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Oct. 14th, 2003 11:14 amSunday morning during the sermon there came wafting in a faint but pronounced smell of Something Burning. Being paranoid of becoming trapped in a burning building, I immediately but quietly left the sanctuary to investigate. In the kitchen several ovens were on, and apparently something had bubbled over and was, yes, smoking muchly.
Once I got over being Frightened, I was just Terribly Amused because all I really wanted to do was yell:
Oh no! My spinach puffs!
Bwaha.
Today's my little brother's birthday. He's now ten. I remember turning ten...my, I thought that was so grown up. Just a step away from being twenty. Now I really am almost twenty, and I can only put my head in my hands and scream, "BIKKIT!" I won't mind being twenty, really. It just sounds so old. I don't want to intimidate my younger friends. ; )
I noticed with amusment that most of the books I've read in the last few weeks have either been by C. S. Lewis or Terry Pratchett. Hm. Mari's reading makes strange book-fellows.
I should go practice for next week. It's the week of revival meetings at my church, and I'm supposed to sing three of the nights. That's...weird. I hope people won't think I'm trying to steal all the attention or something. All I did was say yes everytime someone asked me...It'll be fun, though. I love to sing. But I need to pratice May The Mind of Christ My Savior so that I can sing straight through without stopping to breathe. Except in breathing-appropriate places.
Once I got over being Frightened, I was just Terribly Amused because all I really wanted to do was yell:
Oh no! My spinach puffs!
Bwaha.
Today's my little brother's birthday. He's now ten. I remember turning ten...my, I thought that was so grown up. Just a step away from being twenty. Now I really am almost twenty, and I can only put my head in my hands and scream, "BIKKIT!" I won't mind being twenty, really. It just sounds so old. I don't want to intimidate my younger friends. ; )
I noticed with amusment that most of the books I've read in the last few weeks have either been by C. S. Lewis or Terry Pratchett. Hm. Mari's reading makes strange book-fellows.
I should go practice for next week. It's the week of revival meetings at my church, and I'm supposed to sing three of the nights. That's...weird. I hope people won't think I'm trying to steal all the attention or something. All I did was say yes everytime someone asked me...It'll be fun, though. I love to sing. But I need to pratice May The Mind of Christ My Savior so that I can sing straight through without stopping to breathe. Except in breathing-appropriate places.