Look At My Foot 10:58 PM

It feels great to be back home.

But I kinda miss camping out.

Yeah.

It seems like the pain is affecting my brain (beware my subtle rhymes). I got this icky infection in my foot. I awoke this morning all cheerful and happy, but a simple bounce off my bunkbed changed that.

Is it just me, or is one foot slightly larger than the other?

I reach for my glasses and find my suspicions confirmed. It seems like my foot is puffy and red with puss. At the breakfast table, my dad says he knows a cure. A basin of hot water with salt.

"Yeah, ok."

I gingerly dipped my toe in, and then the rest of my foot followed, naturally.

Which brings me to the subject of pain. I hadn't had a good zap like that since...I don't know. I controlled myself pretty well, though, I wasn't about to give my neighbors the pleasure of hearing my bloodcurling scream.

I had to limp here to write this.

I must be very arrogant. As if the world wants to know about my toe. Maybe I just want some sympathy. No, better yet, prayers. It's not that bad, it's just very irritating.

Literally.

I think I know now why the number of visitors per day has dropped.

I'm fortunate to get 10 visits per day!

I'm gleefully reveling in the anonymousness.

I'm too raw for y'all.

I'm.

"I say, look at my foot!!"

No, let's talk about you.

Happy 3rd Birthday MO! 10:25 PM

Yesterday was my adorable youngest brother's birthday. I can't believe he's three already, I look at him and wish he could stay young forever.

These golden memories of his childhood will always be with me. Happy Birthday Montel Orion!

Inspirational 11:24 PM

I realize that most other fellow bloggers have some regular inspirational Word quotes to post.

I'm feeling left out.

Just imagine me crying.

Hold that thought.

Pathetic.

Well, I do have one quote. From a little calendar that I believe everyone should own. A "Mottos For Success". It's quite an amazing little thing, it seems to always be just what I needed for my day. And today, thinking along the lines of friendship, I flipped my calendar page and found this little saying:

A deep friendship is like a rainbow. When the perfect amounts of happiness and tears are mixed, the result is a colorful bridge between two hearts.

Simple, effective, and sweet.

Tripping 6:30 PM

I wrote up a post but I lost it all.
All thanks to my cousins' keyboard. And now I remember very little of what I was going to write. So I won't expect this to be in chronological order, or include everything fun I did.

But this trip sure had it's moments.

First of all, we drove. And drove. And drove.

Thankfully, Sebby had the "At All Costs" album.
I want to shout out to the guys from The Sealed band, great music, I've headbanged to your album several thousand times and will continue to do so.

Our camping spot was a niCe little grassy area near a river. Sebby and I jumped right into exploring our new surroundings. We found a fridge with rotting delights and discovered that the water smelled like rotten eggs, which led to strange speculations.

But nevermind that.

Man, I wish I had pictures of the tent setup.

Dad: "I think this goes here."

Me: *glancing up from my copy of "Camping For Dummies"* "Huh?"

We didn't do so bad, considering it was my first time camping out.
Later our teenage neighbors invited Sebby and I to their campfire to make conversation. No sooner they discovered that Sebby played the guitar, they wanted us to "sing" for them.

But we got back at them alright.

We serenaded them with our French-English version of "Quacky the Duck", and then "Pet Shop". Sebby did guitar and lead vocals for the first song, and I just sang in the background. Then we simply switched for the next song. It was the first time I sang and played guitar in public.

They loved us.

Next morning our neighbors challenged us to a little game of volleyball. I used to play a bit in Mexico, so Sebby and I accepted the challenge. It was a good game, since we ended up winning. No, my dad didn't help us, and we didn't cheat or anything.

Not really.

The busking in Quebec city went well. Sadly enough, I didn't get to play. Nathalie, dear girl, broke the D string of my guitar. I owe her. So I got to pass out tracts and observe our group. And we also just basically toured Quebec city. The Lord then supplied a free meal for our entire team, and we got to go to the theater and see "The Fantastic Four". Not a bad movie, but in my opinion, the script was kinda corny and the story could've developed better.

And we went to the ZOOOOO! To yook at the manimals.
I thought it was totally UNFAIR that I should get a blue wristband and not a pink one like my younger brother. Anyway, included below are some photos of our visit:
A very cool polar bear just chilling. A deer that came close. Danny and some lemurs. My dad used to visit this place as a child. 30+ years and seven kids later, there's his oldest son.

And when we weren't out in Quebec, we were back at the campground terrorizing our neighbors. Some of the fun things I did were: Run around in the dark forest area, scream and sing silly songs in the rain (I would have erected a metal pole in honor of the lightning show, but Sebby didn't let me), walk around a graveyard and then scream, "Lord, send a revival!!". Yeah, those are some of the fun (stupid?) things I did. There's more (waaaaay more) but, yeah, let's keep that confidential... "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?"

Oh. The "art".

You see, when you see a lawn chair, an armchair, and a red square in a white square all in their little pedestals and frames, with the title "art" and some dumb ass "deep" explanation by the "artist", you get a good giggle fit. I preferred the giant badly painted wall, or the dead animal and random objects spray-can painted silhouettes. Or the TV screen with the wiggling line emitting strange noises.

I'll expound on the al fresco thing.

Doing dishes there was a wonderful and new experience. "Normal commodities are much more appreciated when they are gone." That thought ran through my head while I scurried around at five o' clock A.M., trying to close the tent flaps that were letting in the pouring rain.

I greatly enjoyed the camping trip.

Ug. I'm done.

Banner 8:50 PM

I made a new banner for this site.



Tell me what you think of it.

PTL! 5:22 PM

You see, the reason we had to return was because the fan of our van (subtle rhyme) wasn't working properly. Something to do with the plug.

But we found a new plug.

And now the fan still isn't working.

PTL anyway, it'll get fixed soon.

I hope.

And pray.

Delay 8:03 PM

After a good hour and a half (give or take) of driving around in the van with my siblings, going stir crazy, and having to put up with their idea of "humor", I find myself blogging this.

Yeah, that, and rained like...very bad today. I haven't seen the likes of it since I came here.
And Sebby tells me it rains like that all the time over at his place.

But that's not all he told me.

According to him, blogging is for losers. I know I'm a loser, but I wouldn't want to pin that title on others.

Since I know some really COOL bloggers.

Here is a game for REAL losers. Cutting off the oxygen supply to the brain to achieve a type of high.

Real smart.

My condolences to the parents of the kid though. He probably didn't even know what he was doing.

I rate this game along with such games as "The-Swordfight-With-Machetes" game, or the "Jump-Off-A-Three-Story-Building-And-See-If-I-Don't-Get-Hurt" game.

Sebby: "Lawn darts?"

Final Farewell 3:18 PM

I have good news.



I'll be leaving on El Trip in...10 minutes or so.



With my friends and family, and the wonderful kids known as Sebby and Nats.



EEK.



I thought to post a decent farewell, so,



"SOOOOOOOO LOOOOONG, FAREWEEEEEL, AUFWIEDERSEN, ADIEU!"



I'll be gone for a long period of seven days or a fortnight.



Wish me well.



Adieu.

El Trip 4:14 PM

I'm going on a road trip.

This basically means I won't be blogging for a while.

But I'll bring my little notepad and try to make time to scribble in it, thus resulting in some posts about my trip. Philip and Sunshine and Co. will be making this trip with us, I should turn out to be interesting.

Past few days have been busy with music practice, meals, very little JJT, and sleep.

But you don't care about that.

So say bye bye, I will.

Bye bye.

Canada Day 2005 7:22 PM

Oh, Canada!

Yeah, whatever.

Since I'm not of this world, I don't care much for patriotism.

But Canada is a swell place.

And so was it's day.

Since I can't remember EVERYTHING, I'll just give you a basic picture.

I remember clowns.

Right, that was us. We made balloons for happy, jumping, squealing little children. And some adults. I even caught a runaway helium balloon, but I gave it away to a kid. I planned to make funny voices with that helium. Oh, well. Other things we did that day were speak with a guy who was into politics, and hide from rain under a stage-with-a-roof place, along with a big group of people.

I did mention I was somewhat ochlophobic, right?

After that the "Dog's Teeth" band came along and stole our audience, but we didn't mind, we needed a diversion to get away.
We then returned home, dressed as humans, and drove to the park with the rest of our family.

And we got to attend a concert.

A singer by the name of Marie Chantal Toupin (or something like that) was doing a concert, so we joined in on the hoopla. My mom then got the great idea to give Marie a tract. So I accepted the mission and snuck through the crowds, trailblazing a path for my father to follow.

Security looked harmless.

So my dad crossed my brave little sister, Jeanne D'arc, over the fence and she boldly stuck the tract into Marie's hand, who smiled her thanks and stuck the tract into her pocket.

Mission accomplished.

I just hung around, yelled myself hoarse, waved my hands in the air and caught a smile from Marie.

I even put Jeanne on my shoulders and told her to look enthusiastic and concert like.

Which cut the circulation in my arms and gave me one heck of a cramp later.

All major thrill points.

The drums, bass, and electric guitar weren't half bad.
They did some pretty cool solos.

And left me half deaf.

I love kids.
Especially those who climb up on stage, give the singer too much love and threaten to end the concert.
There were present at Marie's concert. A little gang of them surrounded her and made such a pretty picture.

The fireworks started a little too soon, I hate having to squish through crowds of drunk people.

The rain right after ended Canada Day in style.

Which is more than I can say for this post.