Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn,

I love that girl. In a sisterly best friend sort of way. We can finish each other's sentences. Ask her dad, he thinks it's really funny how, if I'm thinking something but I don't say, she can say it for me, and basically vice versa. My mom thinks it would be scary if the two of us were ever alone in the car together, with me driving. She's scared we'll be talking too much and get in an accident.

Kaitlyn slept over the other night. I had so much fun. She got me addicted to Amazing Race and Tom Welling. Then we went up stairs and slept in my brother's room because he has a queen, and I only have a twin. So we're laying there with the light on, trying not to wake my parents up next door, and then she mentioned youth group.

Our youth group is really screwed up this year. There is a lot more gossip, a lot more trashing, and waaay more stupid fights. Everyone complains, but no one tries to fix it. And then I told Kaitlyn, that I want to fix it, I want to be part of the solution, not the problem. But I don't know how.

Well I found it. Sarah was talking about it on her site. She says that what the church needs is more compassion, she's been reading this book that i have to get my hands on. (it's the second post)

anyway, if any of you needs something, i'm always here to talk. and don't worry, i won't go gossiping about you. I really am here just to listen and cry with you. About anything. Just give me a chance to love on you, you might actually be surprised.

wow. i'm totally all about the lack of comments. i mean, can life get better? i submit that it can not. BUT WAIT! no, no.

IN OTHER NEWS:
Minor emailed me. This was basically the entire email:

Deje de pedirla.

exijidora.

see you.


Sweet. I mean, that has got to be, the best freaking email ever!

God is like Cheese

I have just realized that God is a lot like cheese. Cheddar cheese, preferrably white, sharp, Tilamook. But Cheese in general will do.

Now wait! I'm not crazy I promise! Let me explain!

We have a food processor thing, that also works very well for shredding whole things of cheese. You stick the whole bar/stick of cheese in this little tube sort of thing, and then you push down on it with this other plastic thing that fits into the whole, and as you push it down, this awesome gratter whips around and shreds it.

Whenever we have tacos, my mom shreds all of our Tilamook sharp undyed cheddar cheese. Then, the left over cheese gets put in a little baggie and tossed in the fridge to be used for leftover tacos and sandwiches.

I used to complain that thanks to the awesome dryness here in CO that the cheese would dry out, and not be near as good as if she would just leave it in the stick and let me shred it fresh when I needed it.

Someone asked me recently if I ever get tired of God. Like, does he ever get boring, all dry and lame. I just stood there. Like, um, I don't know. I don't think so.

I had tacos today for lunch. Be proud, I made them myself! But as I pulled out the cheese shredded yesterday (when we also had tacos) I thought of this conversation. And then as I was pulling cheese out of the bag, it kinda crumbled out of my fingers onto the tortilla. It only crumbles when it's kinda dried out.

And then as I was eating it and reading Blue Like Jazz I was loving it. And some cheese fell onto my plate, and i just scooped it up into my mouth.

How can I describe my love for cheese? It was sharp and sweet, kind of tangy, but not, you know? It kinda came to me weird. I love cheese, even when it's dried out and kinda crumbly. It's not so fresh and exciting as yesterday when it was first shredded. Because, to me, fresh shredded cheese is exciting.

And God is just the same. Sometimes, it seems like he's just the same as yesterday (because, oh wait he is) and sometimes, it isn't as exciting as he was in 8th grade when we first met up. But I love him. I love him even when I feel like I've heard Pastor Paul's message a million times over, I love him when he takes stuff away and doesn't give me what I want. I love him when he's crumbly and kinda dried out.

So no, he never gets boring. Because he might be kinda dry sometimes, (have you read Leviticus?) but he's always really sweet and kinda tangy sometimes, like when it comes to why i don't have a boyfriend. But he's always really cool, and no matter how cheese looks, whether it's dyed or not, and whether it's munster or vermont cheddar, it's always good.

So's God.

Este es

un dia muy mal.

Parm: well you wouldn't want to say that to her face. 'Hey! nice hooker shoes! How'd you earn the money for those?'

Taylor: Well, i don't want this to lower your opinion of me
Mr. Meyer:Taylor, there are too many other things that have already done that.

Mr. Meyer: so I heard Gurlich found out about the mudd wrestling?
Taylor: Yea, she like lectured for half the class, and then she goes, 'now Taylor, I don't want you to think that this lowers my opinion of you in any way.'

Taylor: so how'd I do on the test?
Mr. Meyer: depends on who you are.
Taylor: what if I'm gonna be me?
Mr. Meyer:depends on how drunk you were.

Ok. I can't think of a title

Hey,
Sorry I've been a little out of sorts this week. I know it isn't fair because we don't talk often, and hardly see each other, I know it was selfish. I'm really sorry. Sorry for being a little jealous now and then. But then, you know me, huh.

Anyway. I just wanted you to know that your friendship means a lot to me. Over the past year or so, just having you in the back of my mind has been such an encouragement, I can not even begin to describe it to you. When I have a crappy day, all I really have to do is think of you, and just remind myself that you are my friend and you like me for who I am. I'm sorry I freaked out this fall and changed so much. I'm sorry I closed up like a clam and blasted people when they poked their dirty fingers around my edges.

I don't care about all the others around you all the time. Sometimes it's hard to talk. But you know, we just get going and no one can stop us. I know that nothing will ever happen. I know that you don't think of me in that way. I'm sorry I'm not better at hiding it. Popi says I wear my emotions on my sleeve. Either way. Life can be so impossible. But God has still blessed me incredibly, just with knowing you.

I told you about looking at schools in Costa Rica, God said no last night. He told me to wait. Sometimes it's hard. You know? I just want to be there and serve him. But he has me here, and he wants to prepare me to better fulfill his plan for my life. Patience is something that I lack. As if, you didn't already know that. I have to laugh when I say that. Because; of course you know that.

And this time, I will keep in touch. Promise.

Me.

WHAT?

okay, will someone please go to this website, and figure out what the heck this guy's 'controversial movement' is really all about? Because I can not seem to grasp the infinite weirdness or whatever it is, not for the life of me. or whatever that saying is.

Peer Pressure...

I drank a bowl of salsa last night at dinner.

you should have seen the look on the tico's faces. especially vincent. and then stephanie and evelyn pointed at laughed when my face got all pink and i had to take my jacket off, because I got really hot all of a sudden.

gee i wonder why.

I hate

having songs stuck in my head.

todays? Battle Hymn of the Republic.

The Solution to My Problem

Me: so on Saturday you said you had a way to solve my problems?
Connor: yea
Me: and that would be?
Connor: move to Costa Rica.


oh if I only I could. Sweet warm Costa Rica.


I officially do not like the cold. Hear that? Officially. Why is my house so cold? And I want to go to school in Chicago... somebody help me.

Is this weird?

Earlier today, it wasn't raining outside, and i was all disappointed. We were walking across the street to lunch and i just wanted to cartwheel on the grass and start dancing, even though i suck at dancing. it was crazy, i just got this like bubbling happiness and it was about to overflow.

it's been a kinda sad happy day. i've cut back on rugby, i'm only doing practice once a week now because my grades are slipping. so i won't play in the game on wednesday. but now i can go to Dos Potrillos, i just have to call Becky to make sure it's okay and i'm sure it will be. So there's like this give and take there and it's so weird.

i lost one thing but God was like, hey, have this Sarita. Because i imagine God like my dad and that's what he calls me. Sarita. And I just realized at lunch. Oh my gosh. He is like my popi. He wants to bless me and give me everything I want so long as it's what's best for me, and it's okay with his timing.

It's like that song, gosh what's it called!?
Oh i feel like dancing,
It's foolishness I know,
but when the world has seen the light,
they will dance with joy
like we're dancing now.

So i have to go do AP Gov reading. but i might be dancing on the way to the steps. (scary i know)

brei: so if it's something that starts with a C it's going to the backs. so if Tiff yells, like um colorado or cleveland or--
Andrea: Kansas
Tiff: you didn't watch sesame street did you?

Trying to tell my parents about the clouds at practice: No, okay, so there were these clouds and they were all dark and scary and black, and then there were these white whispy thingies and they were blowing by kinda fast and then one of them started to get a hole in the middle and it was opening up and getting wider and wider, and i was like '(gasp) Jesus is coming! sweet! practice will be over! Jesus is coming!'... and then he didn't.


*looking for someone to help me with chem, who is not someone who can't concentrate and explain things well. because i am having major problemos en mi clase. i think it's because i talk with Nat aaaall hour.... in spanish no less.

"you will be arroyo bibb."
-minor

Connor (pointing to really dark light switch):this is what jose's skin is like
Minor (pointing to piece of paper): and this is you (pointing to light brown cabinet) so your kids will be this color.

Connor: Sara! Sara!
Minor: Sara de Arroyo!
Me: Need something?

Last night Natalie L. and I went to the tico meeting instead of the dance (we had special permission) but we went in late so not everyone would see us leaving with the ticos and be like , oh unfair! and we couldn't get the door open, and then natalie just yanked really hard and we made a pretty sweet grand entrance...
Jose: Son ticas ahora?
Me: Si!

Pastor Minor: Ladies, please, eshut uf

Minor:I am going to stand next to you.
Me: Okay
Minor: because I love you. (pause) no no, I'm just kidding.

okay, es raro que yo escribiendo este, porque, es muy mal en una manera. pero, no me importa ahora.

allie, me jode, me jode, me jode!!!

todo el tiempo es como, 'oh me gusta jose, oh, que guapo, bla bla bla' ella sabe que me gusta a jose, porque le dije (y ahora deseo no hice la). todo el tiempo ella pedirla, y el... el responde! e el, no habla conmigo. a veces yo creo que yo hice una cosa que le joda el, pero cuando yo pienso de este, hay nada!

dios mio, ella me joda mucho mucho mucho mucho. no puedo describir!

on friday when i let it slip that i like jose, which i never ever ever wanted to tell her, she was like 'well if i flirt with him, don't take it personally, that's just how i am.' I was like okay whatever. But no! It's not okay! It's not okay to be hanging all over each other when you know that a friend likes him. i mean hello, he was my friend first!! i don't care if he has a girlfriend en heredia. esta bien conmigo. pero yo quiero ser amigos. and i can't even talk to him when she's hanging on him! OH MY GOSH! FREAKING A' ALLIE!

i can't stand it. i can't even behing to describe it to you. and then it bugs me that i'm so jealous. why am i so jealous? it's not like we're novios or something. but then everyone is so stupid about it. Connor won't shut up about it. whenever i see natalie, ella es como, 'jose! le gusta jose!' NO! EN SERIO? and Minor won't stop calling me arroyo bibb.

and actually i wouldn't mind that. i wouldn't mind that at all, i mean, i know that happens when everyone sees you liking a guy and what not. it wouldn't bother me, if they weren't saying that, and at the same time seeing allie hang all over him!

and i don't know what to do. que puedo hacer? i can't like hunt him down or something. yea that would be lame. and it's so stupid because he lives in anther country anyway. freaking a.

at this rate, i might as well like minor. at least allie isn't all over him. besides, he's actually been talking to me.

*and yes, i am perfectly aware that this is a slightly mean post. oh well. for once in my life i am going to be mean, and i am not going to care what you think. allie if you read this, you need to know that the way you act bothers people, and it hurts them a lot. grow up. (and i mean that like a loving older sister, but hun, sometimes it sucks when someone lays the truth on hard.)

No! En serio?

En miercoles, cuando yo estaba en la iglesia con los ticos, no hable mucho. Porque mi espanol es muy malo, porque no practico mucho en los EE UU. Cuando yo sale de la iglesia, Jose me dijo, 'i have something to say to you' y yo, 'que es?'

'you are serious'

Soy seria! Pero, no es posible, ustedes que me concocen, soy seria? Es increible. YO SOY SERIA??

pero, no es todo. porque el, queria que yo consteste, explique. E, en este momento, descubri el razon. Porque, lucho mucho con personas en el grupo de jovens en mi iglesia. No, en serio? es obvio, no? pero, yo no sabia que este es el razon yo no hablo mucho. Pues, hablo mucho, pero con cuidado. Porque hay personas... (pienso pienso) cuando yo hablo alguno que es mi opinion, ellos no les gusta. Entonces, no hablo sin cuidado, y no me gusta el grupo.

no es como costa rica. e este es el razon porque me gusta costa rica mas que los EE UU. Porque, cuando yo estoy en Costa Rica, hay nadie que me juzgan. Ellos quieren ser mis amigos. Como Jose. Yo hablo en espanol, pero es muy malo. Y el, no le importa, a veces, no podemos comunicar, pero el quiere saber que yo creo. El quiere ser mi amigo. Este es el razon proque me gusta a el. Porque, es un chico muy amable, y cuando yo estoy con el, me siento como yo. entiendes? yo puedo sonreir, y reir. Y es facilisimo.

Aqui, no es facil. Y no me gusta esta. Debe ser facil para mi, pero hay personas que me moleste, y tengo miedo de los. no quiero ser seria. SERIA? no, quiero serla.

Necesito mas tiempo. pero, en el futuro yo sere esta bien conmigo. y no me importa que los otros piensan de yo.

Jose-gracias para ser un amigo muy bien. lo siento, no recibi sus emails. Despues de este viaje, yo escribo usted mucho. =] gracias para me dijo, que yo soy seria ahora. es muy importante que yo se este. Te amo como un hermano. y... me gustas. mucho.

Okay. So, I have to tell you about last night.

I found out from Jill that since the Ticos were late coming in that they were split up between two different houses, which i thought was kinda crazy. But then, of course, i had to remember people here live in houses 2ce the size of mine, so really, it probably wasn't a big deal.

anyway i offered my house to becky, and she said she didn't need it. But would i like to come to the airport with them? HELLO? WOULD I EVER! so anyway. i called my parents. which was weird, because even as i was dialing i knew that they would say yes. it was just one of those things. so they did and we got everyone going together, piled into the vans and headed out.

we had to park kinda far away from donna who also had ashley and ross. asnd we were walking to them, and then ashley waves and yells to hurry up. "RUN!" was more like it. So i started running and Becky, because she is so cool, kept up with me, and we ran to their van. When i was like fifteen feet away Ashley holds out her hand saying, "come on, come on!" so i ran the last few steps (already tired from rugby) and grabbed her hand.

SHe just took off and we booked it inside. it was sooo awesome. except then we had to wait for becky and donna and ross, because we didn't know where we were going, and, we were at the airport, which you know would be bad to be separated in. but then we ran up the escalator with ross yelling behind us, 'stop running! you're gonna get shot!'

and we saw their baggage carousel and then we saw them, and i went up to Jose (after a moment of weird shyness) and he gave me a hug. and then we got the luggage, loaded it into the vans, headed home. I road in the van with all boys. donna wanted someone to translate. and you know, boys will be boys. you can figure that out yourself.

and then at the church we hung out and they had dinner because they hadn't eaten anything, and oh my gosh, i can't tell you. I was like giddy i was so happy. I mean, Minor was still the same old standoffish with me. and andrea still spoke to me in english. and jose only when he had something serious to say.

but it was so cool. and i am so thankful that God gave me that opportunity. and i'm so glad that i stayed for my whole rugby game and played both halves. because the plane was late anyway. and i still got to go. coincidence? i think not.

God, is good, especially when we trust the future to him.

I just wrote a history paper

on the french revolution. guess what the title is?

Wow, It Sucks to be French

THEY'RE COMING TOMORROW NIGHT!!!

I GET TO SEE JOSE TOMORROW NIGHT! I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


like no joke, i can not even begin to describe to you how happy i am about seeing Jose tomorrow!!

Bleh

so you know yesterday i posted about some sayins i needed to find for this montage thing i'm doing for english class? well, i finished it. and i think it's kinda funny. so maybe you will to. hope so.

Black pavement rushing by, flowing swiftly underneath her tires. Sighing, she puts on the turn signal. Another day of practice. Another two hours of running and tackling. Another day of rugby. She parks and sits, watching other girls drift onto the field. Does she really want to go? she wonders as the engine cools and the radio fades away.
Just do it.
She sighs and reaches into the back seat for her Adidas athletic bag. Searching through it she produces a pink nalgene. Unscrewing the lid, she takes a drink and sighs again.
Do the Dew.
She ought to go. But there’s snow on the ground. With a game in two days, the coach is sure to make them practice tackling. Tackling. In three inches of fresh cold powder. And it’s starting to snow again she realizes peering through the windshield.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
She throws the nalgene back in the bag and opens the door. Climbing out she reaches into the back seat and halls out the overstuffed duffel. Jogging over to the group of teenagers she tries to brush the snow away before sitting down. Reaching into her bag she pulls out a pair of long socks and tugs them over an already present wool pair. Feet are the first thing to feel the cold. The red one is up and folded down around her knee. She yanks the blue sock up, wiggling her foot into position.
Cross over into the blue.
After putting on her cleats she stands, and brushes snow from her pants. Leaning over she finishes tying just in time to go for a lap around the field with the team. Getting back to the coach they circle up and stretch. She gasps for breath, the cold air stings her lungs.
No pain no gain.
A ball is thrown to her, she catches it with icy fingers and sets off at a run through the channel. She runs into a defender and drives against her. A support player yells for her to go down, instantly she falls to the ground and puts the ball out in front of her. The cold powder stings her face and creeps into her ears.
Ice, ice, baby.
She rolls over as soon as the ruck has been cleared and jumps to her feet. The last person into the next ruck throws her the ball on cue. She catches it on the run. Sprinting ahead of her support.
Leaps and bounds ahead of the crowd.
She reaches the end of the channel and turns around. Running back to the line at the other end of the field. Throwing the ball to the scrumhalf on the other side of the cones. A new drill begins. She takes the ball in, drives against the defender. A second comes in and hooks onto her. She pushes the ball back onto her hip. Drive. Forward. Forward. A rolling maul. The last person in their group breaks off and sprints to the end of the cones. Touching the ball down to the ground. A try. A score.
The few. The proud. The Harlequins.
Running back to the line again. Jogging in place as she joins the back of the line. Stamping her feet on the cold ground. Rubbing her hands together. Friction. Heat. Stay warm, stay warm. The line edges forward.
Hurry up and wait.
The sun hovers just above the horizon. Sinking steadily. Practice will be short tonight. The wind is catching up to them. The cold increasing constantly. The coming night steals her breath away. Her hands are red from the cold. Her teeth click together, clattering, singing out a strange tune in the cold. The coach notices their shivering forms and dismisses the team. She rushes home and crawls into a warm bed, skipping dinner and forgetting homework. She’s freezing, all she wants is to be warm and dream away the cold she has just escaped. Besides.
Everything will look better in the morning.

Gosh Nathan!

Now you're making me think about my hair!! And thinking is hard!

long?

or short?
geez nathan.

oh and one last thing. i have to make a montage of commonly used sayings. like write a short story interjected with sayings/advertisements from normal every day life. so i'm writing about rugby, what else, and i need sayings that fit that. does that make sense? like one of them that i've used is nike's just do it. and then no pain no gain. so yea, stuff like that. i really really need to come up with more, i'm not very good at this.

i have never been so stupid or selfish in my life

except for that one time back in third grade. Oh and then the time last year- just kidding.

Seriously though. I have been crazy selfish the last few days. Have you heard that I called Wayne and gave him a list of the reasons why I should get to have a tica stay at my house? and no one else should? well, I did. Yep, I'm cool, I call and yell at the trip leader over the phone.

Actually I didn't yell, but you get the point. I was so consumed, why is God doing this to me? I mean, for crying out loud Minor is staying at Connor's house. Why did I get neglected so badly? I thought that it was so totally all about me. Which, I mean, it should be right? Ha! No. Because if it was, the world would be a mess.

Anyway, so I got to church this morning, all upset, with a bee in my bonnet, and I am so mad! Because I deserve a Tica! God hasn't a clue about this. I read in my quiet time this monring about suffering. Totally brushed it off thinking that was for people who are bed ridden or pregnant and can't get anough chinese food to satisfy the craving. (Becuase according to my mom, that is suffering)

And then we were singing some song, gosh I don't even know what it was. And it hit me. The devotional talked about how God allows us to go through suffering, to burn away the impurities of life, to get to our most basic emotions when it comes to God. He wants to teach us to sing for him in all situations, and to sing for joy even in the midst of the flames.

Me, I was trying to get out of the flames. I was trying to get a hold of some water. Get a hold of a tica. But no, God had some other plans. and all of a sudden, i was so happy. Because I totally remembered.

The ticos are coming.

And just their coming is a miracle. They are coming to serve God. To show others how he has changed their life. I should be singing, I should be jumping up and down for what God has done to provide these wonderful people with the ability to come up here. Who cares who they stay with? I might be suffering without seeing them as much, and because I can't go to Costa Rica this summer. In fact I am suffering because of the latter. But, they're coming. God is teaching me that I can not expect him to work the way I plan. And suffering is normal. I just need to be happy and sing about it. I need to be happy that God's plan is working out the exact way he planned. Even if it didn't include me.

They're coming.

And that's enough.

Rugby Scrimmage Today

Against East. WE WON!!! (not that there was ever doubt, i mean seriously)

52-0

and i got all my tackles and kept up with the back line when they needed support. I told you staz! I told you!

Hellos, Goodbyes, and more importantly: Thank Yous

so i was going to write up this really cool post on how france has not won a single war in 2000 years. and then some things changed.

I was looking at lyndsey's blog the other day and she had this part where she listed a whole bunch of people and then thanked each one. which i thought was cool, and then i thought my life must suck cause i couldn't think of anyone to thank. and then i realized that was selfish. like way selfish.

and then i saw connor's site today and he kinda did something similar. so i was suddenly feeling like, hm, i should do that sometime on my site. but, not today because i have a really cool post about france and how they suck militarily.

and then i checked my email. My great-uncle, Lewis Roe, who I have never met, died this morning. I got kinda teary eyed for about thirty seconds. and then it hit me that i don't know my great uncle. although, as a part of my family, and a part of the body of christ, it does concern and affect me.

anyway, i decided I'm going to do a cool post and thank people. even if it doesn't turn out too cool.

Mom and Popi-thanks for everything. How can I describe what you have done for me? Oh, wait I can't. Mom, you are insane, and always there for me, even if we do fight about stupid things like driving laws and rugby games. Popi, about our conversation last night. It was funny, what I said about not ever dating in high school. I was just trying to be serious. So you laughing and saying, 'oh until you get asked out right?' well bad timing is a family trait. but seriously. you are so incredible. especially when it comes to my boy crisis.

Josh-you're an older brother. Need I say more? I'm gonna miss you a lot when you leave this summer. And sadly enough, I will miss your lectures on why i shouldn't date ever until I meet my future husband. Even though I never listen to you, the fact that you care is cool enough.

Amanda-i'm so glad Josh met you. Because, then I got to meet you. And I'm glad he finally found someone he can be happy with. I guess I was kinda worried after Emily. But you, you are so much better, and so far beyond our wildest dreams for him.

Kathleen-i know i'm horrible at keeping in touch. but you are one amazing friend, i don't know what i would do with out you. for real. and yes, i am considering moody. it's one of my top two. Who knows what God has in store for us, whatever it is, I know we'll be together in spirit no matter the miles between us.

Brett-I can't say anything to describe my love for you even though it's been four years.

Austin and Sarah-Well, three musketeeres. I think we may have been disbanded. Like in August. But! You are still two of the coolest people i ever hang with.

Connor-the fourth musketeere, who never really joined, but that's okay. We have a 'unique' relationship. And just so you know, on the bus from hoi polloi, they weren't laughing cause i was talking to a guy. they were laughing cause i was talking to the guy i liked, and for once, they actually got to meet him and make fun of me. I have to apologize for giving you so much crap in the past year. And also for calling you a hypocrit behind your back. Seeing you at school is always awesome. Especially when you actually acknowledge me in the halls. ;)

Nat-oh my gosh. Te amo mucho mucho mucho!!! I dont know how I managed to get through chem before we sat next to each other. In fact, I don't know how i made it through last semester without seeing you every day. You brighten my day, no matter how crummy it is.

Kathryn-we weren't friends. but thanks for being yourself. it made me okay with who i am. you have no clue.

Whoever you are-you have no idea how much i am in love with you, even if it is only as a brother in christ. When I think of you I smile, when I see you, my heart is in my throat and i can't breathe, much less talk. I randomly start thinking of you and laughing in different classes. I don't generally understand your thoughts, and I'm sorry for trashing you behind your back. I'm sorry for being the walking contradiction that I am. Know that, no matter what, I will always think of you beyond the expectations of everyone else. Sorry I expect so much. But, I know you will do it, and better than anyone else, because guess what? It's what God wants you to do.

Andrew, Pete, Bob-well. I miss you a ton. love, the queen of cream.

nathan-your smile every MWF in spanish is really nice. I come in from English which is one of my worst classes, and your smile and 'hello' just brightens my morning! Pepe, and I think you are a freaking awesome bass player in worship band.

Fasting and Praying: Who's Up For It?

So I have been thinking about fasting and praying once a week. Praying for my youthgroup. Now, I was only going to fast during lunch, and I thought it would be cool to have some other people at school who go to my youthgroup do this with me.

I asked one person, and he has yet to tell me yes or no. I asked him at valentines day party at church. I'm thinking the lack of response is a no. Which is fine. But...

I was thinking of that verse about gathering together in Christ's name, and when two or more gather, he is there also. WHich I know doesn't mean my fasting and praying would go unnoticed because I'm all by myself. I'm not that stupid.

But I want this to be soething we do as a group. So I'm puting it you. If there is anyone who wants to do this with me, let me know.

I think it's really important that we work together as a group for the betterment of the whole. And I think that the biggest problem we have at youthgroup, is a lack of prayer among the student body. I want to change that.

Music Pirating

the other day in spanish our question of the day was: Como usas la tecnologia en tu vida personal? or in English: how do you use technology in your persona/everyday life? This one kid mentioned downloading music to his ipod

Sr. Schorr: pagas para la musica?
Pablo: no, (laughing) no pago
Sr. Schorr: Robas?? (reaches for telephone) Hola, la policia de la red?

i think it's funnier in spanish, so i'm not going to translate it.

11 days till the ticos come!!!!!!!

Well I had a rugby game today. I was driving around looking for the field, which I never did actually find, and I realized something.

Mornings are beautiful.

I got up at 7:00 to watch a game I couldn't play in. I was driving around in the early time of the day, when no one else is round and it was so amazing. Pristine and perfect. The mountains were clear, bursting with snow. The sun was gentle. I wore flip flops. As I stood in the grass and waited for mom to pull the car out, the soft green poking up around the brown was so perfect. So spring like. So welcoming, full of new life and hope.

And as we searched for Monaco Avenue, I saw this tree and just thought it was so perfect looking. Like, how could a tree be any other way? So I told God that I thought he'd gotten it right, and decided that this nature was quite alright with me.

And then I thought that it will be even more perfect in Heaven. All this green everywhere, none of that messy brown still clinging to hopes of last year. It will be so amazing.

And I decided I am okay with Colorado. I am okay with living here. It's nice and dry and the air is hard to breathe when I run. But it is okay. And despite everything bad in life, I decided that I couldn't imagine life any other way.

And then. I didn't just decide to like Colorado.


I suddenly fell in love with it.

is it okay for christians to fight? amongst themselves.