That’s a pretty fun number. Anyways, long time no type…I’ve been on a week-long pilgrimage with my church, as most of you know. I won’t bother you with all the details of the trip - I’ve been journaling the whole time and have no desire to rewrite all the facts, but if you’d like them they’re up at my dad’s blog (I wrote one of the posts, you’ll see) so check it out if you’re bored. The address is therapservices.net/blog/Justin. I think, anyways. If not, play with Google and you’ll find it.
The trip…wow. So different from what I expected. No big God-related revelations, but more little things in ways I never would have expected.
Like getting to know these kids. I don’t go to school in Southington like they do, so I only know their sleep-deprived, irritated, Sunday morning church school selves. This trip I randomly got to know them, especially Amanda, Michele, and Jason.
Amanda and I had always been “Hi, it’s Sunday morning, I’m tired,” and all that in church school, but I’d never really gotten to know her. I guess she always seemed different from the people I normally talk to, so I assumed we’d have nothing in common. Well, you know what happens when you assume. Turns out she is one of the sweetest, funniest. most genuine people I know, is amazing when it comes to giving you insanely purple-mascara, pink-eyeliner, white-eyeshadow eyes, has a knack for dying hair, makes amazing faces, and can pull off the fuzzy-blue-tiara look in the middle of a city. Nice to know. =)
Michele I’ve always talked to, but it was usually about church stuff like serving on the alter or playing music for a service. We got to talk a lot more this week and I learned more about who she was as a person, and I think vice versa as well. It was pretty interesting…we’ll pin it as a “God sighting” and let it go. She, too, can pull of the fuzzy blue tiara look, as well as playing a very nice Londonderry Air. Stop being so talented. =/
Jason and I pretty much never spoke before, so the fact that we talked at all was something in itself, but turns out he’s pretty entertaining, and is there to help you if you need him. I was trying to find Tom something, and he was definitely helpful, even though he still didn’t give me an idea of what to get… So yes. And he found a dragon.
What else about the trip? I realized how insanely much I depend on my friends and my family. I miss everybody loads…my mom, Siraya (believe it or not), Rachel and Bri, Danica and Vinnie and Vinnie’s front porch, Tom… Next time I think I’ll just drag them all along.
Bill, if you’re reading this, you better be in our chemistry class next year, okay? Actually, you better be in it even if you’re not reading this.
What else…Bailey!! Massive 3 year old St. Bernard and a huge softie. I miss that puppy. I got to brush him…he’s like a horse…but he was always there to hug if you needed him. He belonged to the warden, Helen, of the cathedral we stayed at on the Isle on Cumbrae. She was very nice, we liked her a lot. She was out pretty much every night with her weedwhacker or her pruning shears, keep the cathedral looking it’s best.
Macaroni pies = amazing. It’s macaroni and cheese. In a pie.
If I think of anything else later, I’ll just post again. Ah, the amazingness of blogs. So what else is new? What am I missing at home? I read the last Harry Potter, and apparently some people hate it? I loved it to pieces. Someone can tell…I think it was Sarah Sherman, that hah, I win because I was right and she was wrong. I finished it sitting on the floor of the airport as the kids we sent back home were waiting in a line I wasn’t allowed to be in. And I cried. On the floor of the airport. Bahaha, what a dork, no? Ah, well. What can you do? I liked that she explained the other point of view in that…part. And the section at the end. And one of the parts I cried at was stupid, it was happy crying, the part right after that Slytherin Padma speaks. She only speaks once, so you should know what I’m talking about. I’m trying not to spoil anything here. =)
Rawr, this computer is driving me crazy. Now that the pilgrimage is over and all the church kids are on the plane home, I’m at my grandparents’ house. I’ll be here for the next week. Upside? I love my grandparents to pieces and now I can use a computer. Downside? I miss the constant entertainment of my friends and this computer is driving me nuts. The internet’s about as good as the food on the plane ride over. Not very. Right now it won’t let me on at all, so I’m typing this post in a Word document. Ew.
I want to play Spit with someone. The card game? Emily creamed me at it when we played. Calum’s no fun in comparison. I wonder if Tom knows how to play…I’ll have to ask him when he gets back. It’s 5:33 pm here, 12:33 pm in Wolcott/Southington, and I think 10:33 in Montana, but I could be wrong. I’m going to play pinball for a little while. If I can get the internet up for a minute, I’m definitely grabbing a few of those stupid surveys to fill out. They usually kill time.
Haha, wow, first game score is 3,267,250. Not bad, not bad. It made me want to listen to The Who, but my iPod is lacking in that department. Arg. I want to write my story, but I’m still stuck. I wrote one paragraph of a prologue that I liked, and that’s it. What?? That’s it?? Gahh. Too much to worry about. Postcards, presents for people, plane ride home, Rachel’s birthday, Tom coming home (!!!), Block Island with church, wisdom teeth (that one gets some stars ***), Brianne and Katie’s birthdays, then school starts…aaaaah. And that means I have three books to read somewhere in there, none of which look any good.
Gah, stupid internet won’t load.
OMGDANICA!! I got free hugs. From free hugs people! I got umm…six. Yeah. Soo we’re definitely doing that some day.
I’m off to…do whatever it is Ionas do. I already reading (another) book today…so that’s out…I wonder if my iPod has any battery? Must check.
Much love, miss you all terribly. You know who you are.
--Iona
P.S. Woah, my dad fixed it. Temporarily, I’m sure, and it’s still slow. But it’s fixed. I miss Wifi…and Jason’s laptop…
6 responses:
Sounds cool. I gotta go on a pilgrimage, sometime...
(Yes, I see the inherrent irony in me going on a pilgrimage. But I have determined that, if there is a God, he must be a great appreciator of irony. Besides, it's like an adventure.)
Also, my Chem class... we gotta do this big ol' Math packet... lemme jus' go see the period...
'ere: Period 3, with Temme in room C134. Yeah, 1/3 of that was unneccesary. :P
omg iona i miss you!!! come home joyce!!
and i cried to.
or, i did my recent equivalent of crying, which is pretty much my throat closing up and my eyes watering.
like, i dunna, an allergic reaction.
maybe i'm allergic to empathy.
i've mentioned my inability to cry, right?
point is: good book!!!!!!!!!!!
(moment of thought)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and i too have 3 books to read. ugh. i haven't seen vinnie lately. i'd go now but it's raining and porch+rain=um, wet?
and he wasn't home yesterday. neither was ari.
plus i baby sat today and yesterday. yay fifty bucks.
agh, i'm rambling. miss you so much.
xoxo,
Danica
(i dunna which one is hugs and which one is kisses. but w/e)
alright lets see where to start with that post....
yes i do know how to play spit
no you don't need to bring anything back from Scotland for me, but i know you will
I miss you more than words can say
Iona have fun with your remaining days and ill try not to kill myself out of boredom, not a lot to do out here in Montana, (cept miss you ofcourse)
have fun,
talk to you soon i hope
<3 Tom Cosgrove
PS. (you got the times right 7 hour difference here, ohh and im happy your not permanently purple, =P)
<3
holy crap, tom reads your blog?
awesome.
hi, tom!
or tom impersonator.
Hey Honey
Don't have any way to talk to you so thought I would comment and tell you how much I miss you and Cal. I hope you are having fun at Hope Bothy! We have so many memories there. I remember when you were 2 1/2 and Calum was a baby and you managed to hike all the way up. Calum was in the backpack and all was well with the sheep because they were scared and ran away when we were walking past but the cows were a different story. They surrounded us and I was scared to death and you were like in your little accent, "Come on Mummy lets go." Have never like cows since! I also remember when you and Cal climbed bucket hill by yourselves.
Oh well, have fun and don't forget if you get a chance read the log book! You have written in there many times through the years. Love to everyone!
Miss you tons!
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