TriCksy 2:55 PM

I have discovered that there would be sorrow if I would discontinue blogging. But for those who did not understand my babblings, here's the summary: I will continue blogging. (YAY!!) Now go and do something creative.

PCP Camp 9:43 PM

Now, on to explain what's been taking my time this weekend. We (the teens in this area) had a camp. First of all, I'd like to thank Jeremiah and Mercy for hosting us, Ellen for the classes, Francois for the inspiration, and all the rest of the adults who put in their minds and time to make this camp a reality. Cheers. On with the account:

(Let's just skip the breakfast, rushing around to find that important piece of paraphernalia, and loading the car, and blah blah blah)...Now the scene changes and we're coasting along in the van and JJ and I are irritating Michelle and my sister. After I get bored with that, I take up a pastime of examining cloud clusters and singing loudly. After we stop by at Sonya's place to pick her up (I want to have a room like hers) we proceed to find our way to the site where the camp was to happen. By now the sky is getting dark, and creepy shadows are stalking our van. To make matters worse, we are lost in the forested mountains. But by some miracle, we found our way back to the town, and Sonya tried to phone the home. Since it was April's Fools Day, the adults probably thought the phone calls were pranks (I, *sniff* didn't get to play a prank on anyone. I had forgotten it was April Fools). They finally answered the phone, and an escort was to be sent to us. By now my bottom was VERY square, from sitting in the car for four or five hours, so I decided to steal a ride in a shopping cart (we were waiting in an IGA) powered by Angelique. When the time came to leave, I eagerly jumped of the cart, only to find that gravity wasn't on my side, resulting in a slighty bloody and bruised knee. (Rom 8:28: I was able to get 1 minute of attention from Sonya.) So after arriving and engaging in warm greetings, and wolfing down my food, it was class time. We had classes on several topics throughout the camp, all inspiring and feeding. Then was...fellowship time. After that, we all retired for the night. I found myself in a room full of boys who would emit strange noises from their mouths and God knows where.

Next morning:

(Skip breakfast and the usual half-awake small talk.) The girls arrived (they slept over at another house) and the classes began in which Auntie Ellen gave a great class on spirit helpers and enthusiasm. The inspiration time was rousing, I just had to get up and sing along to "We're bananas for the Lord!". Some games followed, the lap game (or whatever it's called) was...awkward. Soon I was called upon to prepare a skit, so I didn't get to see the tournament of the "orange game". Then we all gathered to watch a class on DVD with Johny B. I found that class to be pretty stirring, it was heavy and it challenged me to do more. After...there was more games. Then we ate, and proceeded with the next class, in which two skits were preformed by yours truly and others (I can't believe they FILMED IT!! *fume*). Then more games. The bottle head bopping game was a good chance to let out my pent up frustrations, and...WHACK!! But I expect to have a good sized bump on my head, because whenever my name was called, I could only yell in defense, "My mom! My sister! The french guy!" when I was supposed to give their names. After that, I headed toward the basement to begin my four game winning streak in table soccer (a.k.a. foosball?). And after I finished my prancing around the house in Aurora's Pooh robe and bunny slippers, clutching Sonya's teddy, it was lights out. (I have a confession to make, I stayed up untill 5:30 in the morning staring at the roof, hoping that beam wouldn't break and knock me senseless.)

Next morning:

Camp ends. I say farewell, and return to my previous exisistence, hoping another camp will come along. This camp was swell. We must have another. Yesh, I miss Aurora's Pooh robe and bunny slippers...

Hobbyns.net 9:09 PM

I have just finished adding a link to Justin's blog. I thought, I might as well, since every else is...Correction. If I thought his blog was crappy, I wouldn't link to it. But it's REAL good. So I urge you (yes, you) to go check it out. All links in my link section have been approved by me. Some are REAL swell. And those that aren't that great, I'm just giving them a chance to improve. (insert silly grin here) End transmission.

Feast 2005 12:38 AM

Now for my excuse for not posting so often...We had the Feast last week. I got to enjoy discussion with the adults, take care of kids, and thrash to revolutionary inspiration songs. Although I did acquire a rather square bottom from all the sitting in on meetings, I was a happy little boy, who shared such wise suggestions as "I think it'll be a good idea if we all take our pee-pee break now." I also found that I can be rather irritable when having to wake up at 8 on a Saturday morning, but I was good and kept myself in control. Oh, and if members of my home tell you that I spent the day snarling and flashing my fangs, don't listen to them, they have a tendency to exaggerate.

My ? 12:26 AM

This post made me think. Self induced questions. About blogging. About my blog. And then suddenly I felt bad for the people who read this. They waste time. I waste my time (time is VALUABLE, why else do you think we say "spend" time, "take" time, "give" time, "use" time,...Uh? Oh yeah, you got the point.). I was thinking about bringing this blog to an end. I'll probably be moving to a place where internet isn't readily available. But then again...I like blogging. Even if I quit blogging, I think I'll still leave this blog here, for memories sake, and to take up webspace (so I'll have a reason to dislike myself). All good things must come to an end. Let us extend that time between the beginning and the end.

But..But... 9:52 PM

Yeah, so just when I found her blog, Liz decides to bring it to an abrupt end. So I madly compiled her pix and postings, just in case it POOF! disapears. I must also say goodbye to Nanye, who "ruined" her blog. It will now POOF! disappear from my link list. Saying goodbye hurts...

Shock! 6:58 PM

Yes, shock. The kind of shock that you get when you climb into the shower, turn on the water, and get a load of freezing water down your back. Why couldn't the last person who took a shower just lower the blasted switch? Anyway, I have reasons to be shocked. Why? Because today, many different things happened. First of all, I woke up at seven on a Saturday. SEVEN! Abnormal, it is. Because...my two youngest sisters were attending their last day of gymnastic classes. After I crawled out of bed, and went along sleepily munching my breakfast, my dad calls us all to see some photos of Mama and Peter. This was the first time I ever saw how they look like. Later, we all pile into the van and find ourselves at our destination...Some big gym building for students. The girls have their classes while I sit around half-asleep with three kids who "Want to climb wall!" (a big rock climbing facility in the gym. I would have liked to climbed it at well...). So I gave in to their wishes, helping them swing around merrily. I then attempted to do the same, and thought of making it to the top of the wall, but if I fell, I didn't want to die at the same time my sisters gymnastic classes where in full swing. ("UGH!! The end is near..." "Who thought of climbing that wall without full gear anyway!?") But I did manage to imitate Tarzan and Spiderman, except I added a personal touch and kicked myself in the face, and slammed into the wall a few times. People kept on entering the gym place until I felt claustrophobic. Classes and a mini-show done (interspersed with the kids' snickering comments to me, such as "Our gymnastics teachers is cute, no? *nudge*), we went out to eat breakfast at a restaurant. It was then I realized I was out for a longer period than usual (I prefer to hide in my house, so this was another first in a long time). At the restaurant I created my Smile Teddy characters, although someone ripped up my drawings (Hey, come on, the teddy with fangs was CUTE!). Marianne and her family left our house shortly after, I'm gonna miss those guys. We went to Parc Jacques Cartier, and I stood in the place that once graced a band of loony children and loudly singing adults, one who kept breaking his G string (guitar chord, you perv!). K.O.T. That camp was fun while it lasted. Coming home, another shock greets me (I'll keep THAT to myself). So...blah blah blah, a few hours pass, my cousin Pat arrives with his girlfriend (my cousin Betrand had arrived earlier), and then we call it a (strange) day. I find myself hugging teddy in the bunkbed of my former room, a perfect ending for a perfectly weird day.