When we were at Johannah's house last weekend, I set Jesse up with a xanga account (xanga, not blog, because Brittney and Justin #2 are ardent xanga-ers and would not tolerate us setting up a blog for him). He protested a little, telling us he wouldn't even write in it or anything.
Well, guess what?
Not only has Jesse written two very long posts in his xanga, he has even paid for a year long subscription so he can get all the cool features.
This is wonderful.
On Wednesday night he and Justin #2 spent like an hour making his site all spiffy and adding music and everything. His first entry was about his two girlfriends (just read it), and now he's added one about snowboarding, complete with pictures (including the one of Tyler practically hanging upside down by his board). This is a glorious day for men, as they have gained yet another testosterone-driven online journalist who is not afraid to express what he is truly feeling-- even if it is just about cars and snowboards.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Note to self
Note to self: This is Jesse's xanga address
http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=thunderalleyracer
So to all of my friends out there who want to here about my wonderful friend Jesse.... go there.
(He didn't really write all that stuff-- I set him up with xanga.)
http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=thunderalleyracer
So to all of my friends out there who want to here about my wonderful friend Jesse.... go there.
(He didn't really write all that stuff-- I set him up with xanga.)
This week's highlights
Sunday 11/18-- Sadie Hawkin's went down in the RAC (that's the Ryan Athletic Center, or simply gym for you non-CHC, CHS, or SMCC people out there). I think we all had a good time, playing silly picnic games and eating Subway and all that hooplah. But by far the most memorable experience was the three-legged race where, due to my partner's lack of knot-tying skills (didn't you say you were a cub scout, Jig?), we ended up falling on the hard wood floor, resulting in a glorious bruise on my knee, which is still a deep purple, almost black, color a week later. It's not quite as good as that bruise I got when Tyler tried to teach me to snowboard, but it's still up there (remember that, Ty? When you tried to kill me?). After Sadie's everyone was lame and went home, so I headed over to the Aubrey's to wait with Justin for the others to come home from dance lessons. When they got there, Jesse tried to teach me what they had learned, so I wouldn't look completely stupid this week, but I'm afraid I'm still a little lost. We watched The Day After Tomorrow, and it was as good as when we saw it in the theatre six months ago. (Question: is it ironic that the day after we watched The Day After Tomorrow, we found ourselves in the biggest rainstorm we've had in like forever?)
Monday 11/18-- The rains came down and the floods came up. I discovered the only times I enjoy rainy weather: when you don't have to be out in it. I was perfectly content doing homework all afternoon on Monday, solely because there wasn't anything else to do. Rainy days are good for curlng up with a blanket and a good book or movie. And, as Sonia added (and I agreed), a cute boy.
Tuesday 11/19-- Work, yuck.
Wednesday 11/20-- No work, yea! I got to go to Bible study with the CHC-ers again, and the Breuningers once again had my favoritist snack ever, popcorn, as well as my second favoritist snack ever, chips and salsa. It was a good night.
Thursday 11/21-- Work, again, but we were stocking snacks which is always the funnest, so it wasn't bad. Then off to college group, and afterwards our dance lesson, where I finally got the routine down. I'm so proud of myself. Now on to conquer the world....
Friday 11/22-- School, and then right off to work. The temporary manager was there again today (our manager's on vacation), and it's great because she doesn't quite know what our responsibilities are. So she'll come into the back and ask us to do something that's already our job, and then be extremely grateful when we agree to do it. I feel a little bad about that.... but, oh well. And since there were so many of us there last night, we finished everything early and basically got to do whatever we wanted (as long as it was productive for the store). Back to stocking snacks! After work, we went to Justin #2's house, me, Jesse, the Justins, Britt, and Johannah, and watched The Sum of all Fears (another great movie). Britt and Jo went home around midnight, but the boys and I stayed up late discussing deep theological questions. We covered such topics as predestination and foreknowledge, the disprovability factor of something that has been proven true, the Ice age theory, how cross-breeding works (Justin Aubrey broke up this conversation to say, "How the heck did we get talking about the mating systems of donkeys?"), and finally, how do scientists really know how far away a star is? Jesse thinks it's all a conspiracy.
And so that brings me here, Saturday, 11/ 23. I'm chillin' in the writing lab for five hours, two of which I've already procrastinated in doing my homework, although I did read a few pages. Guess I should get going on that. Lots of tests this week. See ya'll later.
Monday 11/18-- The rains came down and the floods came up. I discovered the only times I enjoy rainy weather: when you don't have to be out in it. I was perfectly content doing homework all afternoon on Monday, solely because there wasn't anything else to do. Rainy days are good for curlng up with a blanket and a good book or movie. And, as Sonia added (and I agreed), a cute boy.
Tuesday 11/19-- Work, yuck.
Wednesday 11/20-- No work, yea! I got to go to Bible study with the CHC-ers again, and the Breuningers once again had my favoritist snack ever, popcorn, as well as my second favoritist snack ever, chips and salsa. It was a good night.
Thursday 11/21-- Work, again, but we were stocking snacks which is always the funnest, so it wasn't bad. Then off to college group, and afterwards our dance lesson, where I finally got the routine down. I'm so proud of myself. Now on to conquer the world....
Friday 11/22-- School, and then right off to work. The temporary manager was there again today (our manager's on vacation), and it's great because she doesn't quite know what our responsibilities are. So she'll come into the back and ask us to do something that's already our job, and then be extremely grateful when we agree to do it. I feel a little bad about that.... but, oh well. And since there were so many of us there last night, we finished everything early and basically got to do whatever we wanted (as long as it was productive for the store). Back to stocking snacks! After work, we went to Justin #2's house, me, Jesse, the Justins, Britt, and Johannah, and watched The Sum of all Fears (another great movie). Britt and Jo went home around midnight, but the boys and I stayed up late discussing deep theological questions. We covered such topics as predestination and foreknowledge, the disprovability factor of something that has been proven true, the Ice age theory, how cross-breeding works (Justin Aubrey broke up this conversation to say, "How the heck did we get talking about the mating systems of donkeys?"), and finally, how do scientists really know how far away a star is? Jesse thinks it's all a conspiracy.
And so that brings me here, Saturday, 11/ 23. I'm chillin' in the writing lab for five hours, two of which I've already procrastinated in doing my homework, although I did read a few pages. Guess I should get going on that. Lots of tests this week. See ya'll later.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
FYI
Yeah, so for those of you who want to here the testosterone side of the Halloween Haunt, visit my friend Justin's site-- www.justinpaulgibson.xanga.com, or go to the Justin link on this site.
Oh, and I have recently been informed that the Who's Line game mentioned in my post is actually called the Irish Drinking Song.... yeah....
Oh, and I have recently been informed that the Who's Line game mentioned in my post is actually called the Irish Drinking Song.... yeah....
Monday, October 18, 2004
3 a.m. continued
So I left off at the point when we were tramping through the park off to my doom. Of course, I was oblivious to that fact until I saw... the monster.
Okay, okay, so I'm a wee bit dramatic. But those boys were insane if they even thought they were comparing the ride we had just been on, which didn't go two feet above the ground and actually very closely resembled the teacups at Disneyland, with this horrifying deathtrap they wanted to go on.
It went the way it normally goes at amusement parks. They downplayed how high it actually went. I witnessed how high it went and told them they were nuttier than I thought if they thought I was going with them. They said I would have fun. I said I've never had fun on a ride like that, why would it change now? They said this one was different, that I'd like it when I was on it. And once again, I succumbed to their pleading and joined them in line, telling myself I could always back out at the last second.
So I got on the darn thing. And for awhile it was okay. But then we started going, and suddenly I hated them, offficialy hated them, for doing this to me. Because they knew I would not enjoy it. Well, the Justins knew. Jesse was still a little unsure of how much I would hate it, and decided for my own good, he had to make me have fun. Well, he learned. I think his hand is still hurting, and I'm surprised I didn't break it with how hard I was squeezing it as we were on that STUPID DEVILISH MONSTROSITY. My hand hurt afterward.
Aside from my brush with death, the night was very fun. We watched the "hanging" and the fun show that goes along with it, where basically every big celebrity, singer, or politician over the year is mocked and thrown off the stage, by each other. The greatest thing was Bush kicking Kerry's butt.
I do have one complaint. In the years before, they've always had guys wearing "greased up knee and elbow pads" who basically go running and sliding all over the place. They are my favorite part of the Halloween Haunt, but I only saw two of them the entire night! The place used to be crawling with them! I was severely disappointed....
We left at two, when the park closed, but we didn't actually get out of the county for another forty-five minutes. We stopped at four different gas stations before we finally found one that didn' t have an out of order sign on the bathrooom door.
I was dead by the time we finally got going home and fell asleep pretty quckly, but the guys, somehow, were wide awake the entire way. Somewhere around three thirty I regained enough consciousness to understand that they were playing the Who's Line song game.... again. I caught my name in their little lyric a few times, too, but I wasn't awake enough to make sense of it.
And that is my Friday night adventure. Not much of one, and yeah, I was a scaredy cat through most of it, but hey, I survived, Justins. Who knows? Maybe next year I'll open my eyes for those rides.... maybe.
Okay, okay, so I'm a wee bit dramatic. But those boys were insane if they even thought they were comparing the ride we had just been on, which didn't go two feet above the ground and actually very closely resembled the teacups at Disneyland, with this horrifying deathtrap they wanted to go on.
It went the way it normally goes at amusement parks. They downplayed how high it actually went. I witnessed how high it went and told them they were nuttier than I thought if they thought I was going with them. They said I would have fun. I said I've never had fun on a ride like that, why would it change now? They said this one was different, that I'd like it when I was on it. And once again, I succumbed to their pleading and joined them in line, telling myself I could always back out at the last second.
I think I'm finally scared now You think I'm weak - but I think you're wrong I think you're already leaving Feels like your hand is on the door I thought this place was an empire But now I'm relaxed - I can't be sure
So I got on the darn thing. And for awhile it was okay. But then we started going, and suddenly I hated them, offficialy hated them, for doing this to me. Because they knew I would not enjoy it. Well, the Justins knew. Jesse was still a little unsure of how much I would hate it, and decided for my own good, he had to make me have fun. Well, he learned. I think his hand is still hurting, and I'm surprised I didn't break it with how hard I was squeezing it as we were on that STUPID DEVILISH MONSTROSITY. My hand hurt afterward.
Aside from my brush with death, the night was very fun. We watched the "hanging" and the fun show that goes along with it, where basically every big celebrity, singer, or politician over the year is mocked and thrown off the stage, by each other. The greatest thing was Bush kicking Kerry's butt.
Everywhere someone's getting over Everybody cries and sometimes You can still lose even if you really try
I do have one complaint. In the years before, they've always had guys wearing "greased up knee and elbow pads" who basically go running and sliding all over the place. They are my favorite part of the Halloween Haunt, but I only saw two of them the entire night! The place used to be crawling with them! I was severely disappointed....
We left at two, when the park closed, but we didn't actually get out of the county for another forty-five minutes. We stopped at four different gas stations before we finally found one that didn' t have an out of order sign on the bathrooom door.
Just stay all through the night And in the morning let me down Cuz that's all that I need, right now
I was dead by the time we finally got going home and fell asleep pretty quckly, but the guys, somehow, were wide awake the entire way. Somewhere around three thirty I regained enough consciousness to understand that they were playing the Who's Line song game.... again. I caught my name in their little lyric a few times, too, but I wasn't awake enough to make sense of it.
And that is my Friday night adventure. Not much of one, and yeah, I was a scaredy cat through most of it, but hey, I survived, Justins. Who knows? Maybe next year I'll open my eyes for those rides.... maybe.
It's 3am, I must be tired
I started Saturday morning in a state of complete and utter panic. No, I did not wake up in the middle of the night from a horrific nightmare; this was much worse. The panic was real. At twelve am I found myself-- against my will-- holding on for dear life to the harness holding me into the giant swinging and rotating pendulum that my wonderful friends had forced me on.
Backtrack to four-o-clock on Friday afternoon. With carefree hearts and expectant of a night of fun, Jesse, the Justins, and I met at Jesse's house for our annual October trip to Knott's Berry Farm for the park's Halloween Haunt. This is a tradition where they basically turn the park into a plethora of "scary" mazes, demonstrate a public "hanging", shoot off smoke machines everywhere, and dress their employees in less-than-comfortable monster outfits. It is wonderful, and my friends and I have made this a tradition.
We started our road trip off with a little KFC and some Matchbox 20 tunes (lyrics of which inspired above title and will be showing up in this entry for no reason other that that I like them). Of course, being a Friday afternoon heading into LA, we hit massive traffic and it took more than three hours to get there. But don't worry-- they boys kept themselves (and me) entertained by playing that song off of Who's Line.... you know the one where they make up some lyric by giving one line each and the second and fourth line have to rhyme? Yeah, they did that... for a long time.
Anyway, once there we had to wait in line for tickets for like forty-five minutes, before finally being granted access to our fright night. We went to a few of the houses before finding a ride that we all wanted to go on-- including me. See, I'm not into the whole being plummeted through the air at fifty miles an hour from two hundred feet in the air. I really, really don't like roller coasters unless they're Jordan-friendly... you can ask a Justin which one those are. So we went on this one ride (not a roller coaster) that basically whips you around, back and forth, and makes you think you're either going to hit a wall or someone else. It gave me quite a thrill. I commended the Justins for picking a ride that I actually liked, and they tell me, "Oh, well if you like that one, you'll like Revolution. Let's go!"
They tell me I'm naive, but I've discovered I'm never more naive than when I'm with them! In complete ignorance of where I was going, I followed along as we crossed to the other side of the park.
To be continued....
Backtrack to four-o-clock on Friday afternoon. With carefree hearts and expectant of a night of fun, Jesse, the Justins, and I met at Jesse's house for our annual October trip to Knott's Berry Farm for the park's Halloween Haunt. This is a tradition where they basically turn the park into a plethora of "scary" mazes, demonstrate a public "hanging", shoot off smoke machines everywhere, and dress their employees in less-than-comfortable monster outfits. It is wonderful, and my friends and I have made this a tradition.
We started our road trip off with a little KFC and some Matchbox 20 tunes (lyrics of which inspired above title and will be showing up in this entry for no reason other that that I like them). Of course, being a Friday afternoon heading into LA, we hit massive traffic and it took more than three hours to get there. But don't worry-- they boys kept themselves (and me) entertained by playing that song off of Who's Line.... you know the one where they make up some lyric by giving one line each and the second and fourth line have to rhyme? Yeah, they did that... for a long time.
Straight up, what did you hope to learn about here if I were someone else, would this all fall apart
Anyway, once there we had to wait in line for tickets for like forty-five minutes, before finally being granted access to our fright night. We went to a few of the houses before finding a ride that we all wanted to go on-- including me. See, I'm not into the whole being plummeted through the air at fifty miles an hour from two hundred feet in the air. I really, really don't like roller coasters unless they're Jordan-friendly... you can ask a Justin which one those are. So we went on this one ride (not a roller coaster) that basically whips you around, back and forth, and makes you think you're either going to hit a wall or someone else. It gave me quite a thrill. I commended the Justins for picking a ride that I actually liked, and they tell me, "Oh, well if you like that one, you'll like Revolution. Let's go!"
They tell me I'm naive, but I've discovered I'm never more naive than when I'm with them! In complete ignorance of where I was going, I followed along as we crossed to the other side of the park.
To be continued....
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Those were the days....
The Theology Papers
Part Two
Another week has come and gone. It seems like in college, days go by super fast. The semester is already almost half over. Very hard to believe. While I am anxious to finish “growing up” and getting out of college and homework, I still want to be a kid. It’s kind of scary knowing that from here on it will only be more and more responsibility, and that never again will we just be carefree kids of the past. That’s really something I struggle with. I would love to go back to the days of high school, basketball practices, and youth group, living and loving, and not really having anything to worry about. The days when we would spend our afternoons hanging out in the yearbook room (and working on the yearbook), or go to the football games after school on those beautiful California fall days, or spend the entire spring break at Justin’s house watching movies all day long. Call me nostalgic; say I live in the past, whatever. I’m telling you, those were the days. No work, no payments, but still a lot of the freedom that come with that stuff. Sometimes it seems like “growing up” doesn’t really have a lot to offer….
Part Two
Another week has come and gone. It seems like in college, days go by super fast. The semester is already almost half over. Very hard to believe. While I am anxious to finish “growing up” and getting out of college and homework, I still want to be a kid. It’s kind of scary knowing that from here on it will only be more and more responsibility, and that never again will we just be carefree kids of the past. That’s really something I struggle with. I would love to go back to the days of high school, basketball practices, and youth group, living and loving, and not really having anything to worry about. The days when we would spend our afternoons hanging out in the yearbook room (and working on the yearbook), or go to the football games after school on those beautiful California fall days, or spend the entire spring break at Justin’s house watching movies all day long. Call me nostalgic; say I live in the past, whatever. I’m telling you, those were the days. No work, no payments, but still a lot of the freedom that come with that stuff. Sometimes it seems like “growing up” doesn’t really have a lot to offer….
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