Uh, gee, where have I been?

Well, I nearly forgot about this blog here, but no need to fret, I'm back!

Unfortunately, our Mr. Publix has passed away, and will no longer be mentioned on this blog.

On a lighter note, I've joined a band with my friends, and we've played two shows total, and we're hoping to get a lot more and to start raising money for better equipment. Our cymbals are so bad, I've named the high-hat "fail" and the crash "cripple." It's bad.

I'm writing a book with a friend of mine, and we're almost finished, so that's exciting.

Oh, and I have a very different kind of opportunity to learn Portuguese! I love languages, and I hope to learn as many different ones as I can, starting with the Romance languages.

Well, it's summer time, and it's hot down here in Florida. Very, very hot. Anyway, it's pretty late, and I'll come back here tomorrow to write something... cool. Catch y'all later!

On the night of the Sunday before the Sunday before Christmas...

... me and my awesome group of Christian friends had a white elephant gift exchange. It started out incomprehensibly rowdy as we watched a ballgame that we never saw coming. That day, during the Dolphin's terrible season of '07, the Miami Dolphins.... won!!! They beat the Baltimore Ravens 22-16!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't like the Dolphins all that much...
But the party erupted into such a glorious state of somewhat-mock celebration after Brant Hansen stood among an amazed crowd, and started a slow clap. Then, we ate! Dinner didn't last too long before we started the gift exchange.
It was ruthless, awful, as children under five years of age had the gifts adults coveted cruelly stripped from their hands. The Hansen family tearing each other apart over a stretchy, gooey frog-thing. I DESPERATELY attempted to sell off my five-episode classic collection of Little House on the Prairie to someone who didn't care so much about their gift. I finally found someone, and I got a pair of socks. Then, I traded the pair of socks for a plush Patrick Star from Spongebob. I later traded that for a collection of "create your own adventure" books. Score!!
The women quarreled over both a pink purse or a bag with fake tattoos and $5. Twinkies passed around the room, a squirrel-themed lamp switched consistently from reluctant hands, and two men, one being Brant, dressed in small girl's clothing.. Yes, don't worry, it was unfortunate that that was the gift they ended up with. Brant's said "GIRL POWER" and had pictures of Wonder Woman and other female super-heroines. The other one's said "Multi-talented."...
We had a blast over all, and I desperately wish I had pictures to share.

Sarcasm :P

Yeah, I'm one of those people who freaks out when they meet some celebrity. You know, I just really think that famous people are so much better and more important than I am, and I truly believe that if I totally wig out in their awesome, graceful, beaming, glorious presence, they'll think so highly of me, yes, just me, and I'll be their #1 screaming, crazy fan, just like everyone else is their #1 screaming, crazy fan! I truly believe that if I yell louder than the #1 fan next to me that I would definitely be recognized by that o-so-famous guy or gal we choose to scream for, and we could, you know, hang out after their show and stuff. That would be sooooo cool! You know, 'cause that person thinks I'm different and cooler than the rest of the people doing the exact same thing as me when he/she is around. So, that's why when I meet the bands of WAY FEST backstage with Brant Hansen, I'll run right past the bands, and coolly and all suave-like beg for Brant to sign my toast.

Mr. Publix/ Jonathan Bourque

Jonathan sat outside the art room at lunch time on Friday. Here was where "Warriors for Christ/ First Priority" met. He sometimes enjoyed being there, and today it was pretty good too. He was talking to a kid on the varsity football team who showed up there every Friday. The kid (whose name Jonathan never got) had asked him where he went to church. Jonathan paused, trying to find a way to answer that question without having to explain himself later.
"I'm here, right now." he said.
The football player paused for a while and said, "Yeah, I gotchya, that's pretty cool, man. Alright."
Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief. The bell rang to end the lunch period, and he went on to complete the school day.
When Jonathan got home, he had a mission: to dress as his if-it-wasn't-for-God-then-would-be-worthless-alter-ego/ not-so-heroic-superhero a.k.a. Mr. Publix. Easier stated, he had to go to work.
Later in the work day, Mr. Publix got into a conversation with a regular church-goer who made the slight folley/ beneficial action of asking him where he went to church.
"I'm here, right now." He said remembering what Jonathan had said earlier.
The woman looked at him and said "At Publix?!"
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