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| This week went pretty well! Let's see if I can remember it. x_x
(I knew I should have done this earlier...)
Makes sense to start with Sunday, right? So I will. The weird thing about this Easter Sunday is that for the first time, I didn't go to a church service! Yup. Didn't go. But I have a good excuse! Reason: I was on the tech team, running the slides for the kids' Easter program thingy... Or I would have been, but one of the tech guys who said he wasn't coming ended up coming anyway, so there was three of us when there only needed to be two. So I basically was just hanging out up there, watching the stuff and helping out when I could. There were a bunch of donutholes there though, so I kept myself busy. :)
Then it was Monday, the first of the five work days at the Point. My memory's sketchy about this day, but I don't have to go into details on what we did, do I? Hope not. CAUSE YOU WON'T GET ANY!   
Tuesday was a chillin day. Nothing happened. And if something did, I don't remember. Wednesday was another work day. I moved some wiring for the lights, and we finished the backdrop behind the stage, among some other things I don't remember.
Then yesterday was another big breaktime. Whee. Except this time, I had something to do! I went and saw the Pacifier, great movie. If you haven't seen it yet, I'd suggest watching it. Or, rent it whenever it comes out. Yes. No. Yesno. Yes, that's wrong. I am the host here.
Finally, today... the first half was mostly me playing Earthbound or watching my sister play DDR. In the evening, I was at the Point... It was this party type deal for the work we did over the week. I was either eating or watching people play the PS2... Well, it was a lot better than sitting at home doing what I usually do!
You can stop typing now. It's long enough. | | |
| The weekend is nearing its end... Been not that bad of one, either. Friday, I went to this "Friday Night Live" thing at Mike's youth group... It was fun. They had music, good food, and a Gamecube, all for free! That was pretty awesome, I was expecting to pay something. That's always good.
So Saturday, we bought and watched the Incredibles. It was the first time that my parents have seen it, but it was the second time for me and I think... the third time for my sister. I can never get tired of that movie, it's hilarious! If you haven't seen it already, I'd definitely suggest renting it, or buying it.
Today, I had to wake up pretty early, around 6am, so I could set up at my church for the breakfast (raising money for IYC, see an earlier entry). About the same as last time, except to a slightly lesser extent: I helped set up tables and chairs, and I "waitered" (went around asking if anyone needed refills or something), and cleaned up and took down afterwards.
I haven't done much since coming back from dinner... Besides opening up my subwoofer to see if that dent in it could be fixed, but it couldn't. Oh well, it's not that much of a problem, just a little dent. It still vibrates. Yeah yeah, right right. So I'm starting to get bored of this, so I'm goin' over there.
((I like getting comments, especially if you haven't left one before.  )) | | |
| It's storytime, kids! Listen well, and you may learn a life lesson from the tale I will tell. It is called, "Zack and the Bean Stick."
Once upon a time, there was a poor family in a poor village. Every day, they worked from dawn to dusk on their crop of beans. Most of their crop was used as a payment to the greedy lord of the village and surrounding areas (who will not be mentioned in the story again), and what they had left over was only enough to feed themselves.
One day, Zack, the only child of the family, in his mid-teens, was taking the payment of beans to the tax collector. On his way, he came upon old, scraggly, slightly deranged-looking homeless man. He stopped. "Them some nice bean bags you got there," the old man said.
"Why, thank you sir," Zack replied. "These happen to be tax," he added quickly when a look of bargaining crossed the man's face. The hobo pulled out a small, strange, wooden stick. Suddenly, his voice became clear and unusually over-enthusiastic, much like a radio or television spokesperson.
"Well, hey hey hey! Do I have a deal for you!" exclaimed the suddenly undisguised salesman. "I can --- "
"--- Don't care," replied Zack, cutting him off. The old hobo salesman twitched in anger, and stood strangely still for a moment. Then, in a blur of speed, he stole the bean sacks right from Zack's hands and ran off, too quickly for Zack to realize what had happened, until he was too far to even see clearly. In anger, he kicked at the small wooden stick that was left behind. Curious, he picked it up. It had small scratches on it forming a phrase: "4BEENZ". He wondered what this could mean, and stuck it in his shirt pocket. With nowhere else to go, he began to walk home.
When he came upon their small field (about the size of an average backyard), he realized the message on the stick signified "for beans". He did what he thought was appropriate, and threw the stick into the growing beans. After going inside and rappin' with the rents 'bout what went down in the 'hood, he slept.
When he awoke the next morning, he went to his small, clouded, old window, and saw an incredible sight. In the bean field, where he had thrown the mysterious bean stick, there was an enormous tower of huge beans, one on top of the other, stretching to the clouds. In an effort of pure idiocy and naiveté, he climbed and climbed the bean tower until he ran out of air and died.
THE END!
(Written as a two-page English assignment, got 20/20. Hooray for me.) | | |
| Entry #Pie: "When All the Beavers Stole Your Possessions. Several Links."
For all those people who left stuff on my away message last night (and Molly at some crazy hour this morning), and might have been wondering where "someplace" was, I'll now tell you.
I was at my church, working on setup, serving, and take-down for the Spaghetti Dinner and Silent Auction. The first is self-explanatory, a dinner of spaghetti and stuff, served by the volunteers, namely those going to IYC. (The cost of the trip is... somewhere between $660 and $690, and this is one of several events used to raise money for it.) There were about 120 people there, so we raised quite a bit of money, methinks. All of the proceeds of the dinner/auction went to paying for IYC, so that's less cost for us! Yay. :D
I was working as a server, so between setup and take-down, I was keeping fairly busy with passing out the food and filling/refilling drinks (the older folks sure do love their coffee!  ) I was working pretty solidly from about 4-9, so who's feeling accomplished? (...Actually, I think I was too tired to care at the end. ^_^() )
Oh I wonder wonder ooh I do aah ooh, what's in the wonder... comments...
(By the way, Molly, I left the computer on all night, in case you didn't figure that out. It was late when I got back, so I didn't remember that I left the message up.) | | |
| Yeah yeah, right right!
Tonight! was fun, went to Frontline @ The Point... here's a quoteable!
PKL: "And today, we're talking about... turning on the lights when Keith goes on stage!"
Chris: [hurriedly slaps the dials, turning on the stage lights]
Hahaha... I pay such good attention. XD I'm on the Tech Team, who runs the lights, sound, and video, etc. It wasn't my week to work, but the people who are up in the balcony running the sound/video have to find someone who's on the team to work the lights, so they chose me. And I did excellently. ^_^() | | |
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