We came back (he spent the night), watched the Royal Tenenbaums (good movie, not quite as hilarious as I had expected, but good), and Paul still can't beat me in soccer. I was Cameroon. CAMEROON. I spent the rest of the day basically doing nothing - I rather badly wanted to get Jesse, Benjamin, and Daniel over, but Jesse had no transportation, Daniel was at his last day of classes, and Benjamin did come over, but we had nothing to do. I sat up in the attic reminiscing, listening to music, for about an hour, doing absolutely nothing. It was actually quite nice, in some respects. I cleaned up the attic some more, moved some signs, and, randomly enough, two couches appeared up there. Dad said Louie (Young Life director-majig) left them here, though it's not known whether we're keeping them. Either way, they're here for a while, and it really rounds off the attic nicely - no weird empty spaces.
The 7 days between now and the end of school seem very, very long. I'm not actually looking forward to the end all that much, I just want to be in a place of regularity, so I can sit down and plan things out. It doesn't help that I still haven't gotten an answer from Sho's dad - that decides a lot of what I'll be doing over the summer. I really hope I get it, I'm really eager for a new computer, moreso than the repairs on the car. Speaking of which, I'm getting the permit Tuesday.
I've begun to appreciate some of Jonothan's massive 1000+ CD collection in the back room - I've dug out his Built to Spill and Sunny Day Real Estate stuff, but it's hard to find anything in a collection that massive. Admittedly, it doesn't compare to Christopher's 100GB library, but his is sorted into folders, which you can scroll down. Flipping through books of CDs is a little slower.
And to end, a fitting quote to my anti-SAB series.
Hebrews 4:2 (NIV)
"For we also have had the gospel preached to us, just as they did; but the message they heard was of no value to them, because those who heard did not combine it with faith."
I wasn't always a Christian, you know.
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