Well guys, the proverbial poop finally hit the fan.

Some of you know, others may not, that coming "home" to Richmond and with Mom was much dreaded for me. I had been praying about it before school was over and I felt it really important to go home and give family a chance.

Long story short (for ease of read and for sake of disclosure), I tried to walk away and she only ridiculed me, and told me to pack up and get out. As an angry man, I handled myself well; I did nothing to provoke her, nothing to deserve the boot. But I lost it afterwards. Maybe she has a reason to kick me out now, but not when she did.

I really need your prayers today, and over the next few days. This would be easy(er) if my car was running but alas something else has broke now. I need a place to stay, long term, and I need to deal with all that's going on. God is good, and gives wisdom to all who ask, I just wish I had it this morning.

Long post made short (I got fed up trying to word my thoughts).

HistoryMaker: when young is a super fun weekend of hangout, when older is weekend of supervision and learning, a stressful and tiring combination.

I like HistoryMaker and want to continue going, but I really wish that the kids didn't see it as superfun weekend of hangout. For the first time in our youth group's history, I watched half a dozen kids slain in the spirit. We're GROWING! There is some focus atleast.

I'd really just like to not have to babysit, and afterall, the weekend is for them, not for me.

Somedays I think I am in WAY over my head. On friday I went to youth, I was a little early but since i Have keys I dont worry too much about that. On my way I was behind a police van and I thought it might be funny if it was going to my church. As I got closer I realized that it was going to my church, turns out it was not so funny. I got to the church to find pretty much all of the Saanich police department there, even the motorcycle cops and the police dog! The only other non-police person there was an elderly gentleman that live really close and is the emergancy contact. One of the dors had been left unlocked and the alarm had been triggerd 4 times. Thy were just sending in the police dog when Pastor Geoff finally arrived. We had to wait outside in the rain for like half an hour untill they were sure that there was no one in the building. THey finally came out said we could go back in but that they had noticed a stong smell of gas in the kitchen...no problme just the pilot light had gone out. Sweet, so we are int here getting ready for the youth and eating som esudhi that one of the guys brought and we hear more sirens. THe police had called the fire dept. because of the 'stong smell of gas'!!! We had to wait outside for 45 min jsut for them to tell us that the pilot light on the stove was out! Needless to say it was an interesting night...and of course they felt the need to blame the intern...sob sob...

But its not a good night unless the police show up anyways...right?

I can only imagine what this is going to cost the church......

In a strange, distant land, where the peaches have no trees, there sleeps a damsel who distresses with feverant passion. She paces about, debating matters of noble intentions and justice for all. She toils and troubles over every detail, works herself to no end. Surely, she thinks, there must be a way.

She is trapped in a tower, a tower so tall, so strange. This tower has no comparisson; it's top no eye can see. A tower to herself, in which no man can be.

Delivered there by her own misfortune, she cries out to be released. The strangest thing of all, however, is yet to be seen.

The strangest thing of all, that which baffles even the greatest mind, is that upon rescuing her, no ordinary hero can deliver. No, for when they lay eyes upon her, her feet are planted firmly on the ground, amongst the ordinary peach trees of life.

Well well well... I can finally "rest" easy. I've just handed in my last of four papers overdue. The lesson: don't be stupid and stay up to speed on school work.

Computer games suck. I mean, yea, they're great. But really, think about it.

Playing a computer game is interesting. Some have really fantastic plots to follow. Others are great eye-candies. Some computer games are challenging, often involving difficult button-pressing manoevers or mind-blowing puzzles.

However, sitting at one's desk for hours on end produces introverts. Introverts are not bad, as long as they are still sociable. An hour spent clicking and typing away accomplishes little; especially when there are more productive things to do.

I know, I know. "Andrew, stop playing computer games." I want to! I really do want to stop. Am I addicted? I'm not sure. I don't crave mindless timewasting. I don't get cranky if I don't play. Am I stessed out? I may have been, and computer games are a good relief of stress.

I've said it a thousand times before, but maybe that's part of the process. I don't want to play computer games anymore. My goal is to finish "Evil Genius" (which is super-cool, by the way), and never play a new game again. No new games means no new imput, no new fuel. Old games still fly...for a while. I don't have any that I'm really itching to play, so I think this is a plausible resolution.

AND YES ALL MY PAPERS ARE IN. :D

I must say, swimming around in this pool, revisting the same specimen of choral plant over and over again is very reassuring of my existence. I mean... It's like, whenever I see this plant, I am satisfied and pacified in knowing I am alive.

It's like like it's home. It can't be home since I can't leave. And it's not like it's prison, since I am not being punished. But I swim around sniffing at this wall, and that wall. Funny how I find a new wall everytime I turn.

And there's the plant again.

Oh look! Another wall!

Mmmm...plant.

Wall.

Plant.

Well... I'm settling in. Sorta. Moving into new place Saturday (hopefully). Internet at library sucks (they have more filters and banned things than the school). E-mail me or phone me I MISS YOU ALL and am going bonkers. Where's the social life? Oh yea, I left it in Abbotsford.

Did I ever mention I hate cats? Especially white ones that shed. HOLY CRAP you can NOT evade!

Anyways... roostermacdriver@hotmail.com or 778-862-5603 or 604-303-9303... I mean... Yea I think I've posted them somewhere before but uhh y'all should call/e-mail me anyways. Anyone know Jen Sahlstrom's number? E-mail it to me. Please?

One of these days I'll post something that is not an update... You know the kind. Creative story? Randomness? Oh no... self-qualified randomness... It's over!

I have come to the conclusion that I must be part gnome or some other magical thing. Really my grampa is the oldest, littlest, most shriveled brown man I have ever seen. I was just watching him today and I think that it is old men like him that gnomes are modeled after. I should get a picture up here on him. He is great. But anyways I was thinking that If he was part gnome I totally would not be surprised, he has been around since the dawn of time and is my most favorite family member ever!

Being home is the weiredest thing ever. i have traded three pretty rad roomates for three pretty crazy family members. First there is THE SISTER a.k.a. Captain or Swamp Dragon. Now mostly I dont see her as she works the evil graveyard shift (Much like andrew...you all remember his less than pleasant sleep deprived times), and when I do see her it can be either really unpleasent or quite fun, depending on her sleep levels. Then there is THE MOM. I love my mom, she is rad!! But living with her again? This could become overly streesful as she is back under the roof of here parents (stressful for anyone). Then there are THE OLD PEOPLE....basically good but crazy and set in their old people ways. Thee generations of women in the same house.......my family is hightly combustable at the best of times....

I am not saying this to complain, but to the set the stage for my upcoming stories of my summer, a quick character outline in case anyone cares.

And the grant that my whole sumemr depends on will not be decided on for TWO WEEKS!!! I think it might not work out and i will be hugly set back.

Well everyone, I've safely arrived in Richmond. My stuff thrown into a room upstiars, and my body sentanced to a week of loafing around while I find myself a "permanent" housing solution for the summer.

On my second trip between Abbotsford and Richmond, something under the hood of my car went--not quite sure. There's a hissing from the rad (a hole, likely) and the fan does not spin (water pump?). I am horrified that it's going to cost me money to fix, since I don't have any. The thing still runs, but I'm afraid to use it in case it blows up or something.

Internship details are still to be worked out. For the time being, it seems I will be doing a lot of graveyard at the warehouse, until I can figure out when they will have me at the church and how I am going to pay for anything.

There has been talk of some people gathering for sushi. I love the idea. I know the perfect place too. If we all agree on a date between May 09 and May 15, that gives us a whole week to pick out from. All-you-can-eat sushi at this place for lunch is from 11:30-1:00 and costs roughly $11 (if I remember right). What about Saturday, the 14th? I could benefit to see some familiar SPC faces after two weeks of being out.

One e-mail a day!