Life's a Wreck

So, today my youth group moved into our new youth building! It is quite interesting. Personally, I'm not that big on themed rooms but everything about our new youth building slides under the theme. It's a bit too much for me. (Shh. Don't tell the adults. They're very pleased with themselves.)

In all seriousness, I do like it. We're more high-tech now, and we'll draw more kids to our youth group. I just have very classy, traditional tastes. (I'm picky).

I play in the Praise Band and my perspective is an interesting one. I love to watch the various faces. We had 118 kids show tonight. I like to see kids worshiping. I like to hear them singing with me. However, even though we had a big turn out and the stage was tricked out and we had all these nifty gadgets, I don't think that many kids really got into the music. Which was slightly disappointing.

However, the highlight of my night, was before the event even technically started. It was 5:00 and I was on the stage practicing real quick with the band (we seriously could have used another hour of practice or so, but we started late...grr...) I was starting to stress, and was incredibly upset with the band, honestly. I get frustrated so easily. Anyway, I was reaching that breaking point where I just have to hit something or burst into tears and then I look up and who do I see but WONDERBOY to the rescue!!! My most-amazing friend showed up to check out the new building and be supportive and helpful! I almost started crying. But it's hard to cry and sing at the same time (I lose all breath support), so I tried really hard not to.

But seriously, WonderBoy and I think we have this connection. He was just sitting at home and totally recieved my telepathic distress signals and so leapt up determinedly to come salvage the night! That's exactly how it happened.

This week was also our school's homecoming week, so we had our parade today, and I feel slightly guilty for refusing to pose for Santa Maria, who wanted pictures. I did, however, take at least one specific picture that I remember before the parade and before I got really sweaty and nasty. After the parade, though, I just felt really gross. I was sticky and hot and red-faced and ready to go home and shower. I'm quite convinced that Santa Maria already has plenty of pictures of me looking exactly like this, from various volunteer projects she's headed that I've attended, such as a camp clean-up weekend and Relays for Life. I really did not feel like adding to the collection.

To make up for the lack of pictures of Nina on parade day, Nina promises to behave very well and pose for as many pictures as Santa Maria wants on Game day and Dance day. Hopefully, Nina won't be quite as nasty then.

So I seem to always blog at night, and the last thing I typically say is something along the lines of 'tired, sleepy sleepy, bed time now'. But really, I am going to wrap this entry up, shut down my computer, and then get some sleep.

Here's to rest and good dreams, to memories and hopes, to today and to yesterday and to tomorrow.