Bad news, you guys.

Ash, the co-owner of this blog, has decided to step down.

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*throws a temper tantrum*

*wails*

*sucks thumb*

I sad now D:

Anyways, I am working on finding someone else... Sighhh...

Imma go sit in a corner and mope now. Baii.

DFTBG

Student Life Rant

So I went to camp at the beach this past week. It was pretty much amazing.

The night before, I went to a friend's house overnight and we stayed up until 1:30am. That wasn't the smartest idea, as we had to get up at 4:45 in order to be at the church by 5:30.

So we arrived at the church at around 5:40. There was only one other car in the parking lot. However, soon, more of the youth group arrived. The very last one to come was Barry, the youth minister.

After praying for our safety, the two 15-passenger vans were loaded up, and everyone was situated. And we were on our way.

The 8-hour ride was incredibly boring. Some slept, some read, most listened to the radio, danced, and talked.

Everyone sighed with relief as Barry, one of our drivers, eased into a stop at the tollbooth. We were so close!

As we drove over the large bridge to get to the beach, everyone craned their necks to get a glimpse of the ocean. The van turned a corner, and we were at the Wharf.

Our whole group hopped out of the van, stretched our legs, and walked into the building. Thankfully, it was air-conditioned. We shuffled into the auditorium after grabbing our workbooks and t-shirts, glad to be out of the vans and on our feet again.

We sat close to the front of the room, to the left of the stage, and listened to the guidelines and expectations of camp.

After that was finished, we drove to our condos, which, I was dismayed to find out, was not on the beach like the previous two years. But it would prove to be just as nice. We decided who was sharing rooms with who, and then we all changed into our bathing suits and jumped into the community pool.

We didn't get to 'enjoy' it for very long (there were odd things floating around), as dinner was ready. And after dinner was the first session.

The overall theme of the camp was Audacious. That night's theme was Be On Your Guard. Matt Chandler, the speaker, was great. He was really easy to understand, and he gave several examples to help the students to understand. Aaron Keyes, the worship leader, was also amazing. He would explain what each song meant to him, and what he hoped it would mean to us, before singing it. He would quote Scripture, he would encourage us to worship with all we have, and he was smiling and enjoying himself up on the stage.

The next day, we got up at 7 for a girls-only prayer meeting in the gazebo. It was really encouraging, and I think it put everyone in a better mood for the rest of the day. We then headed off to eat breakfast and prepare for Morning Celebration.

Every morning, there would be a live 'news crew.' Funny stories tweeted by campers would be read aloud. Birthdays would be announced. Games would be played. Both a random youth minister and a family group leader would be called up to the stage, and they would  be given prizes. Then Aaron would come onstage, we would sing, and Matt would come out and teach his morning session.

For our free time, we headed to the beach. It was a bit of a longer drive than the first two years, but nobody minded. They were just anxious to get on the beach. It was cloudy, however, and we ended up leaving early.

That second night, we were instructed to Stand Firm In The Faith. This didn't necessarily mean standing up on your chair in school and argue with your teacher about the Bible, it just meant you were supposed to keep trusting God when things are hard.

Wednesday, we went to a different beach, in Florida. There was an island made of rocks, and it contained several tide pools. Everyone could walk out to the rocks, and the water never went above any of the youth's necks. For a while, some of us climbed around on the rocks (some of which were very slick), and Whitney slipped and cut up her leg pretty bad. Katie started freaking out, thinking sharks would come and attack them because of the blood. Barry and Caleb found a couple of pretty big crabs under a rock and they spent a while trying to coax them from their hiding place. We stayed out in the water a lot longer this time, and most everyone was sunburned. But everyone had had fun, even as we walked back to the van in the rain.

Also, on Wednesday, the youth group found out that the Pastor for Discipleship of Youth (I think that's his official title, anyways. I can't be bothered to go check), Aaron, has a growth in his neck. Hopefully, it will turn out to be harmless. I haven't heard anything since his appointment, though.

Wednesday night's theme was Be Courageous. The example given was sharing the Gospel with your best friend, who you knew thought that being a Christian was ridiculous. You should be bold, be audacious, and pray that God will take the seed you helped to plant and make it grow.

Thursday, we went back to the same beach with the rocky island. Anna Tr. wasn't feeling the best, so she decided to stay out of the water. She followed Kendra, Anna Th., Hope, and I to the bathrooms to change, and sat outside at a picnic table. She didn't see us come back out, however, and she stayed at the table. As we arrived back at the beach, we realized she was missing. Kendra went to call the lifeguard to help find her. Meanwhile, Hope and I went digging in the sandbar for shells, and I'd say we were pretty successful. We both found live clams, and I picked up a hermit crab. I spent more time in the water than on the rocks, but I still got burnt pretty bad. Once everyone was out of the water, we saw that Anna Tr. had been found and proceeded to interrogate her and Kendra about what had happened. It turned out that Anna hadn't seen us come out of the bathroom, and so she had just waited at the picnic table for twenty minutes for someone to come find her.

Thursday night's theme was Be Strong. Matt talked about how, once we got home from camp, we'd be on a camp high. For a while, maybe a couple of weeks, maybe a month, we'd be soaring, like we were riding on eagles. After that phase, we would be running, no longer being helped or taught by someone as much as we were at camp. And finally, we would slow to a walk, struggling to keep going. But Matt encouraged us to keep going, to continue in our walk with God.

That night was the fun night, the one where we got to stay up as late as we wanted. Every year, at Student Life, the Booga Game is played. It's kind of like an introductory game to our youth group. Everyone has to play it. And this year, we had two contestants, Matt C. and Whitney. They both did really well.

Also, at the beginning of the trip, Barry announced that anyone on the trip that was caught without their seat belt on would have to do the Happy Meal Challenge. Basically, you would have to drink a blended McDonald's Happy Meal, cheeseburger, fried, <i>and</i> soda. Six people were caught, including Barry. So those six drank the Happy Meal, and everyone else watched. Everyone threw up at least once.

After most everyone had gone back to their rooms, the girls pulled a few pranks. They included singing creepy songs outside the guys' room and placing Goldfish and forks all around both vans.

The next morning, everyone piled back into the van for the long ride back home. We stopped at Waffle House for breakfast, where Katie tried to learn how to work a jukebox machine. Barry threatened to leave three of the girls, because they were taking so long in the bathroom, and that was fun. Everyone danced to whatever music was playing on the radio in the van, and several pictures and videos were taken.

I found out that Call Me Maybe isn't as bad as I wanted it to be. Neither is 1D. And so that really sucks.

Anyways, despite the music, not being on the beach, and the emotionalism that comes every year at camp, I had a ton of fun. I'm glad that everyone that went had raised enough money to go, because what would Student Life@The Beach have been without anyone to help me enjoy it?

That was really cheesy. But it's the truth, and I honestly don't care. Thanks for reading my Student Life Rant.

A Really Lame Excuse for the Lack of New Posts

So I haven't made a blog post in a while. I'd like to say that it's because I've been super-ultra busy or whatever, but it's only 'cause I like procrastinating way too much. I actually have four stories that I want/need to write, but I'm wasting my time by informing you, and you probably don't even care.

AHHHH NEW AVETT BROTHERS ALBUM COMES OUT SEPTEMBER 11 AND I CAN'T WAIT.

So I went to Lake Winnie, which is an amusement park close to where I live, and I rode my very first upside-down ride, the Fireball. It scared the crap out of me.

Which was probably why I kept riding it.

But oh well.

And then I had Adventure Camp, which is a sort-of VBS, but most things are original. As in decided by the church members, not by something from a Christian store or whatever. I don't know where people get VBS ideas.

Anyways, back to AC.

I had 9 seven/eight year old girls in my group, and there were three that were just freaking awesome. Their names have been changed, 'cause I didn't get their permission to share them on the internet, where some random stalker dude could find them. Jewel, one of my favorites (shhh), wrote a short story that she called a book, and she wants me to finish writing the second part for her. Lindsay, another favorite, told me that she enjoyed Adventure Camp because of me. Lauren, who is also a favorite, said she would invite me to her sleepover birthday party because I gave her candy.

And her party will probably be made up of a bunch of 8-year old girls.

Oh well.

At the end of Adventure Camp, I went with one of my friends to Six Flags. It was my first time going, so I didn't really know what to expect. But it was fun regardless. Out of all the coasters I rode that trip, the Ninja was the only one that I wouldn't ride again. And the Superman was by far my favorite.

Also, most Wednesday nights, I'll be helping with the summer musical at my church. It's a lot of fun, even though I have to work with kids closer to my age instead of the kids I'm comfortable working with. I'm not sure why. It just is.

Oh, and on June 12th, 2012, I had my very first bowl of gumbo.

Yeah, it was made outside in an unsanitary-looking tent, and it probably wasn't as good as it might be if I had gotten it from the actual Meo Mio's restaurant or Blue Orleans, but it was still freaking amazing.

I want more.

This is kind of a long post. And now to make it longer!

Okay, scratch that. I can't think of anything else to write.

Other than that the backstory of one of my characters reminds me a lot of the 100 Cupboards series.

And this post has officially ended.

Fare thee well!

End The Typos Movement

ATTENTION: TYPOS ARE DANGEROUS!
Unbeknownst to the human population, typos are plotting our doom! And not only the doom of the Earth, the doom of the entire universe, too!
So take great care to avoid them and, if possible, catch them in the most humane way possible and come to our circus showing the typos! Our laughter shall destroy them!

DUDE WHOA WAIT WHAT

Since when have we had 361 views?!


That's also my bus number...strange...


Oh well. 


Thank all the viewers and followers and stalkers and whoever you are! :D


So, I made up this thing called B.A.C.O.N. The rules are as follows.


-You must write one (1) story each day, including weekends.
-The story must not be less than half a page, or more than one (1) page. That means one (1) piece of paper is filled, front and back.
-You may not write one really really long story in one (1) day and split it up into 4 or 5 small stories. 


You can plan your story topics ahead of time, or just make spur of the moment decisions. You may or may not post your stories here. It's your choice. 




Today, by the way, is Day-


Um,


Eleven?


I think so, anyways.


I've noticed that I like to skip lines.


DFTBAaG!

Oooops. Sorry

Hey! Its Ash...im sorry i havent been able to post for...well..a long time...ive moved and everything. But i havent forgotten yall!! Ill try to post more often even tho my posts r super boring. But for now....ttfn!! (ta ta for now)



-Ash

D:

Okay, so ever since Ash moved, we haven't really been talking and/or staying in touch. Which sucks.

ASH COME BACK.

Or at least post.

Or something.

Please?