So, to bump up my post count again, here are some lyrics! (Santa Fe from Newsies. Yes, Christian Bale sings it.)
So that's what they call a family-mother, father, daughter, son. Guess everything you heard about is true. So you ain't got any family, well, who said you needed one? Ain'tcha glad nobody's waiting up for you? When I dream on my own I'm alone, but I ain't lonely for a dreamer, night's the only time of day when the city's finally sleeping all my thoughts begin to stray and I'm on the train that bound for Santa Fe and I'm free Like the wind Like I'm gonna live forever. It's a feeling time can never take away all I needs a few more dollars and I'm outta here to stay dreams come true yes they do in Santa Fe Where does it say you've gotta live and die here?Where does it say a guy can't catch a break? Why should you only take what you're given? Why should you spend your whole life livin trapped where there ain't no future even at seventeen breaking your back for someone else's sake If the life don't seem to suit ya how bout a change of scene? Far from the lously headlines and the deadlines in between Santa Fe are you there? Do you swear you won't forget me? If I found you would you let me come and stay? I ain't getting any younger And before my dying day I want space Not just air Let 'em laugh in my face, I don't care save a place I'll be there so that's what they call a family? Ain't ya glad you ain't that way? Ain't ya glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?
Saturday, June 27, 2009
OH!
Well, since my last post was two days before school let out, I didn't tell you The Story of How I Got Lost Because of the Annoying Bus.
So I went to the library the day school let out because I'm awesome like that, and I accidentally took the wrong bus home and ended up a mile from any landmark, and probably a mile and a half from home.
And I just barely missed the right bus going back.
It was a serious epic fail.
Okay, done.
So I went to the library the day school let out because I'm awesome like that, and I accidentally took the wrong bus home and ended up a mile from any landmark, and probably a mile and a half from home.
And I just barely missed the right bus going back.
It was a serious epic fail.
Okay, done.
wow...
it's been quite a long time since I last posted, hasn't it? It's kind of late now, but I SWEAR I'm going to do better.
I just got back from ASP-Appalachian Service Project. It was with my youth group. Now I've been dubbed the "saw queen" because I loved sawing. And I was fairly decent at it. Well, I was better at sawing than hammering, in any case. I absolutely HATED the hammering, mostly because I was absolutely horrible at it. Honestly, for every time I hit the nail, there was at least two for every time I hit the wood. It was really annoying. And when I did manage to hit the nail, it usually got bent. It was super annoying. But, on the other hand, I got to meet super awesome people.
ASP is basically this service mission that goes into the Appalachian mountains during the summer to work on houses in need of repair. Seriously, we in suburbia might consider them poor, but in reality, they've probably got more to them than any of us do. They're just happy people.
The family we worked for needed their wall reinforced because it was bowing (like David Bowie, not like take a bow), and so that's what we did. We also had to take down most of the stuff that the last group put up because they had done it wrong. I have no idea how-I was just the labor force. It was fun, though.
The first day on site, we had nothing to do because we had to wait for the inspector dude to come to check out the house and our plan and stuff to make sure it was okay, and we had to wait for the ASP staff to come and OK our plan AND give us our materials and stuff. Once all that happened, we started ripping out nails, another thing that I failed at.
The next day, one of our leaders went and managed to squish my finger in between a concrete block and the (very heavy) roof support thing we were working on. It hurt. I was already having a minor breakdown because the nails were being really retarded and weren't going into the wood like I wanted them to, that is, when they went in at all. I was also being given about fifty million contrasting pieces of advice about hammering- some said swing from the shoulder, some said from the wrist, but I was thinking, "Screw it. Seriously. What's the difference?" It was really annoying.
By the end of the week, the same leader had managed to squish my fingers a total of not one but three times-once on the index on my right hand, and twice on the middle finger of my left hand. Yes, the same one that died under the concrete. By the third time my fingers got squished, we were all like, you know what? You two probably shouldn't be working together, as that leader has some strange instinct to squish her fingers every other day. But it was all in good fun, though.
ASP was seriously one of the most fun experiences of my life.
I'm going to finish summarizing tomorrow. And the next day.
And the next day.
As long as it takes.
Bye.
I just got back from ASP-Appalachian Service Project. It was with my youth group. Now I've been dubbed the "saw queen" because I loved sawing. And I was fairly decent at it. Well, I was better at sawing than hammering, in any case. I absolutely HATED the hammering, mostly because I was absolutely horrible at it. Honestly, for every time I hit the nail, there was at least two for every time I hit the wood. It was really annoying. And when I did manage to hit the nail, it usually got bent. It was super annoying. But, on the other hand, I got to meet super awesome people.
ASP is basically this service mission that goes into the Appalachian mountains during the summer to work on houses in need of repair. Seriously, we in suburbia might consider them poor, but in reality, they've probably got more to them than any of us do. They're just happy people.
The family we worked for needed their wall reinforced because it was bowing (like David Bowie, not like take a bow), and so that's what we did. We also had to take down most of the stuff that the last group put up because they had done it wrong. I have no idea how-I was just the labor force. It was fun, though.
The first day on site, we had nothing to do because we had to wait for the inspector dude to come to check out the house and our plan and stuff to make sure it was okay, and we had to wait for the ASP staff to come and OK our plan AND give us our materials and stuff. Once all that happened, we started ripping out nails, another thing that I failed at.
The next day, one of our leaders went and managed to squish my finger in between a concrete block and the (very heavy) roof support thing we were working on. It hurt. I was already having a minor breakdown because the nails were being really retarded and weren't going into the wood like I wanted them to, that is, when they went in at all. I was also being given about fifty million contrasting pieces of advice about hammering- some said swing from the shoulder, some said from the wrist, but I was thinking, "Screw it. Seriously. What's the difference?" It was really annoying.
By the end of the week, the same leader had managed to squish my fingers a total of not one but three times-once on the index on my right hand, and twice on the middle finger of my left hand. Yes, the same one that died under the concrete. By the third time my fingers got squished, we were all like, you know what? You two probably shouldn't be working together, as that leader has some strange instinct to squish her fingers every other day. But it was all in good fun, though.
ASP was seriously one of the most fun experiences of my life.
I'm going to finish summarizing tomorrow. And the next day.
And the next day.
As long as it takes.
Bye.
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