My Crazy Weekend

This will probably be a bit of a long post, but any way, here goes. It all started Wednesday. School ended, and we had the first "official" football game in the history of Yemen. Unfortunately it was only flag football and not the full body tackle thing that I love, (probably a good thing considering the field) but it was football all the same, even if both sides were sadly deficient in almost every aspect. No crowds, no screaming, no waves, no hotdogs, no victory music, no injuries, nothing. At any rate, when that finished, I took the bus home, took a shower, and then imediately went to youth group. When Youth Group ended, I went to Jeffrey's house for a night over, as it was his birthday. We stayed up until midnight watching Startreck IV, (good if you like Startreck) and then went to sleep. The next morning (Thursday) dawned, and we rose far latter, and went out for breakfast at a small restaurant near Jeffrey's house. Around 8:45 I had to leave for AP Chem... =( when that ended, I hung around for a while, and then went home, and finally beat Jedi Academy. (bad game. Unpredictable graphics and sound) before going to bed. Friday, my family and I got ready for church half way across the city. Several Indians showed up for transportation, and we got there with little trouble. Once there how ever, Mom had plants for us to carry in. We did so, and in the process, one of the Indians knocked into me and I had damp dirt all over me. Indians are the one ethnic group that I am inclined to be biased against. It might just be their culture, but they typically are very relaxed about helping anyone, and they take a very non participatory in church. The two or three of the many in our church that help out have my complete admiration, but the rest don't ever seem to do anything. At any rate, there was a ping pong table in the basement, and David Park, Mr. Park, Mr. Barbo, a Korean lady and I played ping pong. I beat David twice, a serious accomplishment in my opinion, only to be beaten by both Mr. Barbo and Mr. Park. I didn't get to play against the Korean lady, who was the first serious female ping pong player I have ever met. (man, this post is making me sound more racist and sexist than I actually am. Really.) At any rate, I went home, did homework, and then went to a Youth Group Softball match between the Parents against the Youth and the kids. We were creamed. I came home, finished my homework and went to bed. It took forever to finish the weekend, but in retrospect it took hardly any time at all. So now I am in computer one class "learning" how to use Microsoft Excel and blogging, looking forward to a short afternoon (my mom has piano lessons, and among the students are several friends of mine, so I won't get much time to myself this afternoon. Tomorrow I have track practice after school, as well as Tuesday, and Monday I have other obligations. I will have very little time to myself it looks like, for about the next week.

Driving and Doom

I may have to take driving lessons this summer. I have been trying to put them off, as I will get far more responsibility than I want when I learn to drive. My fears are thus: 1. Mom and Dad will pawn off all their driving errands onto me. 2. I will probably get to drive my little siblings around town. 3. I will have to pay for fuel, and I want an iPod, a base guitar, and a steel string guitar. Also, there is nowhere in town that I want to go to that I can't get to via public transportation, (which my parents pay for.) there is simply no reason for me to drive here. However, I think my dad is conspiring against me: he has (I think) rigged up some sort of driver's ed thing in Indiana, so that I can drive back to TN for my parents, and then I can do all the aforesaid horrors for them once I get back.