Life Learnin'

Tonight I went to a party with a cotton candy machine.

Tonight I ate cotton candy with a hot dog as a stick.

It was so much fun!

Cotton Candy machine, Bouncy Castle (did a backflip), and an improv game of what we called 'awesome ball'. Using chairs as a net, a beachball that is to big for me to even hug, and roughly volleyball style rules we played for a good 30 min. in the rain. Plus before I left and said my goodbyes I got drawn on by my friend. She did a pretty good job.

It might sound like a kids birthday party but it wasn't, it was a grad party. But with just a little child-like wonder Adults can have all kinds of fun that doesn't include sitting and gorging on food, or napping the day away.

If I try and model Jesus in my life, it means I get to go party with the people who don't go to church. Which means I get to go to the parties where people know what it means to rejoice!

I Love my friends, so does Jesus, which makes it so much better.

They're past the side hug. We are verbal about telling each other how much we appreciate each other and we do it often. There is so much 'church folk' can learn.

Broad Strokes

If Acts ch 2 shows us how the early church functioned,

the Epistles show us how it dysfunctioned. -Me

Why I love Ski School

We had our end of season employee party last night. I've always said instructors are just smart people. Trying to explain away how they all have other really cool jobs. Over breakfast I was reflecting instead on the variety of conversations I had last night. Remodeling, summer plans, riding the mechanical bull, catching up on the goings on of our friends. Later it got deep. I began talking to a variety of people about the electron pathway of mitochondria, the relative size of protons and animal cells, determinism, philosophical equations, the origin of ethics, trisomy, and the force. This is the only group of people I know that can talk so throughly about such variety. That is why I love ski school.

Update

As I've said before this is the bad blog. Which conveniently allows me to not update for long periods of time! But winter is over which usually means I have more time on my hands to do things like this.

Tuesday I went to class. I got really excited and distracted in Bio to head to Stowe for the end of year AASI exam. Then I went to World History, tuesday she had the "white guilt" up to 11. We got to talk about all the pre WW2 genocide around the world. It was awesome... So then I was so upset after class that I just skipped lab and rode up to Vermont. It was totally awesome I recommend it to everyone.

Must finish paper...

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Musical Nicotine

Alright I am proclaiming to the world, when I hear Ke$ha I like the songs. At least that is what it seems like. Her songs are addicting. But then I step back, and listen to them. The words are stupid, the message is demeaning and corrupting. In truth it doesn't even take in to account that musically it isn't really music. It's sorta talk singing, and not the Johnny Cash or Bob Dylan kind either. They got away with it because they wrote songs about something. Ke$ha on the other hand, it's like marketed idiocy. For awhile I thought that she might be a very clever person who just knows how to entertain, like Zach Galifinakas (his last name doesn't need to be spelled correctly because most people can't pronounce it anyway). But I think I was disproven today. I was looking on my ping! account and saw her video announcement about the new album. It was awkward and a dumb, clever entertainers will do the same thing but it lacked that element where you knew it was pretend dumb. As I watched I thought "dumber than Jessica Simpson." Harsh I know but the music industry is finally getting to white kids, 'make them dumb enough to buy whatever fodder we give them.'

It's like nicotine, I know cigarettes are bad for me but oh man I like it so there!

Warning: Sweatpants

It is a well known scientific fact that sweatpants will cause any individual to become fat. And by well known I mean made up. But consider this. When wearing sweats for long periods of time, say weeks or months. One does not take notice of their ever expanding waistline. The traditional non elastic waistband reminds victims of the gain they are experiencing as the buttons scream under the mounting strain. But each day of the sweats is like a day with no means of measurement. the response is "they are so comfy" which is true and they continue to become more comfortable as individuals are less and less capable of fitting in their old pants. When it is all said and done tragedy has struck, and figures have been destroyed.

Save yourself and your friends! Friends don't let friends wear sweats.