Old School

well, i've been rockin out oldschool and playin all my old computer games we got in '95. like carmen sandiego, oregon trail, and yukon trail. it's been fun! so, i got the cartilige of my ear pierced today...just a random 'why not' kinda thing i guess. actually i did it because my mom paid for it. we were in the EB games store in the mall and my mom says, "maybe i will get my cartelidge pierced." i said that i would do it with her if she paid for it..so i did it. and that's my randomness for the day. i don't really know what i want to do for new years eve. i can't decide.

Falle Retreat

here is my entry about fall retreat. i really don't want to go into anything deep, but here goes. friday amanda drove me and martha up to newaygo got dinner in portland and i ate a whole order of crazy bread, and then we stopped and got a bunch of icecream first. later that night i took crazy pictures with amanda and bryce with my glasses. then i went into the dining hall and played jenga and encore witha few people till 3 or so in the morning. got 4 hours of sleep. breakfast isn't my favorite, but i ate some anyways. then it was james' next message. i think the small group time was one of the most beneficial things of the whole weekend. in the afternoon we went to the overlook and i climbed up the hill and found waterfalls and slid in the mud and had a lot of fun times. jud put a crayfish on his ear. then i played human foosball, and it was really fun, but violent. followed by dinner, another message from james and the 'i don't know what you call the splitting of the genders' part. then icecream. yummy. more pictures of people wearing my glasses. then the campfire. then at about 3 in the morning some of us decide to sleep out on the deck under the stars. i wer 3 pairs of pants and 4 shirts and some other warm things, grab my 2 blankets and we go down to the lake. victor, josh, christine, martha, shannon, amanda b, and i sleep out in the cold. getting about 2 hours of sleep that night [it was totally worth it though] was a little tough. then another message, communion and baptism, lunch, cleanup, an leaving time. i slept all the way home, well for an hour at least. overall the weekend was good in terms of funness, but in other ways the weekend wasn't the best at all, and the only one i can blame is myself. i got my pictures on photobucket. i would just like to share with you the quote of the weekend. - "my lips look really red in the picture" -danae "maybe it's because you're shirt's green. or maybe it's because the chair is red"

thats all. sorry its not deep, i didn't want it to be because i still haven't figured everything out.

Letter from Mom

i just have to put this in here because i thought it was really funny. first, here's some background info. i left my calculator at home a couple weeks ago, and since i really wasn't planning on going home for awhile i asked my mom if she could send it to me. so, tuesday i receiced a small box with my calculator and a pan of rice krispie treats cut into squares and neatly arranged into four ziplock bags. i really am not the biggest fan of rice krispie treats, especially my mom's because there are rarely enough marshmallows in them. and taped to the box was an envelope with a letter inside. here's what the letter said... Lesley, Sorry I took so long to send your calculator. I thought you might like some rice krispie treats as a consolation. Stephen would like the box back, so please keep it for him. I hope your week goes well. I found some of your clothes when i cleaned the laundry room. Your khakis with the orange pocket flaps, a navy sports bra, socks and underwear. You aren't going to need them soon are you? I put them in your room. Love Ya, Mom ha ha ha, what a great letter.

Art

I met this person, and this person [although this person doesn't know it] is like how I used to be. [mainly feeling sorry for myself and wanting others to feel sorry for me too]. I have come to despise the very person I used to be. It annoyed me that this person was literally asking people to feel sorry for her. I think it annoyed me so much because I could see myself doing the same thing. Then I realized that the feelings of wanting other people to feel sorry for me were almost gone. I might not have realized it if I hand't met this person. I didn't notice a gradual change or anything, it was just like, oh cool, I don't really do that anymore. -and I'm going to try not to.[yes, i will probably still complain about classes because of the sole fact that I probably didn't study enough for that exam, or i forgot to do the homework, or something. I've already found myself doing that. But that's not necessarily what I'm getting at. It's the feeling sorry for myself because I have no one to eat with, or nothing to do on a friday night, or no one is instant messaging me...[just some general examples].

So this is for the people that become frustrated with themselves because they don't see themselves changing: maybe you just don't notice it yet...its like artwork, you don't want to show anyone before you finish it, it ruins the surprise. And God is full of surprises.

Gas

so, get this...my brother calls and says he ran out of gas, so i tell him i will bring him the gas can...except when i try to start my mom's van, its dead [and still is]. so, to make a long story short i tell him to put it in neutral and back down the hill into someones driveway where most likely he would be able to start it since it would be on a level surface. and i was right, and i was right about my predictions of why it 'ran out of gas' too! [it really didn't, he was just being stupid and was going too fast around the turn and then up the hill, which causes the car to sorta stall when there is less than a quarter tank] well, that's about all, except work sucked, and we hung josh's lunch from the rafters in the garage three times. so, i guess i'm going to go down to the fair later when my dad gets home and i can drive his car...playing bingo with the old people is always fun! ha ha.

Picture This

Me and Christine

Question: American Girl

What is an American girl [I was just listening to the song]? Do we really have an American identity? Or does that not even matter to people?