A Life in Monotone

I am sick and tired of my life being so predicable. For once I want to be surprised about something. I want to bungie jump off the moon, or maybe something not that dramatic, but I hope you get my point. Like today, we were walking out of Church and I asked what was for lunch
not that I didn't know
For every Sunday since I can remember we've gone out to eat. That wasn't the problem. The problem was, for the past four months we've been going to the same two restaraunts every Sunday- R.J. Boars and Culvers. They went to Culvers last week, so of course, we went to R.J. Boars. I'm sick of it! Suprise me! Ask me to marry you! SOMETHING! I can't stand absolutely no change at all....

Third person and Twinkies

Today, study hall was really interesting. First of all, a guy in my class started to talking to me, well he was looking at me, but he was saying "Josh, you're so hot, Josh, I enjoy your company, Josh, you're so fun-ny...."
and on and on and on and on like that for about five minutes
until the twinkie wars broke out....
I guess someone hadn't finished their lunch, because as soon as the teacher went to get more coffee, about 8 twinkies started getting thrown around the room
it was the closest thing to a food fight since Lindsey's 13th (?) birthday party. It was kind of funny to watch,
until the teacher walked in and saw all the squished twinkies all over the big room floor....
but she just lauged and told us to pick them up
it was kinda cool
in a weird way....

To the Anonymous Blogger:

I just wanted to thank you for all that you do
at first I thought you were obnoxious
then sarcasticly obnoxious
but when I came home on Tuesday, you really made me laugh. so, props to you, I wish I knew who you are, but I really, truely mean this. You make me think and check my grammar. you even helped me when I didn't know how to take care of my own blog.

so, thank you, whoever you are

thoughts....

I really need to start appreciating sporks.
ANYWAYS
(do they make metal sporks????)
I am getting SICK AND TIRED of my school, yeah, I know I don't really have to deal with it, but sometimes the hypocrisy can be worse than the-dare I say non-Christians?
I mean, do you really expect people to be attracted to the double life you live?
Do they?
to speak against rock music, yet cuss under your breath
to say it's wrong to raise your hands in worship, yet make out with your boyfried in the English room?
to preach love and practice hate
to say television is corrupt and act towards the ways you "despise"
to say that the King James Version is the only way, yet be completely and shamelessly racist?
it doesn't make sense, yet all of us have been accused of it. To see other people do things like that, makes me examine myself, and be challenged to speak out for what I really believe....
not just keep my mouth shut and blend in with the Baptists

A Day at my School

Is it ever unemaginable how there are only 9 kids in my class? Or how I can function with a locker only slightly larger than my head? Probably not, but if you've ever wondered what goes on behind my closed small school doors, grab your King James Version of the Bible and come with me. It's not all that bad.
7:45-8:15- Arrive at school, swap books and walk around until one of your friends get there. The school is square, so it makes it easy to do laps. Complain to friends about how boring your week was, try to be everywhere the upperclassmen guys are as the junior highers flirt like there's no tomorrow.
8:15-9:07- Pledges,Devotios,Prayer,donedonedone. Algebra I in the "Dead animal Lab" Where people have donated stuffed animals to our "lab" where science is the last thing done. I don't think a real experiment has ever been done in there. Homework- enough, but, easy.
9:07-10:00- Move over two seats and be joined by the 10th graders for Physical Science. (I sit between the moose and the porcupine)Homework-TONS
10:05-10:57- Proceed to Mrs Bray's room for English, where it always smells like coffe. Classtime goes fast as she shares multiple stories of her childhood. Homework-minimal if none.
10:57-11:52-Proceed to the "Big room" - world lit with my Mother. Homework-not too bad. 'nough said
11:52-12:15- Lunch in the dead animal lab. A little hard to eat beef jerky when your staring at a deer.
12:15-1:07- Study hall in the big room. Much fun, as people on opposite sides of the room throw spit balls at each other. (is spit ball a hypenated word?)
1:07-2:00-Geography with Mr. Wiborg. Class is Pandemonium.
2:05-2:57-Choir M,W,F, no one can sing and T,Th, "P.E."- all the girls do is walk around and talk.
2:57-3:45- Bible. Interesting topics to discuss, and the "true" Baptists end up argueing with the non-Baptists. Too much. I get frustrated easily.
That's it, (this is really long)
sorry

My Bible, Lindsey's next Victim

Since I recently spilled Hot Chocolate on my Bible, my Bible has joined Lindsey's fan club of beaten-up Bible rejects. it's true.