I had
every intention of making a list of things that I could talk about in a choice
blog since I knew that we’d probably be getting a whole lot more of these.
Unfortunately, I have not yet started that list, so you’ll just have to read my
random ramblings (hey, that’s alliteration!) for now.
I guess
I could just bore you with the upcoming events in my life… It’s really not that
interesting, but in reality, I have nothing else planned, and there’s a three
hundred word limit hanging over my head.
After
school today, I’m going home with one of my best friends. I don’t really
believe in having a single “best friend” despite that the word best implies
that nothing can surpass it, but that’s just me. I don’t like ranking my
friends, so I choose to make my smallest circle of friends worthy of the title “best
friends”. Anyway, for about an hour and a half or so after we arrive at her house,
we plan on staying boarded up in her room (or the living room, whichever she
chooses), and we will play Minecraft. Now, I’ve never played before. I’ve
wanted to, but the demo version that I tried… Well, it probably could have gone
better. Needless to say, as my fingers are dashing across this keyboard faster
than an impulse sent from a nerve to the brain, I’m pretty exicted about it to
the point of makng mulpitle typos. My friend has told me about a hundred
stories of what happens when she plays Minecraft with her brother and his
friends, and that has made my excitement and anticipation for this day grow
even further. After that hour and a half, we’re going to go to my friend’s
older sister’s house and, after a hearty, grease-filled dinner of pizza, we
will accompany my friend’s niece and nephew(s) around the neighborhood dressed
in ridiculous costumes, going door to door to get free candy from people that I’ve
never met before in my entire life (Halloween really is the shiftiest holiday of the year…). After that, everything is
like a normal day, but the day after offers another reason to celebrate.
Seventeen
years ago, as of 1:42 in the morning, a bundle of joy arrived into this world. That
would, of course, be yours truly. Forty-five years ago that same day, at a time
that I’m not sure about, a different bundle arrived as well, but to my
grandmother. That would be my dad. So, on November first, my father was born. A
little more than a year after he and my mom were married, I was born. On his
birthday. I guess you could say that I am the ultimate birthday present (could say, though I admit to having more
than my fair share of times where I’m sure my parents wanted to string me up
and hang me by my toes from the trees in the front lawn). So thanks, mom and
dad, for making and keeping me, and thanks to my dad’s parents for making and
keeping him.
Finally,
this weekend (at least Saturday) is going to be jam-packed full of stuff to do.
First off, starting at nine in the morning and ending at quarter after ten, I
will be at the school associated with my church, volunteering my time as a
teacher’s aide in the second grade(WARNING: The next few sentences will be heavily
religious. If you do not believe in that sort of thing, I suggest you either
leave this page now, as I cannot promise anything about future blogs, or just
skim ahead to the next thought segment). The second grade is a pretty important
year in a child’s religious education. As a second-grader, children will
perform their first reconciliation, in which they confess their sins for the
first time. This is important because it is, in most cases, the first time that
a child will actually remember being close to God (since most children are
baptized as infants, the only memories they will have will be from the photos
supplied for them later in life). This is also important because, before the
students can receive Holy Communion for the first time, they must confess their
sins, which requires the sacrament of Reconciliation. After that, I’ll probably
go home and possibly get some homework done. A little before one o’clock, I am
going with a friend or two to the football game at Ralph Stadium (exactly who I
am going with aside from this one friend is uncertain as his family or some of
his friends may carpool with us). Normally, I don’t really have an interest in
football, but seeing as how I have not seen this particular friend in a long
time, I am willing to make an exception for the sake of old friends. Overall, I
predict the next few weeks to be pretty memorable if not completely
entertaining.
Well,
that pesky word requirement has been more than met- I have almost tripled the
required number of words by now. Perhaps next time I will actually have
something planned out to write about instead of wasting my words and your time
on trivial matters like my agenda for the next four days.
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