Roadtrip

So, I went to church this morning to play bass. I got a decent amount of sleep last night, no complaints, just a little tired at 8am. Understandable, I've been assured. I had made a call the night before, to the lead worship guy, Jon, and his wife, Sharla, wondering if they were free after church to go to the beach or something. It was my day off, Sunday, so I wanted to do something other than sit here, out of the sun. They, sadly, informed me that they already had plans for that fine Sunday afternoon. They were going tenting at some former church member's RV campground.

They invited me along, but I was working the next day, so that would have been a bad decision.




Until I said I'd just come for the day, and drive home in the evening. Then that sounded like a great idea, so two more guys decided to come with. One double stacked burger, one sandwhich, one quick pack job and a dirty vehicle later, we're ready to go.




So we toss the stuff in the back of the very, very warm white leather interior car, and attempt to enter. We then are forced into a retreat by the scorching nature of black leather left in the sun for a few weeks. An improvised "towel" system is put into place, and we're off. The 2-2.5 hour drive begins.


We get to Winfield and decide to stop and buy some gas. My impulse purchase was an 8-pack of coke. We were thirsty, it was 2.99 (plus applicable taxes), and 8-packs are just way cooler than 6-packs or a couple of 1L bottles. Seriously. Way cooler. James paid for the gas, I paid for the coke. I figured it was a good deal.

The drive is beautiful.

I enjoyed the scenery. I used to work at a camp out near Salmon Arm (the area we were headed to), so I was very used to the drive. James was driving, so I could just sit back and enjoy the lakes and mountains as they peeled by.

We get lost, go driving down a wrong road that we knew was wrong for quite some time, and eventually James had to pee so we pulled over as the "No Thru Road" loomed behind us. Being pulled over already, we decided turning around was also a good idea. While James was peeing I got this video recorded.



Anyways, we got there, played some beach volleyball for awhile, which I am less than amazing at, but it's super fun so who cares. Eventually we decide to go boating, which is always fun. On the way out Josh (Jon's brother) and I were riding in the very front of the boat, so we were being tossed about. Meanwhile, none of us had much faith in our driver, as she constantly muttered/yelled/frantically screamed at the various other boats out in the water. Not faith-inspiring, to say the least. Anyways, we stopped, eventually got everyone into the rather cold water, and then eventually drove back cold and tired. It was pretty much awesome, of course.

We returned to the campground, the few staying over set up their tents. We got some greasy food from the gas station. Apparently I was "6.99" hungry. The grease marks on the box actually came from my hands, not the crazy ladies serving me. Yes, I did flirt with them. No, I did not get extra fries. Such wasted energy. James was almost "9.49" hungry, not including the upgraded coleslaw. I ate what fries he did not. As well as Rebecca's extra fries. Such expensive deep fried food.



And then we drove home, changed, and I came back to my home. Where I wrote this blog while talking on MSN to Kelsey, with whom I have been discussing the merits of musicals and Zero 7. Excellent.

To bed, dear friends, to bed.

Costco Can Be Amusing

I got to work today, figured it'd be another boring day. And except for a few minutes, it was.

I packed groceries for Ryan Smith today. Yeah, he was signing autographs and stuff. Most of the people in the line before and after him didn't know him, or recognize him. One lady thought he was from the Kelowna Falcons, our local rather trashy baseball club. Yeah. He's not.

He thought I was going to put his gatorade into boxes. Silly Ryan Smith. So very silly indeed. Poor guy, just wants to get some groceries, and everyone is kissing his sandals and whatnot.

Oh well.

Jerome Iginla comes to our church and I pack groceries for Ryan Smith. Oh, the joys of living in Kelowna.

On Beyond Zebra

Dr. Seuss was brilliant.

Anyways, so I've been thining about what I'm going to do after I graduate from CBC. I have no answer, so that makes me question why I'm dropping $12k a year to graduate from a school I'm going to do nothing with. I know that at one point, I had a plan to like, teach or something after school, meaning go to more school so that I could do that. I suppose I wouldn't mind a masters. It'd be nice to say that to my co-workers at Costco. Yeah. I got a masters.

But now I just don't know why I want to teach, or what'd I want to teach, and if I do want to teach why am I going to bible school isn't that just sorta silly. Bible school is for people who want to go into ministry, isn't it. If I just want to work, and work hard, then I should go to a different school. I should jump on the bloody nursing bandwagon before the train leaves the terminal. How's that for mixing metaphors. I should be a metaphorical bartender. Giggle.

I just know that I feel better at the end of the day when I'm tired. When my body is sore and achy. I know that I love to give 'er all day long as hard and as fast as I can. I like doing manual labour. I know that I don't feel that way after school, so I won't feel that way after teaching. I can "give it my all" mentally, but it's not the same.

So what then? Do I go to school and work hard in the summers, learning trades to support my mental achievements, slowly going farther and farther into debt as I academically wander about?

Yeah.

I guess so. I got nothing better to do.








Other than eat this popcorn.

things i think about...

i changed a bit of my blog. i didn't like what it was. when i made it, i liked it, but now i don't, so i changed it. i'm also experimenting with avoiding the 'shift' key. i don't think i like that for blogging, but maybe i do. i like it for my title, for now, i guess. english abandons me.

i had the day off today. i spent it here, in front of this computer, hax0ring the baddies on counterstrike. i bought other games recently, to purge me from my addiction. that failed. i still play CS, and now i have less money than i did before. isn't that depressing. i have a fair bit of cash though. staying at home and doing nothing but working lets me save a fair chunk of change. that's encouraging. i have about 3k now. half of what i should have at the end of the summer, and we're about half way done the summer. so, that's alright i guess. i bought a digital camera, and some aforementioned computer games, but that's about it. hopefully there won't be another large expense this summer. then i can live in an apartment, with ben, and that'll be alright.






i took some pictures the other day, when i wasn't just sitting here. none that i'm specifically proud of. i'm not much of a photographer. i'm hoping that'll change. i did drop $400 on a camera. i'm pretty sure it's a good one.







my dad is in abbotsford area. doing stuff. maybe for work, maybe for school. i don't really know. i don't think it matters too much. he'll be back tomorrow, with my sister, and maybe her husband. laura and aaron. that'll be interesting. i guess. laura misses me. i don't miss her. is that bad? shrug.

i ate chicken and pasta for supper today. it was good. i wish i had more of it right now, but then again, i did just brush my teeth.

i got another email from a person who's email i lost. they want me to write an article for a mennonite christian magazine. i lost that email again. i don't know how, but i did. i guess it just wasn't meant to be. anyways, i tried writing the article a few times now, and it never works. it's just not legit, you know? the stupid article is supposed to be about 'a time in the younger years that inspired faith'. my mind goes all over the place on that. like, what the hell is faith in the first plcae? and they want just a 'moment' that inspired faith? like, when jesus came down to me next to my bed, shook me out of my sleep and said, 'hey, douche, believe in me or i'll make you impotent'? well, no. faith isn't born out of some miraculous magical moment in my 'younger years'. it was a decision that i've made, and will continue to make.

i just realized that sometimes i like to bold and italics things. i think i'll go back through this post and do that a bunch.

yeah.

that was fun.

i spent the entire day not wearing a shirt. that would, normally, make the day good. but today just hurt my head. too much computer screen, not enough daylight. but it was thundering here, so the light isn't my fault. i wouldn't have got any sun anywhere i was today.




i also spent the day with my hair tied back. i'm a dirty, dirty man.
i do like my facial hair though. makes me feel rugged. also, i hate shaving.




life in kelowna sorta just pisses me off. i don't really have any friends. i thought i had a few, but then they ditched me. seems to be the standard of what people do to me. maybe i deserve it. maybe i'm such an asshole that i simply drive them away. and here i am, thinking that all i want is someone to hangout with. sigh. so depressed.

Welcome To My Lake

This is the lake that I wish I swam in. I think I'll do that tomorrow. Swim. In the lake.

Yes.

That would be good.