Balloon vs Bloon

Hey,
I have a cold. A bloody awful cold. It makes my head feel like a balloon. It’s kinda fun to say “bloon” like a little kid instead “ba-loon” like an adult. Bloon, bloon, bloon.
I don’t really remember when I last posted. Today’s Saturday… and I probably posted … Hhhmm… I’ll bet Monday evening. What has happened?
Tuesday, I shoveled horse poo for 5 hours… That’s interesting. And smelly.
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Wednesday night church was really good. The Farrs brought one of their friends, and we were reading in Proverbs about how bad company corrupts good character or something like that, and the new guy’s like, “Sounds like me.” He was totally open and honest with us about his life, how he had a been a leader in his youth group, and was very evangelistic, and then he had just left it all after hanging out with different people. He wasn’t sure he was saved anymore, and a lot of other stuff. Of course, we prayed for him, and it felt really real, if you know what I mean. I love that.
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I saw Pirates 2 Thursday, after spending nearly all day at the lake. I bet 9 out of 10 people say that movie is dumb, but I thought it was almost as good as the first. I definitely think the action was better. I think it was good. So shoot me.
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I now officially have a crush on Keira Knightley, like pretty much every guy I know.
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That movie has the absolute cliff-hanger-y-est ending I’ve ever seen. I definitely need to see the 3rd Pirates.
“A resolute and unyielding need.” -Jack Sparrow
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Last night, Sam B and I camped out. It seems to be a common occurrence now. It was a pretty normal camping experience. Nothing much out of the ordinary. I slept well, but not a lot. We stayed up kinda late-ish.
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This morning I came down with this lovely cold. Actually, it started last night, and it’s progressed rapidly to this bloon-head state. And I’m whining.
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It’s weird; I’m a different person when I write. Or maybe this is who I really am, and I’m different the rest of the time. There’s some heavy food for thought. A penny for your thoughts. Maybe even a nickel for your thoughts. On my best days I give out quarters. Stick around, maybe I’ll give you one. Maybe. Someday.
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You should read some books by Steinbeck. They’re old, and he’s a Marxist, but he writes cool, easy to read, interesting books. They do have some language though.
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You should get a Facebook account. For reals.

Two Days Later
I wrote that Saturday afternoon. Then our stupid dial up internet wouldn’t let me do anything with it. Filth! That evening, my cold intensified. I was out of it. Not fun. Which was a real shame, since we babysat 3 boys ages 1, 2, 3. Those kids were great. I wasn’t allowed to touch them. It’s amazing how easily entertained little kids are. They spent 15 minutes running around singing with plastic containers on their heads. I wish I could get as big a kick out of stuff like that as they do. Life would be much simpler.
Sunday, church at our house. We finished studying Galatians, my favorite book. I’m not sure where we’ll go next. Maybe, Ephesians, my 2nd or 3rd fave. My throat and nose were so stripped out I couldly hard talk. Ha, I meant to write “could hardly,” and instead I wrote “couldly hard.”
My brain.
Warped.
So anyways, I had Joel step in for me on leading worship. Afterwards, I went to Spfd to hang out with some of my super cool college buddies. Have I mentioned how much I like college students?
Today has been spent so far cutting down thistle and clearing brush and getting bit to death by ticks for 4 bucks an hour. Call me crazy. I think I need to join a union. Maybe I’ll go on strike.
And reading anonymous comments on my post. I think I’ve been misunderstood. Camp was a whole lot more than just a popularity contest for me. I didn’t mean to communicate that through my post. I wish you could just crawl into my heart and head and see what I really got from it, because it’s unbloggable. Not to sound grumpy or anything, but if you leave comments that ask deepish questions or leave me wanting to reply please leave your name so we can talk about it. I’d appreciate it.
What the flippin heck? I’m listening to this Coldplay live CD and the guy just sang, “Tie yourself to a marshmallow cause it‘s now or it‘s never.” I wonder if there’s some kind of deep meaning to that line. Weird.
Be God's
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