Tonight I experienced my silliest and most pointless assignment ever. I drove all the way down town, a trip which Jessie was so kind as to drive with me downtown, only to discover that the trip was futile. The book that was supposedly the only place I could obtain the answer to a specific question could have been found online! Exactly where all of the other information could be found! Basically I just drove down there to get the librarian's signature...how silly. I will say the trip was worth it for the following reason:
"Thus, in particular cases neither the use of an irrigation pump in its normal operation, a stationary concrete mixer of standard construction, a revolving door used for ingress and egress to a building, nor the use of a 'smurfmobile' (plastic tricycle) by a one-year-old child, were considered to constitute use of a dangerous intrumentality." Courtesy of the American Jurisprudence Encyclopedia
[Listening to: Ocean - Ten Shekel Shirt - Much (03:58)]
There's a million things I could say right now. A million words I could come up with to try to explain "The Passion of the Christ." It's just not gonna work though. I could try to explain what I felt in words: shame, sadness, despair, relief, joy...they all just seem so plain and ordinary. They just don't work, those words. I could try to explain how violent it was...what it looked like when he was whipped, or when the nails pierced his body. I could try to do a lot of things right now. I could probably try a week from now too and still not be able to tell you what it's like. I could probably even try 5 years from now, and still not have words. I could tell those of you that are afraid of violence and blood not to see this movie, but I'd feel like I was keeping you from something you absolutely have to see. I don't really care what you're afraid of, your own sin, blood, violence, Chrisitanity, anti-semitism, whatever, you need to see this movie. End of story.
[Listening to: Cheer Up - Ten Shekel Shirt - Risk (03:29)]
Okay. So, it isn't REALLY WINDSday because, well, it wasn't really blustery today. But, Winnie the Pooh is cool and I like sayings WINDSday so...spttthhh!! :oP
So today marks the beginning of Lent. The cool part about Lent is that it gives me that extra push to in many ways, get rid of the stuff that God's been telling me to get rid of for a while now. Mostly, God's been telling me to quit with the computer games. I know what a lot of you are thinking or doing right now. "GASP! Computer games?!?! Those CAN'T be sinful! There's no way God would tell you to get rid of those!" Well, He did. And He has been for a while now. And perhaps I can shed some light as to WHY.
Number one reason: Computer games take up WAY to much of my time! Today, for example, instead of playing computer games between classes I did, gasp, MY SCHOOLWORK! I am almost done with my assignment due on Friday and I finished my Italian assignment that's due tomorrow. Italian consists of a lab workbork I have to complete and turn in the day of a test. Usually, I work on it the day of a test because Italian is the my last class of the day and I have plenty of time between class to take care of it. This time, though, I am done! Before I even have to get up for my other classes tomorrow! It's awesome! Plus, I have time to read books, read the Bible, pray, and other fun things. Perhaps this giving up of computer games will be the best thing for me ever, especially since I definitely need to bring my grades up a little bit in some of my classes. So all you people who have been semi-angry with me lately because I never do my school work and still manage to be doing alright in my classes, don't be angry anymore! I'm actually working for my grades now!
So tonight the drama team plus Jessie is going to go see "The Passion of Christ." I'm pretty excited, but nervous at the same time. Excited that I'm going to see a powerful piece that might finally demonstrate to me what Jesus actually went through for me...nervous because I know how violent it's going to be. I'm so thankful I'm going with the drama team and Jessie to see this though. Besides Craig, I could think of few other people I'd like to see this with. I know that we'll all appreciate it for what it has to show. Plus, I think they'll be great moral support if the whole thing is too much to handle.
Plans for a week trip in Florida fell through. I was gonna hop on board with Libby, her friend Kristin (forgive me if I spell it wrong), and Kristin's friend from home. The plan was to stay with Kristin's grandparents for free and eat a lot there and just spend most of our time on the beach! But...considering the rather long and fairly expensive trip to Italy I have to pay for...I just can't go. So! It will be a week in blissful little Chelsea, MI for me! In some ways I'm looking forward to it, because I have a huge paper I need to start working on and a whole bunch of reading I have to catch up on. So...the week of free time to catch up on all of those things will be great! On the down side...that's what I'll be doing all week! :o) Unless some kind and friendly Chelsea folk care to entertain me for a day or two? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Either way, homework catch up is a must that week.
Life here at GV is fabulous. Loving every minute of it but I can't wait to go to Italy! Serving the Lord, spending time with Craig, Keith, and Buntie, seeing places I've never seen before...it will all be so awesome!
Last night was spent enjoying a fabulous concert starring Jessie, Jenny, Leah, Kyle Kooyers, Zac, and many others. Singing just looks like so much fun! I wish I had the ability to sing awesomely and be in choir! Perhaps some day I will try it out...perhaps next year...we shall see. After the concert, Zac, Tod, and I headed to Zac's place to watch Despiser. Good times were had by all, and Tod and I have converted yet another person to our world of Despiserness. To be fair, Kevin Griebe is also part of the world of Despiserness, but as he was absent, the word of Despiserness was solely occupied by Tod and I. Oh Despiser...how we enjoy your horribleness.
[Listening to: God Believes In You - Jill Phillips - Writing On The Wall (02:35)]
So I went to Fazoli's the other night, accompanied by Jessie, Jenny, Eric, and Eric's friend Lindsay. It's only like the second time I've been to Fazoli's, but I do recall their "free unlimited breadsticks." They're quite delicious.
Anyway, as I'm waiting for my food to be prepared, everyone else is already sitting down to eat. Jessie is still waiting for her food to be DELIVERED to her. But, since I'm in line, I am unfortunately no witness to the peculiar happenings that occurred with the breadstick deliverer.
"Oh you got the spicy chicken marinara," he says to Jessie. "I hope you like it it's really good."
"Yeah it looked really good," she replies.
"Smell it," he says.
"What," Jessie asks, not quite hearing him.
"Smell it," he repeats a little louder.
"Huh," Jessie's not quite sure she understands this odd request. Did he really just demand that she smell her food?
"Smell it!"
Jessie smells her meal..."mmm...smells yummy."
"Smell it," he says to Jenny, who sits across the table from Jessie.
"No, I don't think I will," says Jenny.
Strange bread deliverer leaves and I arrive to hear of the strange events.
As the evening progresses, breadstick man of course makes his rounds and increases everyone's carbohydrate intake to rather astronomical levels. He gave everyone except Eric and Jenny two additional breadsticks his first time around. His second time around, he presented Jenny with an interesting challenge that she politely refused.
"Anyone want more breadsticks?"
All politely shake their heads no.
"She does," he says pointing to Jenny. "She wants four. I can tell."
Jenny laughs nervously and strange man prepares to leave.
"Hey I want more breadsticks," I speak up.
"Oh you do?" he says interested by my last minute request. "How many?"
"Four."
"Four? You don't want four."
"Yes I do. I want four. Bring me four."
So after he leaves to make rounds to other customers, the redheaded goofball returns with his breadbasket, plopping five breadsticks onto my plate.
"I only asked for four."
"You only have to eat four. The fifth one's a bonus breadstick."
"So I win something if I eat all five?"
"Yeah."
"Like more breadsticks?
"Yeah. Exactly. More breadsticks."
"Alright," I say enthusiastically.
He leave and four minutes later I take four of the five breadsticks and wrap them up in napkins. I then place them in my rather large purse to take with me on the road. I begin to nibble on the 5th one, and the sad thing is I haven't even finished half of my pasta. But by golly, I was determined to make this guy believe that I ate all of those breadsticks. So I'm halfway done with the fifth when he returns.
"You did not eat all those breadsticks."
"Yes I did."
"Alright. Who ate them really?"
"I did!"
"No you didn't, who ate them really."
Eric: "She really did eat them all. It was actually pretty gross."
"Wow. And you're like the littlest one here! I can't believe you did that!"
"I did. I love my free breadsticks."
So he leaves and I give the last half of the fifth breadstick, which I can't even begin to finish, to Jenny and Jessie. When he returns, the fifth is gone and he is infinitely more amazed than he was before. My leftover pasta was packed up to head home with me.
"Open up your pasta container," he says, moving towards that side of the table. It just so happens my purse is on that side of the table as well.
I open my pasta container, and he drops in 5, fresh and hot breadsticks.
"For the road," he says.
"Hey great! Thanks!"
He just missed seeing the four breadsticks practically billowing out of my purse.
He moves to the table next to us, which happens to be filled with three boys, two of which were probably football players. They were big boys.
"Hey you guys gotta beat this girl over here. She ate twelve breadsticks! I don't know how she did it, but she did it!"
It would be great if they had a wall of fame at Fazoli's for the most breadsticks eaten in one sitting. Since I apparently had had 12, I'm sure that my number would be increased to 1,678 before too long and people would come from far and wide to strive to beat my world record breadstick eating. How I love strange redheaded Fazoli's boy.