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I've never really gone camping or otherwise gone out into the great outdoors. The only time that barely comes close is one time I went on a church Core trip. It wasn't even my regular church but it was the only one that fit with our schedule. They had some group stuff that was not overall bad. But it can be intimidating sometimes being part of a group who know each other when you don't know many yourself. It was a little teeny bit scary being away from home. Even it was just for a few days. I especially can remember when this girl Jennifer dressed up as big foot to scare everybody. That was memorable. I'm glad to say I went and got a bit closer to my spirituality. There's not too much I can say for the outdoors other than I really don't see myself as ever being the outdoors type. But I applaud people who are. I just can't say that will ever be me. |
I was on way to visit a friend when this man walked into the elevator with his dog. His big, friendly, overly curious White Mountain dog. He was headed to the 11th floor while my friend was on the sixth. While we waited, the dog kept trying to investigate underneath my dress. {It was becoming increasingly obvious it was a he.} Finally the man’s floor came up and he and ‘’Scooter’’ {Scooter?} got off. It wasn’t until I noticed a large black leather briefcase that was left in the corner. It had to be his since I hadn’t brought it on. I hurriedly pushed the elevator button again and grabbed the briefcase and hurried after them. They hadn’t left my line of sight so I was able to catch up with them. The man was trying to open the door to his room when I reached them. The dog was excited to see me and again as I approached the man with his briefcase. ‘’Sir, I think this is yours’’. He turned noticing, ‘’Hm, oh, thank you.’’ We made the handoff while the dog did excited circles. They entered their room and I headed back to the elevator. I made it to my original destination and told my friend Denise about my encounter. She laughed and said ‘’Oh, that’s my accountant.’’ It is indeed a small world after all. |
| I know I've changed since middle school. It's a little here and there over the years that I've been improving on. I think we're always changing in some way or other. Some differences or felt more than others. If we can take away something all the time we fail, then that gives us all the better chance to change it. It's not easy and something you have to really want to improve on before any real impact is felt. I can't say whether I've changed for the better in all that time. But I like to think I'm heading in the right direction, if I just keep one foot in front of the other. |
| I'm not really a party person. I've been to weddings though if that counts. The only thing that I think fits in with this is the only retreat I went on with a nearby church in 11th grade. It was getting near the end I want to say and Jennifer decided to be funny and wear a big foot mask. It was a bit weird and funny more than anything else. We danced a bit on/close to the night before we were to go back. We got letters from home and it was nice.The dancing was maybe a song{probably singular} I kind of shifted to. Otherwise, I was just standing awkwardly hoping to go to bed. This retreat was in the woods and yeah, didn't want to go back in the dark by my lonesome. We had a good time, but it was like geez, can I go to bed now, I'd like to sleep sometime this year. I also told my parents about the girl with the yeti mask. She broke the door in the process so we had to go out the back. Way to go,Jen! We're just visiting for the retreat and you cost somebody money! It's funny b/c my family went out to eat that night/soon after the retreat and I think I saw her there with her family. I was curious if she'd told her parents about her little stunt. Probably not, but it leaves something to remember. |
| Dinner and dancing! It's our next-to-last night on the ship, and the Captain wants it to be special. What's on the menu? What kind of music is playing? Is it a band? A DJ? A monkey? Grab your partner (or your friends) and show us your moves! What moves? I don't think I possess any to boast about. I can move my body around I guess. It would probably look like bad dancing from some old movie, though. I can't tell what music's playing but it's loud from where I'm standing. I haven't noticed anyone else yet, but I'm sure they're around somewhere. So far I've consumed some wonderful grilled salmon and a shameful amount of cookies. Because really,why not? They've really outdone themselves with the decorations. The music's starting up again and oh- the monkey's hoarding all the fruit. Well, I'm off to get some pink lemonade now before it's gone. Maybe I'll try to dance a bit after all. It is almost the end of the week. I can make a good attempt at anyway. |
| It’s hard picking favorites, at least for me it is. I’d have to say one of my favorites is Tim Hawkins. He’s really funny, if a bit weird. Another comedian I’ve seen a bit of is John Chris {?}, he can be more of the tough love sort. I think I could use some looking at where I am this semester. Nothing too harsh because I might run crying off the stage and that’s bad. {Math has reduced me to tears on some occasions.} I got a massage at campus, I don’t need to say I needed that. I would never be able to be a comedian, I think fairly quickly it would get awkward b/c I’m trying too hard. I don’t know how it would go. Maybe it would deal with procrastination or something. A little skit to relieve tension from finals at least. I could appreciate the attempt anyways. I think this will prove really interesting. I can’t wait to see how this progresses. |
| I'm cool with being the cheerleader. I used to get really nervous playing piano on stage. I never ''got over/used to it'' like I was supposed to. It's different when you're one voice in a full choir. Totally different flying solo. I'm not 100% but I would say I could probably sing in front of people easier than that. {With some reassurance if I flopped I wouldn't be totally humiliated.} But if I'm really feeling it I just may go up there and sing ''Jar of hearts'' by Christina Peri. Something feasible within my vocal range you know? That's my contribution to the ''talent'' in this production. |
The music was a bit louder than expected when I first walked in. They were really jazzing it up while I explored. Stayed away from the card games because I didn't want to lose everything before trying a chance at something. I mostly had a go at some slot machines. I made my way to the buffet line next. Even managing to grab myself a Shirley temple in the bargain. Heading back towards the stage area, I ran into Melissa. She does underwater dancing Mondays and Fridays. While we started chatting, I thought I saw a furry blur in a blonde wig. Looking on stage, saw our resident trouble maker trying to snatch an instrument from one of the band members. Security got called in and I booked it out of there. Melissa led me to where she does her underwater jamming and asked if I'd like to give it a go. What the heck? |
| Going back in time, just about anything has the potential to go wrong. In the early morning and the evening is when a lot of car accidents occur, I don't see why it wouldn't be the same on a magical ship that leaps through time. Maybe the person at the wheel nodded off and that's when we got off course and wound stuck back in time. You're tired, you're not at your best,so your brain is not working properly. Maybe when we went off course it fouled up the ship's steering/navigational compass/apparatus,etc. and set things into motion. That of course screws with the time skipping and sent us through various time zones along the way. A hole got ripped in the time/space continuum and dumped us in England's past. So being able to replicate what got coordinates got the ship off course, would cause it to send us back the way we came. Maybe even repair the ship by magic while we're at it. It is a magical ship after all. |
| There's just so much to see and do and not enough time. I really don't know how to decide. I hope this counts and if not, oh well. {Hoping this falls within the time frame.} My dad's Lutheran and we call him a rebel b/c of Martin Luther. Since we're back in time anyways, I'd think about meeting the man willing to confront the Catholic church on things that needed to change. They wouldn't agree with him till long after he was gone but still. The fact that he was willing to do that,especially considering how the religion in England changed periodically depending who was sitting on the throne at the time. It would be interesting. Meeting the man who started the faith my dad shares sounds real ''radical.'' Since a lot of the time the church had so much power, people didn't want to get on its bad side. I could see finding him and having a chat to see how he was bringing about reform to religion. We can be rebels together. I know that somewhere down the line I have ancestors who were French Huguenots. Maybe if I could find them I can get a look at family history first hand.{I know it's probably pushing it, but wince it's actually possible,why not?} |
| You know for the time period we're in, there are still little tikes working in factories because child labor laws don't exist yet. I swear if I see another baby with missing limbs, I will be nauseous. So I'm in one of the churches strewn throughout the countryside. I attempted to correct the grammar of young ''toby'' is his name, and a Ms. Stone nabbed me. She helps the people less fortunate learn to read. Of course, her reading material is ''the good book, because really child what else do you need?'' I wisely kept my tongue quiet. One of the older girls that helps the little ones snuck me a children's book.The younger ones were quite chatty and asked lots of questions. The real little ones wandered around making noise. Jean, the girl from the country is joining our little group. She's a quick study at least. We've gotten to know where she can recognize her name and can sound it out. Writing may be fun since mine isn't that great to begin with. Oh my, I think one of the younger ones dumped roly-polies on his sister's head and she's wailing up a storm. Maybe if I can find Ms. Stone she can help us calm these younguns down. |
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