So, today i have been doing a little reminiscing of the last few monts slash the school year. On the annoying and mostly negative side the food here SUCKS. it really does. On the less negative side, moving towards positive, is that only one or two classes sucked. I am actually really surpirsed that i haven't failed any papers, except i have failed alot of tests. So on the in between stage of good and bad, is the classes, as there have been the classes which have been amazingly challenging, but the mournings kinda do me in, and i get really grumpy, yea the sleeping rage came back a little bit.
This semester alone, i have done tons of traveling, willams lake, the island, surrey for a youth specialties conference which was amazing, i took more notes in that day then in some classes. I have been to the wonderful island, which is always loaded with good times, oh yea go yassar runs.
I also got eh visit from my sister from saskatchawan, who was kind enough to hang out with me the most, it was pretty loaded with good times as well, OH, i also got a visit from my little sis from the island, we went for tim hortons, and i guessed her color and style of her grad dress, woot. That same weekend, great friends of mine, werner, josh, and james. josh and werner stayed in my room, man what eh party.. i got barely any sleep that weekend due to all the fun and games.. and me and cronk still have a flippin pepper on our desk. yeaup!
Oh.. i read tons of books it comes at a price, as i tired out my eye alittle bit.. and my eyesight in one eye gets alittle fuzzed reading stuff.. err, but i read tons of books and looking back they had a huge theme of faith. And i am looking forward to my next year as it is going to become my prep for living off of faith. i don't know what it looks like exactly, but iam sure God does..
so thats abit of my year.. in a glimse..
silly itunes
I have become addicted, addicted to sermons, poetry, music, at the click of a finger, lightly its been the poetry, that has caught my eye. I usually not a fan of poetry, mainly because i think of English class, sitting there going this so un-shway. These poems are different, the Authors read them aloud, and i mean loud. tis the out-loud poetry style. Yeup something new its cool.. or should i say shway.
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