out of town

last night was scary:

well... (intro) anton and garnet, packing pop and chairs for a fire on the beach with friends. (at this point i was making fun of them for not packing alcohol...!)
me: it's kinda cold--you'll for SURE be back here for hot chocolate---want me to get some hot water going?
garnet: no. we'll definitely not be back here for hot chocolate. at all.

so then...
we're just sitting around talking with my mom and dalia, it's 11, about to fall asleep.
suddenly the doorbell is ringing and four of the girls from this beach party are telling us 'help! there's a bunch of drunk guys beating up our guys down on the beach' AAAAAAAAAAAH freak out! felt like a bad dream for sure---really weird.
so, the cops were called, mom and dad pretty much beat the cops down there, and the fight was over right away. pretty much consisted of two guys coming over, tapping someone on the shoulder, and punching him out. then leaving. random. broke some teeth, bloody nose, two of 'our' guys were hurt and left for home before the cops could talk to them---they're ok though. except for the busted teeth! and the drunk guys took off also. flip! scary. weird because the cops were down there for other stuff too. and a swat team apparently.
but the scariest part was that the girls who had come to our house had left before the fight ended properly---so all we knew from them was that our guys were getting beat up by a bunch of drunk guys. i'll admit i started bawling my eyes out as soon as they'd left for the beach...can't handle all this craziness!

anways, about 11 20, i called mom to see what was up.
she said 'we're on our way back. with everyone. put some water on for hot chocolate.'
so the party moved here. i'm glad everyone was safe...and able to laugh and joke about it afterwards. and drink hot chocolate. actually, we were out---made a lot of tea instead.




anyways, that's just the traumatic end to a crazy week---i've been landscaping again, working 7-5 at least! sometimes even 7-7. working every day. i'm SO tired. and i hate how i'm always complaining about being tired. but...flip! can't concentrate, can't focus, can't figure out why i'm not happy, because i'm not awake enough to focus on it long enough to get anywhere.
this just occured to me: i don't want to go back to my little landscaping unsociable hole. i want to stay where i was with my crazy going out every week and hanging out with SO many people, and learning and growing. but i don't know if i can keep up both crazy paces---all the stuff i went through and learned this year was mentally tiring. (and i need to finish learning it before i close that chapter!) and landscaping is physically tiring. i can't do both at once. and i want to SO bad, but...i'll see what i can do, anyways. i really am going to keep evenings 'free' (meaning, no baseball) this summer for coffee dates and hanging out. i might sleep through it all, but at least i'll be outside the landscaping hole. summer kills me. and i need to sign up for camp. and tell dave k that i'm going anyway. i need camp.





living worship practive also kills me. it's SO incredibly good to rock out on my xylo. and i like coming in late and just jumping in. avoiding the organizing and the politics and the creative blocks of how to build a song, i'm like the icing on the cake with my music---suits me! i don't even get my own binder with music and notes and 'the list'. but that's ok. just tell me the key and who has a solo when (so i don't take it over) and i'll just do my own thing. whether you like it or not---that's xylophone politics for ya. :) haha, music is so good. i even like talking about music...a little bit. stop talking and play the song already. i mostly just love music. making it, singing along with it, enjoying it, going to bright eyes concerts (HECK YES) and live/love/laughing with people i enjoy. i like my cousins a lot. and tony! haha. good times.


what else...oh yes. i moved megan's stuff to jak's basement this week too. met jak's mom, she cooked for us! :) but, meg's textbooks are WAY too heavy and caused my back tire to go entirely flat. good thing i DIDN'T shower before this---it's much easier to change a tire in my edengrove grubbies than in nice post-shower clothes.

uumm...
so, city/script.
dalia's here right now, hanging out w/ my funny family, being part of the family (skipping church also to nap) i love it. this week is going to be good---sitting around, eating food (yes i got my skor bites yesterday...getting droppies tomorrow) and spending time with some awesome people. learning about Jesus. i need this. very much.

but i'm missing MC tomorrow. :( i've decided that's kind of ok though--i'm too tired to deal with what MC does to me--i'm not sure it's a good thing for me to sit through at this point. too much talk about the direction of life. like, all these weddings. i love you! i love the weddings! but it's SO incredibly different from what i'm doing right now that i just don't connect. and while that's frustrating, i don't want to miss an episode--just because it's been such a huge blessing in my life that there's gotta be more there.


anyway. that's enough. bye