and school year I hope to be able to update this regularly. With my traditionally length posts, of course (though this one should be quite short).
The third reason is probably because I want to see how much I grow over the time period that I remain at Harding (two years to go) as well as to give me a day-to-day (ish) compilation of what I've done. This includes during the summer, during the school year, and quite possibly beyond.
So, I shall begin by telling you all what I did yesterday.
It most certainly wasn't my favorite Friday of all time. I needed to talk to the youth ministers (or the equivalents of) whom I wanted to intern for, but that involved me completely interrupting my usual summer sleeping habit. You see, if you sleep from dawn until dusk, you can't really get a call in to people whose work hours are from 8am-5pm. It just doesn't happen. So I had to sacrifice some sleep yesterday in order to talk to them.
The results? The cancellation of one intern attempt, leaving me with two intern positions open. At the beginning of this week I actually had six. In less than a full week I've managed to eliminate them to just two (I got turned down for both the Burnt Hickory Church of Christ in Georgia that I wanted as well as the Whetstone Boys Ranch position that I wanted). The only ones left are Cross City Church of Christ, my current favorite, located in Cross City, Florida, as well as Cedar Church of Christ in Wilmington, Delaware. Yeah, I'm not a big fan of the traveling cost to get that far north. We're talking about a thousand dollars easy for travel, and I still have no clue how much they're actually willing to pay me for the summer and whether or not they're planning on compensating for travel expenses to get there. Not exactly my favorite, but if that's what I end up with...beggars can't be choosers. An internship is an internship.
So, after doing that yesterday morning I managed to get my attention caught by the History Channel. I had a brief while (about thirty minutes) where I was very angry at them. Have you seen this guy, this 'Naked Archaeologist'? First of all, that's a horrible name, as the guy is nowhere close to naked in either clothing choice or in almost any other form that I can think of. Maybe intelligence, as he seemed to be lacking quite a bit. He seemed to want to convince the viewers that the Danoi (as in, those who supposedly the two epic poems which Homer wrote are based upon) are somehow connected to the Tribe of Dan (as in, one of the twelve Israel tribes). If this 'Naked Archaeologist' had some sort of conclusive or archaeological proof that such a connection existed, then I might have listened further, but his evidence made no sense at all. Comparing Samson to Hercules? Saying that they're the same because they migrate a lot? Because they had ships? Are you kidding me? First off, almost every civilization from that time had a strong man story. You might as well call all of the civilizations the same exact thing (I know, initially they were, but that's not the point here). Point invalid. False sir. Second, all of the tribes of Israel were migratory. That doesn't mean that they're the same as the Danoi in Greece. And ships? What type of idiot nation wouldn't have ships if their land was touching a sea, teeming with fish and trade opportunities? The Israelites did many things that were idiocy (how many times must you leave God's side before you realize that it's a really bad idea to do that?), but these people weren't stupid when it came to surviving with the resources they had. They wandered for forty years in the desert. That means that these people probably know how to live off the land, or the sea as the case may be. The entire Mediterranean area did it as well. Were they all Danoi? Nope. So, sir, until you find more conclusive evidence then please stop spouting off stupid theories of yours.
There were other things about that particular program that angered me, but that'll have to not be mentioned. Mainly because I don't remember them. The next show, though, was on Wild West Technology: Execution. It detailed the various forms and stories behind the styles of execution back in the American frontier days. While this program spent what I thought to be too much time on the hangman's scenarios (45 minutes out of the hour), it was overall an interesting show. The show on Witches that followed afterwards was quite entertaining as well, as it went all the way from the origins of Wicca to the Inquisition. From there it went to the obvious Salem Witch Trials and then on into an explanation about the current Wiccan movement. Rather interesting.
After this I drifted off into a restless sleep. Seeing as how thunderstorms have been rolling through during the last forty-eight hours it has been pretty much off and on for sleeping throughout the entire household. I got to sleep until a little after five, when, for the second time this week, I was woken up by a small child (the first being Justin being plopped down upon me while sleeping...I totally thought it was Brenden until I let him fall next to me and realized that he wasn't making a sound as well as was rather small to be Brenden).
So, after waking up I groggily answered people's texts and waited for my chance to return to sleep. I went to sleep about nine, woke up about two this morning, and have been up ever since. Me and Grandma went to McDonalds and grabbed some cokes (I was really thirsty for some caffeine) and then we went to WhataBurger for a sandwich. What've I been doing all night since then? Researching various topics as they come to my fancy. I don't particularly remember any of them in particular, but that's what eight in the morning does for you.
Anyways, I'm going to go to sleep. Dad's concert is tonight, and I'm really excited to see Sandra Dee and Steve McGranahan (The World's Strongest Redneck...and World's Strongest Preacher, coincidentally) since I haven't seen them in the past few years. I'm also excited that hopefully we'll eat at the truck stop again and I'll get to have a conversation with Dad, Debbie, and a few others that I haven't gotten to have extensive conversations with in a while. I have no clue who's going to be there.
Audios. This is the end of the first post. From here on out, we're lifting off into the unknown, the unseen, and the unforgettable.
So, I decided to make this blog for a variety of reasons. For starters, it's almost eight in the morning, and I'm really bored. Then there's the fact that I should probably be keeping my writing ability up, so instead of just wasting away during the summer and school year I hope to be able to update this regularly. With my traditionally length posts, of course (though this one should be quite short).
The third reason is probably because I want to see how much I grow over the time period that I remain at Harding (two years to go) as well as to give me a day-to-day (ish) compilation of what I've done. This includes during the summer, during the school year, and quite possibly beyond.
So, I shall begin by telling you all what I did yesterday.
It most certainly wasn't my favorite Friday of all time. I needed to talk to the youth ministers (or the equivalents of) whom I wanted to intern for, but that involved me completely interrupting my usual summer sleeping habit. You see, if you sleep from dawn until dusk, you can't really get a call in to people whose work hours are from 8am-5pm. It just doesn't happen. So I had to sacrifice some sleep yesterday in order to talk to them.
The results? The cancellation of one intern attempt, leaving me with two intern positions open. At the beginning of this week I actually had six. In less than a full week I've managed to eliminate them to just two (I got turned down for both the Burnt Hickory Church of Christ in Georgia that I wanted as well as the Whetstone Boys Ranch position that I wanted). The only ones left are Cross City Church of Christ, my current favorite, located in Cross City, Florida, as well as Cedar Church of Christ in Wilmington, Delaware. Yeah, I'm not a big fan of the traveling cost to get that far north. We're talking about a thousand dollars easy for travel, and I still have no clue how much they're actually willing to pay me for the summer and whether or not they're planning on compensating for travel expenses to get there. Not exactly my favorite, but if that's what I end up with...beggars can't be choosers. An internship is an internship.
So, after doing that yesterday morning I managed to get my attention caught by the History Channel. I had a brief while (about thirty minutes) where I was very angry at them. Have you seen this guy, this 'Naked Archaeologist'? First of all, that's a horrible name, as the guy is nowhere close to naked in either clothing choice or in almost any other form that I can think of. Maybe intelligence, as he seemed to be lacking quite a bit. He seemed to want to convince the viewers that the Danoi (as in, those who supposedly the two epic poems which Homer wrote are based upon) are somehow connected to the Tribe of Dan (as in, one of the twelve Israel tribes). If this 'Naked Archaeologist' had some sort of conclusive or archaeological proof that such a connection existed, then I might have listened further, but his evidence made no sense at all. Comparing Samson to Hercules? Saying that they're the same because they migrate a lot? Because they had ships? Are you kidding me? First off, almost every civilization from that time had a strong man story. You might as well call all of the civilizations the same exact thing (I know, initially they were, but that's not the point here). Point invalid. False sir. Second, all of the tribes of Israel were migratory. That doesn't mean that they're the same as the Danoi in Greece. And ships? What type of idiot nation wouldn't have ships if their land was touching a sea, teeming with fish and trade opportunities? The Israelites did many things that were idiocy (how many times must you leave God's side before you realize that it's a really bad idea to do that?), but these people weren't stupid when it came to surviving with the resources they had. They wandered for forty years in the desert. That means that these people probably know how to live off the land, or the sea as the case may be. The entire Mediterranean area did it as well. Were they all Danoi? Nope. So, sir, until you find more conclusive evidence then please stop spouting off stupid theories of yours.
There were other things about that particular program that angered me, but that'll have to not be mentioned. Mainly because I don't remember them. The next show, though, was on Wild West Technology: Execution. It detailed the various forms and stories behind the styles of execution back in the American frontier days. While this program spent what I thought to be too much time on the hangman's scenarios (45 minutes out of the hour), it was overall an interesting show. The show on Witches that followed afterwards was quite entertaining as well, as it went all the way from the origins of Wicca to the Inquisition. From there it went to the obvious Salem Witch Trials and then on into an explanation about the current Wiccan movement. Rather interesting.
After this I drifted off into a restless sleep. Seeing as how thunderstorms have been rolling through during the last forty-eight hours it has been pretty much off and on for sleeping throughout the entire household. I got to sleep until a little after five, when, for the second time this week, I was woken up by a small child (the first being Justin being plopped down upon me while sleeping...I totally thought it was Brenden until I let him fall next to me and realized that he wasn't making a sound as well as was rather small to be Brenden).
So, after waking up I groggily answered people's texts and waited for my chance to return to sleep. I went to sleep about nine, woke up about two this morning, and have been up ever since. Me and Grandma went to McDonalds and grabbed some cokes (I was really thirsty for some caffeine) and then we went to WhataBurger for a sandwich. What've I been doing all night since then? Researching various topics as they come to my fancy. I don't particularly remember any of them in particular, but that's what eight in the morning does for you.
Anyways, I'm going to go to sleep. Dad's concert is tonight, and I'm really excited to see Sandra Dee and Steve McGranahan (The World's Strongest Redneck...and World's Strongest Preacher, coincidentally) since I haven't seen them in the past few years. I'm also excited that hopefully we'll eat at the truck stop again and I'll get to have a conversation with Dad, Debbie, and a few others that I haven't gotten to have extensive conversations with in a while. I have no clue who's going to be there.
Audios. This is the end of the first post. From here on out, we're lifting off into the unknown, the unseen, and the unforgettable.
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