Make A Joyful Noise 10:36 PM

I've taken up guitar playing as a hobby of sorts. The first song I learned was "Sitting On a Treetop", so that I may strum ethusiastically along with the children singing, "Sitting on the potty, praising the Lord"... Next I learned "Yellow-Brick Road"(love that song, way to go Vas). I sound quite horrid, and people have a habit of closing my bedroom door while I practice... But, everyone needs good critics! I have mine(sticks his tongue out)! I'm also trying to tackle "Let's Make Love". Maybe someday you'll see my name in lights. You'll be wanting my autograph, so be niCe to me.

"Special" Agents... 7:27 PM

What a sweet witnessing day it has been. It was kinda the freeze-your-nose-off type of weather, but considering we went to an apartment building, the weather didn't matter. I paired up with Gabe as a witnessing partner, and off we went to the looming building in front of us. My dad and sisters took on another. All of the buldings had doors that wouldn't open unless you had the key or unless you phoned someone you knew there, but we managed to enter all three building we went to. Gabe would take the phone, mutter a few random hellos to himself and look busy, while we waited for someone to go out so we could sneak in. After two hours of witnessing and evading security, we got kicked from the second buliding. I bet the Old Punk(a.k.a. The Devil)was steamed, since we talked to quite a few sweet and sheepy old people(the building being apartments for old people), including a lady who had just lost her husband, and was crying while we prayed for her. We headed to the third place and had another hour of witnessing and evading security. Just as we were headed out, the manager of the building came out and told us to get out right away. He seemed pissed about something, and told us that he had just kicked my dad out. He already had phoned the police. So we just strolled around until the police caught up with us. They just gave us a warning, talked to my dad, and then left.(Tip: It pays to heed to the Lord's checks!) If I had, we wouldn't have had that small run-in with the cops. But overall, the day was kewl. It's Pizza Party time, after which we'll watch a Bible movie. niCe

Details and Rituals 6:49 PM

I think, therefore... I go crazy. I have a bizarre habit of tending to the tiniest details. I then have a hard time getting things done. Also I have my strange little rituals, which bug me, especially before bedtime...(e.g. "Look, it's 10 p.m.! Horray! I'll go to sleep early tonight!" time after rituals e.g. tooth brushing, prayer, staring outside to compare in exact detail last night's sky to the current one, etc. 12 p.m.) Very, very, very annoying... I'm such a strange child...

Yet Another Show For The Elderly 8:16 PM

Ditto. This one was quite niCe. (For anyone wondering, yes, I do sing, yes, I do preform, yes, I do make a fool out of myself, I love it, the people do too). After, we mingled with the people, to sing joyful carols. Someone dressed as Santa came around "Ho Ho Ho'ing", and giving candies. He lost his belt three times, and when he turned for his final wave his pillow-tummy was in full view. You see, there are those dream jobs... Dinner came, which consisted of sandwiches, assorted fruits and veggies, cookies, and strange mutterings. I hung around an old lady with somewhat of an attitude, hearing her tell "dirty" jokes, interrupted once for someone to ask, Nurse: "Are you being good?" Old Lady: "Yes, dammit!". The rest of the evening went on in such pleasant manner. Word around here is that we might sing for a crowd of 2,000, and appear on Radio-Canada(TV channel here). Actually, the TV crew originally came to film a 9-year-old kid who can babble in six different languages, making him a genius. I hope they stick to their original intent...

The Preformance At Sears 9:29 PM

The show came and went. It wasn't that bad. We set up a little table where people could get our material. At least we had the use of a sound system. After the show I was entrusted to take care of/chase my little cousin Miggy around. I'm TIRED. .:EDIT:. (post had a few strange elements of dubya, and I was going to mention how Miggy was blowing up ballons in the mall) The kid has WAY too much energy... .:EDIT:. Huh? We're watching Ben-Hur tonight... The Rom 8:28 here... There'll be popcorn...

Caroling, Caroling... Through the Slush and Ice... 10:27 PM

Today... We went carolling. I felt like I'd been stuffed, dunno why I thought to bring heavy clothing... The weather wasn't THAT bad... Our first glorious attempt landed us in front of "Heidi's Cottage"(a little sign named the place). Only a closed door greeted us. The occupants were either indifferent or just not present. I guess that was a good thing, since I was laughing so hard I couldn't sing. I forget why, maybe it was the irony of the situation... Second place. A lady answered the door and told us her husband was sick. The latter attempts were more pleasant. At one time, a man invited us in and gave us something to drink, and gave a brief history of North Hatley. A man from Saudi Arabia once owned the whole town... His name was Saad... Gumball, Gerber, G something... And I had no idea that people like the Prime Minister of the state of Quebec (Jean Chretien), the founder of the Jean Coutou (or however it's spelled), and the heir of Goodyear lived across the lake... Well... I'm off to get my sleep fix. Show at Sears tomorrow. I pray all goes well.

A New Hobby? 1:53 PM

A few days ago I went out DTD with Gabe, and there was an old lady who invited us in. Her husband proudly showed us what looked like a giant silver ball. Gabe couldn't even pick it up. Turns out it was aluminum foil, from cigarette cartons, and he was working on it since '89... Should explain why he is dying of cancer... He got the silver ball featured in a local newspaper. And he could use a change of hobbies... The Renewal is over. I learned a lot during that time. System entertainment isn't as appealing as it was pre-Renewal.