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the ra theme song

To the toon of Mmm-bop by Hanson.

"There are so many RA's in this school
There are 5 and they're pretty cool
We wrote this song to let you know
That we're here to help you grow (here to help you grow... woah)

We're kinda like the parents round this place
so brush your teeth and wash your face
We can help you with other stuff
Cheer you up when times get tough (When times get tough)

Chours

RA's doobie da ba... etc (do yeah eah)

All of the RA's know first aid
Alicia Brian, Tim, Cheryl, Dave
1 Corinthians 8:6
1 Life; 1 God and man He kicks (man he kicks)"

we're eating what?

Toast Headcheese Sandwiches for brunch...
Anchovy Stew and Olive Bread for supper...

Hopefully it's just a joke and we'll get good stuff. I'm confused.

a break from the drone.

So I'm in the middle of working on my Youth Min assignment that's due on Thursday morning, and I'm not even half way through it. Hello my next day and a half's worth of work. Goodbye free time. Woot. Now I just need to convince the rest of my mind that I kinda need to do the work and not play for a few days in order to get it done. Yay!

I think I may be going to Wonderland on Sunday for the Third Day Concert with a few friends. That should be fun, though it's going to cost a bit of money. And as we realized today, 4/5 RA's will be at the concert, leaving one to man the fort. Ah well, these kids are big kids and I trust them... for the most part. I still don't know who prank called me the other day, but I'm not as worried about that anymore.

Ah well. Gord'll be here in 2 hours for coffee, so I can get a bit more work done until then.

Yay.

ugh

Theology was long and tiring today. All I wanted to do was to fall asleep, but I can't do that to the guy who once babysat my mom and whose wife was my grandparents housekeeper after she became a Christian. So there I was sitting in Theology for 2.5 hours... waiting for the end to come. It finally came, 15 minutes early or so. Wonderful!

Unfortunately, I'm kinda tired due to midnight and the fact that it's against me sleeping. Last Monday night was people screaming and running down the hall upstairs at midnight. Last Tuesday night was people laughing and talking really loudly outside the campus centre at midnight. Last night was people screaming down the hall from me at 11:40ish, and then loud conversations going on above me at guess what time.. midnight. It's always right when I'm almost asleep, so it takes me longer to fall asleep. And of course, I overslept this morning, by getting up at 9:45ish instead of 7:30, which I wanted to get up at. So I missed breakfast unintentionally. Ah well, I'll survive.

So after all that, I have no motivation to do any work on anything right now, so I wont be doing any work on anything until tomorrow afternoon sometime. I have a nice project worth 20% of my mark due on Thursday morning, so that's going to take up a lot of the next few days. But other than that, I'm free of due dates until next Monday with Theology.

crank yankers

Someone decided to crank phone call me last night around 11:30. I don't know who it was other than they had the alias Andre somthing and their number was a KW number. As to why someone wanted to do something that stupid, I don't know... What frightens me more is that it could be someone from school who somehow found a way to invade my privacy and really disturb me. Thank God for his peace, or else I'd be a wreck right now...

Arg.

if we are the body...

I got the Casting Crowns CD today. And I was listening to it, and heard the song, "If We Are the Body" and the lyrics finally hit me. Though it's been played a lot in recent weeks as they've become more popular, I haven't really been paying attention to the lyrics.

But I like the chorus...

"But if we are the body,
Why aren't His arms reaching?
Why aren't His hands healing?
Why aren't His words teaching?
And if we are the body
Why aren't His feet going
Why is His love not showing them there is a way?
There is a way."

And the bridge...
"Jesus paid much too high a price
For us to pick and choose who should come
And we are the body of Christ"

the changes that 3 weeks bring

So I returned home last night after 2 hrs 15 minutes riding in the back seat of a dodge spirit to find out that the two huge pine trees in front of my house are no longer there. That was wierd, but I coped. Then I walked into the kitchen and noticed that there's no longer any kitchen cabinets, not even a sink! I guess my parents packed everything including the kitchen sink for their trip this weekend. Ah well, they left me money for food seeing as the kitchen's kinda out of commission.

I think I'm donating blood this afternoon with Katie and Amy, pending on availability, and then I'm going to the Christian Book Store to research youth devotionals for my Youth Min project that's due on Thursday worth 20% of the mark... ugh. I hate early due dates.

Then I need to return home and read... A lot. Hopefully I'll get my Theology done too so I don't need to worry about doing it on Sunday Night/ Monday morning.

the past and it's ramifications on today's living

I was sitting in class and we read the stories of two people... Jeffery Domher and the lady who wrote Fried Green Tomatoes. They both were plagued by hurts as a child, however their lives then were on two different ends of the spectrum. And then it went on to talk about how their lives ended up after what their childhood had put them through.

That triggered memories of events that happened in my childhood that could be considered abuse of different varieties. So I spent the first half of class dwelling on those events and getting depressed. Then I got to the point that I couldn't deal with it anymore, so I just prayed. (Why I didn't pray earlier than I did, who knows) The feelings of pain and remorse went away, and I carried on in class, though we only had an extra 35 minutes after break.

So I came back to my room and started talking with a friend, and they mentioned how the things they did as a child don't bother them anymore. Why? Christ intervened between then and now and He's forgiven all of the insufficiencies in life. So I thought, and between all of these things that I did that weren't the smartest thing to do and now, Christ intervened in my life. I rededicated my life to God because I didn't understand that salvation was a permanant thing originally. But it is and I've been forgiven by the grace of God and have no need to remember those things that happened to me that were adverse to "normal" living because those things are just now tools for the devil to try and tear me down and take my trust away from God.

May the name of the Lord be praised now and forevermore. Amen.

sympatico and it's relevance to ministry

I'm not sure if there is a correlation to ministry for my stuff working, but I got back from ministry team auditions today in which I auditioned and then got roped into doing sound for the rest of the day. I don't really want to be on a formal ministry team, this semester anyways, just because I have 6 classes going as it is and a tonne of reading to boot. I just wanted to say I could play for chapel. I hope they don't try to put me on a drama team because I really suck at it and have no time this semester for it as it stands.

But anyways, when I got back, I was ready to go to sleep because it seems as if everyone's against me getting to sleep before midnight as of recent days, but out of a false hope, I checked to see if the light was on the modem... and lo and behold, it was. It's like the phone checking by false hope. At least all is working and now I'm not mooching off of someone else's connection.

Woot.

Now, I think I'll go to sleep.

beep..... beep...

So the theoretical fire the other day has had some lasting ramifications. The people who repair smoke detectors are now on their second day of working on them. This means that every 4-5 seconds, there's a beep in the storage closet right beside my room. I have some music drowning it out right now, but I'm not sure how much longer I can put up with this. At least I have class from 1:30 today until tomorrow sometime.

why me?

So, this week has been full of support calls to various divisions of Bell. Tuesday was for the phone line that was 36 hours late in arriving, and Today was for the Internet that is 24 hours late in arriving... so after 2 support calls today, I find out that the problem's on their end and I have to wait another 72 hours until the internet's up and running.

Until then, I'll either be mooching or making due without. Though it was nice to download Survivor this morning and watch it. This season looks like it's going to be better than the past few seasons combined... The videography looks pretty cool too.

ugh

overwhelmingness ensues from within me.
projects and assignments due weekly.
where did my time fly?
reading is what holds me nigh
free time.. not today, you'll see.

the past

Today in one of my classes, we had to think about what factors shaped who we are as a person from our teenage years... It hurt to remember some of the things that happened and a lot of the trials I went through.... but all is well now.

wired...less the wires.

Hi Folks.

I'm utilizing my new wireless card now by mooching off of the folks upstairs. From one end of the hall to the other, I'm averaging about 1-2 mbps, which is still better than nothing.

By the end of the week, our floor wont have to mooch anymore because we'll have our own connection... 7 computers wireless... If only last year was like this. It's cool.

And to make things even better, our phone was hooked up tonight! Only 36 hours late, but better late than never. Yeehaw!

T.

school

Hi Everyone (if anyone's out there)

I'm at school now and have been for over a week. It's been alright so far, with a week of training, and a few days of MEGA so far. I start class this aft, so that should be exciting. It turns out that my floor's the smallest guy floor, and the second smallest floor on campus. It's ok, the 8 of us will survive.

My phone's getting hooked up this morning and then the Internet (we're going wireless) is going to be in on Friday. Hopefully all goes well in the process.

Anyways, enjoy your time wherever you may be.

T.

mpio sucks

Just so you know, I bought an MP3 Player from Future Shop back in January and it stopped working a few months later. So I e-mailed MPIO in June, and got no response. So I called two days ago and they said that they'd get back to my message in 24 hours... No luck there, and no answer to my second e-mail... I have this feeling that they're just stretching the warranty until it runs out and I'm out 160 bucks...

Yeah right. I'm going to get this figured out somehow.

war [reprise]

So I have a bit of clarification on This Post from a few months back, seeing as I saw the episode again.

Bart and Milhouse get in trouble for sneaking into the Flander's house and trashing it including Ned's Beatles shrine. So they enroll in two supervised activities, the Little Indians and Calvary Kids or something to that extent... it goes from there and they end up in a huge war over candy selling in Springfield, and then the whole town starts beating each other at the Isotopes game...

But they realize that it's stupid, so here's the dialogue that ensues

Sideshow Mel "Let's join our hands together in song"
Sea Captain "Not a hymn to war like our national anthem"
Mel "But a sweet soothing hymn like the national anthem of Canada"
Oh Canada...
Milhouse "We've learned that war is not the answer"
Bart "Except to all of America's problems"

cheesecake, noise complaints, car sickness, and Edelweiss

I had a fun, lovely 24 hours. It was quite exciting, let me tell you. I spent most of yesterday packing, which is a thrilling experience for those who don't know the joys of packing for 8 months. It's like moving without the furniture.

After the packing, we had some visitors over from the chapel. They're new to the chapel and the area, and it was quite cool hearing them talking about their conversions a few years ago in Quebec and baptism stories as well. It's not often that you hear testimonies over ham and potatoes. I was blessed by that.

Then I went off to Narnia to get some gas and then to the grove to pick up Kyler and then onto Florist Cliff for the Deeper Concert. It was a thrilling show. Well, first off Disoriented Youth, a band out of Stratford that includes many songs with screaming and incomprehensible words opened up, and I was in the room for maybe 5 minutes or less when we decided to go outside and wait for the second show. Finally, everyone came out for the second show and it started. I can't really say it was better than last week's because the sound was a bit off... if only they had a pro sound guy like myself up there... Yeah right, it was so much better than I could do, so who am I to complain? Kyler seemed to like it, which is all that mattered to me, because I like it either way. And for those EBC types, I saw Pat Dryburgh there as well as a new student who's coming in next week. It was cool to be able to see someone from EBC before, well... tomorrow. I guess I could have waited the extra 2 days, but ah well. It was unexpected. Oh, and the camp got their first noise complaint of the summer last night. I was surprised it took that long for them to get it... There's loud music playing for the last two nights until 10:00 - 10:30 each night. Once for the concert and once for the Luau. Ah well.

It feels wierd going back to FCC when I'm not there for a whole week. It's like a shortened coming home. No offense against Kyler, because it was lots of fun having him there, but I can't socialize like I'd like to when I have people to entertain. But it's ok. I got to see many people that I wanted to see and say goodbye to them because I don't know when the next time that I'll see them all will be. Hopefully sooner than later, but if I don't see them, Heaven's one of those places that will be rocking with all my friends.

I took the back way home from the grove, after realizing that the subdivision across from Kyler's does not go all the way through and getting extremely frustrated with the grunge on the inside of my windshields. I wasn't feeling all to great to begin with, and for some reason I took Blackwell and Kimball as a part of my journey home. Bad ideas.... Blackwell made me feel like I was on the high seas, and Kimball made me feel like I was in a boat hitting speedbumps every few seconds... If only money grew freely on trees. I could invest in those roads, but it doesn't, so I shall not drive them again.

Upon getting home, I had some peach cheesecake. It was delicious. MMmm.... peach cheesecake. That followed the peach pie that we had on the weekend. I had to hold myself back from having the whole pie. I pretty much threw the last piece at my mom so I wouldn't eat it.

And another wierd dream for those who get good laughs out of my subconscious.

I was in this great hall supposedly at Forest Cliff, and the Deeper band was playing Edelweiss for some reason and the Nazi regime marched in, and I started shooting the camp's air rifles at the stucco cieling but not at the Nazis. Then they left, and we sang a reprise of Edelweiss and I looked outside and it was snowing. The gator had cleared the one sidewalk, but they asked us to shovel another walk. So we get over there, and all of a sudden this mini back hoe shows up and morphs into a huge front end loader and clears the sidewalk for us... then I woke up.