Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Conference, Driver's Ed, and Other Events

Writing Prompt: Take a random book, open it to a random page, and then post the passage that begins at the top left. It you want to go further, tell us if the passage you posted sheds any light on your life at present.

My passage:
"At least the Pale Prophet will serve me some useful purpose."

"What about the girl?" someone asked.

"The girl?" said Jacob. "What about her?"

The stones vibrated. Footsteps were leaving the tower. My uncle's shrieks faded as Jacob, the priests, and the prison guards, carried him away. I was alone. My head was floating. Floating like a helium balloon. I was lying on my back now, just rocking back and forth. Just rocking back and forth. My energy was slipping away...slipping away. The dark light of death was settling over me...settling around me...settling in.

I heard trumpets. 

That was an interesting passage to share. Someone dying. Great.


Last week, I started Driver's Ed. It is a pain, let me tell you. I am learning a few new things, mostly random facts, but most of the class is just repetitive and boring. Plus, it's annoying having to drive into town every day for four plus hours.

On the other hand, last weekend I attended a Multi-Stake Youth Conference. The first day, 1,600 LDS youth ages 14-18 gathered together in Spokane. We started out playing some games while people were arriving. My favorite was Human Statues in which a group of ten or so people tried to make a human statue of a monument. I had Double Decker Bus, Old Faithful, and Statue of Liberty, among others.

Once everyone arrived, we went outside to the big grassy field and played Simon Says before splitting into smaller groups and playing some other games. We then ate dinner, consisting of tacos, and then prepared for the dance. There were two dances, one was a DJ and the other was a live band. There were also some Minute to Win it  games going on.

The next day, we listened to a couple soldiers and a Gold Star mother speak, mostly about soldiers who lose their lives fighting for our country. Afterward, we made Christmas and Thanksgiving cards to put in care packages.

For lunch, they made hamburgers for us all. I was at the back of the line, so had to wait forty-five minutes in the hot sun. After lunch, we gathered again to listen to several more speakers and sing some songs. We then went home and celebrated Lydia's birthday. She turned fifteen.

In other news, I remade my website. The link is now

And a last bit of advice - at Baskin Robbins, don't eat the watermelon flavored ice cream with the chocolate seeds. It's really not that great.