Week 2 of Lent:Time went by, I played my song along with Ethan as Drummer Boy, Justin as Piano Man, and Catherine and Shannon as the Cello Gals, oh and Me, the Guitar Hippy. Also along are the special thanks to Jonathan the Procrastinator in Awesome Lyrics, not to mention my rival and best friend in music. We jammed, argued and rocked up the house. All other days passed by like nothing (and nothing is torment). Week 3 of Lent: My Mom's, Grandma's, Great Aunt's, Friend's birthdays passed, causing much excuse for celebration, abstaining was hard, but I think I barely passed off. I've come up with a new song (with the help of Week 2) and am using Irene's lyrics...which work fairly well. I've been sick since Week 2, and still am prepared to be sick for week 4, but all is well...hopefully when I sneezed all over myself during Stations of the Cross I didnt contaminate the cross too much for anyone else to get sick, because that would mean I didnt wash it too great...Altar Guild came and we played some short dodgeball, shorter soccer, and had a pretty interesting talk with the Pilleys. I'm bored, goodnight. Well everyone this is my long expected journal of Lent. I hope you all were expecting it. Now it's time to kick off with a home story.
Week 1 Current mood: Tired
My eyes were starting to daze... I couldnt keep a control on my urges... things were getting hard, the only way I got rid of this beast inside me was to sleep, but of course I kept awake tossing and turning in bed for 3 hours, hunger raging inside... though I was tired beyond belief. The first day I walked down and put in one egg, a starvation for myself and turned on the radio, only to turn it off in agony a second later, knowing I cant listen to music.The two hour trips back and forth were a pain... only classical, I was starting to sweat... I go to talk to my family in the living room to find them watching a movie, which looked so inviting to my eagerforanything mind, but I had to turn away from the temptations. Finally, 12 AM dawns and I realize that I am free for 24 hours, just 24 hours out of a whole week. And so ends the days of Ash Wednesday to the First Sunday in Lent times... cruel times are ahead, but I must keep strong...Yes this is just a simple copy of of my MySpace... :-D. Lent is going pretty hard, I get hungry alot... and I sleep alot more (a good thing, for that matter). But I must tell a rather hilarious story that happened one quiet Thursday afternoon. Jonathan and Lance have piano lessons in Sac in the morning/noon while Royce and Des have choir in the evening in Sac, so I just come along for the heck of it. Now... Des was sick so it was just the boys in Sac and we were doing our thing (which is really nothing...) when we came upon a dilemna, Royce comes out of the saburban and locks the doors, realizing the keys are inside. I thought of the whole thing as rather ironic, but hilarious and jokingly I asked Royce "How the hell did you do that?!?!?!" and I heard a noise behind me. Fr. Deprey (a more strict priest) comes peeking out the gate and obviously had heard my yelling (unless it was drowned out by Jonathan's "you idiot!! You--- nice little boy!") So we told him of the whole thing and we were basically stuck... But then as I was going to shoot Royce with my airsoft pistol Fr. Lebel comes walking from the block (he does his prayers while walking around in a dangerous neighborhood... he must be asking for something). We tell him the story and he tells us to just ask someone from the neighborhood, but all in all he actually found a weakness in our suburban! So we didnt have to wait hours and hours or have to pay any money! All we needed was a sweet French priest! Yeah, lame story, but Lent brings its limits ;-)
