It’s raining on Jesus’s fake birthday

me: Happy Jesus birthday! (now that I think of it, I should have said happy birthday Jesus. puahah)

sibling: Jesus’s birthday was in July.

me: oh. it’s raining on Jesus’s fake birthday.

sibling: your breath stinks. (hey I just woke up )

sibling: (singing) my horn can pierce the sky (no I did not watch the most recent episode of the office.)

edit:

4 hours and 47 straight rounds of uber fast paced nertz  later…

everyone: For the next family gathering (a.k.a tomorrow) we’re playing a different game -_-.

Merry Christmas.

fails and flailings

In cell group I learned about a blog called failblog.org. It’s a blog about fails like…

In actuality, the welsh translation says “I am not in the office at the moment. Send any work to be translated.” You’d think that the translator would translate his own email/answering machine/whatever messages to english, since his customers are probably people that can’t understand welsh, hence the reason for his services. oh well.

A few days ago I was in programming class zoning out when this tubby guy sitting in front of me fell asleep. After a few minutes during this particularly quiet moment in the lecture, he suddenly flailed all four of his limbs, hit the desk with a BAM, and then (not surprisingly) woke himself up. It was so crazy the guy next to me freaked out and said “oh my gosh!” out loud. I had to work like mad to keep my laughter in for the rest of lecture.

fin

eh almost forgot…

I must say, these end-of-the-post pictures are tiring to search for.

Thanksgiving break at the city of Somewhere, Massachusetts

I admit I have a bad sense of direction. Some of you can vouch for that. However, my sense of direction and general geography reached an all time low this past week.

I told a few of you that I was going to Boston for thanksgiving. Turns out I didn’t, and I didn’t even find that out until I got there. I found out when I was eating lunch on Thursday and my 4th aunt asked me, ” Do you want to go anywhere on saturday? We can go to Boston if you want. There’s more to do there.” Wouldn’t make sense if I was actually in Boston wouldn’t it?

In conclusion, I still have no idea where in Massachusetts I went. pathetic.

Anyways, I had an idyllic thanksgiving, like those ones you read about in a book (when you’re really at some hotel eating chinese food). My day went like this:

1. Woke up and ate.

2. Raked leaves and a couple shrooms.

3. Played frisbee.

4. Paid my respects to the pets buried in the pet graveyard for disturbing them with a misthrown frisbee.

5. Played frisbee.

6. Took a tumble and smushed 1 shroom. Caught the frisbee anyways.

7. Raked the leaves around a rosebush.

8. my cousin breaks a rake through sheer strength alone. hilarity ensues.

9. A puffball shroom is found and properly puffed out.

10. Prepared proper thanksgiving food (no chow mein).

11. Turkey time.

12. Watched 24 season 3 (a.k.a : “Nina is EVIL”, “Nina should DIE”, “I HATE NINA”, “…Nina’s actually kind of hot.”) until we were all too tense to fall asleep.

13. smoked some shrooms.

Overall it was a very satisfying thanksgiving.

And now for the sake of a shallower tradition,