Monthly Archives: December 2003

Tuesday December 16, 2003

Oh my. I am so tired. I forgot that my final in Spanish is due tomorrow. It was a paper, only 750 words, but do you know how hard it is to think and write about your heros in spanish, when you don’t even have heros? Not that easy. Now I have to go print it and also finish the take home part of the final.

Today has been one of those weird music days, and it started last night. I really wanted to play my guitar, so I picked it up, strummed it, and it sounded good enough in tune to play it. After a little while I wanted to play with a CD, so I get it all ready and start to play. Unfortunaly my guitar was in tune with itself but not to the CD. I knew that was going to happen, so I started to look for my tuner and, low-and-behold, I couldn’t find it anywhere. My room is not that big and still at this moment it is AWOL. Just a bad way to go to sleep.

And so on to today. For some odd reason, I am beginning to believe that God doesn’t want me to play bass in the chapel at Mother Lode. I was suppose to play this upcoming Wends.but apparently the will not be having a chapel due to finals. I believe that this is the fourth time something like this has happened to me. One time I was going to play, back when Jon was our drummer, and another team was playing. Got a free breakfast out of it and ten dollars. The second time was last week, and Dan forgot that he asked me to play, and didn’t remember until Tuesday night. Didn’t get anything out of that. And today, I take a day off of work to practice and after we get all the equipment in to the school, we find out that there is no chapel this week. I got a free lunch though, and we did get to jam. I love to jam. And there is a fourth time, I just don’t remember when it was. Maybe I am to spiritual for those Mother Lode kids, or maybe it is the other way around.

Peace, love, joy and all that stuff.

Monday December 15, 2003

I will tell the story of the Great Snow War. It starts on a cool December evening in the year two thousand and three. The great nation of worshipers was in a civil war, candy projectiles quickly escalated to snow. But the leader of the nation managed to re-unite the divide people by telling of a way for war hungry to achieve glory. The now united nation will attack the scheming, isolationist country of the Elders. The plan was to catch the Elders off guard. The wise and cunning worship director held a meeting with the Senior Pastor to arrange for the delivery of a Christmas gift. Taking a page from history, the young brave warriors from the Worshiper nation, led by the great General Andrew, sang a Christmas carol to lull the Elders into a false sense of security. At the end of a great rendition of ‘Silent Night,’ the young warriors unleashed the fury of many times their number. The Elders were caught off guard. But the victory wasn’t easy; the Elders regrouped with speed that comes only with experience. The great General Andrew’s armies fell back to the safety of the battlements after the General’s cry of “Run away,” in a Monty Python fashion. The heavy artillery of the Worshipers shelled the Elder nation in to retreat and left the Senior Pastor with a swollen lip and the worshipers with the victory!

Sunday December 14, 2003

So, it was snowing at church and it was pretty. Now Josh Lillis and Andrew Heisinger are at my house kill snipers, guys in chemical suits, each other and who ever they can find. I need a new game.

Anyway, it is a lazy Sunday afternoon, nothing going on and no great thoughts.