Greetings:
I realize that it's been a REALLY long time since I last posted, but I figured that I finally have something big enough to write about. Tonight was one of the most unplanned nights of my life (that I can remember anyway).
This morning, we went to church, the messages are finally getting back around to the guys. Although I've been getting stuff out of the sermons, they've mostly been aimed at the women.
Anyway. With my sister's graduation coming up and all, Dad and Mom are really busy. There was talk of not going to church tonight (which greatly disappointed me). However, I simply remained calm and accepted the fact. After a patiently waiting (though not giving up hope), Dad finally suggested that he drop me off at church at the last minute. I heartily agreed.
Two of my younger sisters wanted to go to church, too, so I was in charge of them. Not a very hard task actually. Our pastor is starting a series on Acts. We got through who wrote it, the outline, and the fact that Luke gives progress reports throughout the thing, but that was it.
After church I was invited to a Bible study at our youth leader's house, when Dad got to church to pick me up, I asked if I could go. He agreed. So, we headed over there. The Bible study was good, too. It was about applying what the Bible tells us. There was a lot more than that, but I can't go into all of that here. We had a few side discussions, but there are some people who read this blog that might take offense. Check out Formerly Dead, because I might post on it there.
When the Bible study was over, I went outside and showed everyone how a magnesium striker works. I have a slight fascination with magnesium and all other things pyrotechnic. HeheheheJ.
Here's where the Ad-Hocrisy (I borrow that from my dad) really started. Apparently, a couple of girls in had wanted to have a "party" at their house, so they invited everyone to their house for a completely impromptu pizza party. I was also invited, so I called my dad to see if it would be alright, he didn't answer his cell phone. I called the house and but he had already left to pick me up. I got his blackberry number and called that. No answer. Almost despairing, I handed the phone back to the girl I'd borrowed it from. Just then I saw our van coming down the road. As soon as my dad pulled in the driveway, a friend and I… I hate to say "attacked him", but that's a good word for it. Anyway, we asked if I could go. The question was followed by a bit of persuasion, but he finally agreed. I rode with this friend and his sister (who, oh-by-the-way had just gotten her license a week ago.)
During the party, KenZ got a couple of phone calls from her parents. Apparently, they weren't ok with her driving other people around quite yet. I got in slight trouble over that one... but only slight.
To make a long-ish story short, my dad came and picked me up around 10:40, and I went home. As I said before, none of this was planned at all. We were going to stay home all night. I definitely think it was better this way though. It was a good experience. The one major thing I learned from it though is: I really need to start carrying my cell phone!
Anyway, I'll be posting. (hopefully more often, too.)