My snowboard is leaning up against the wall, looking like a sad and neglected pet. Cheer up, little guy, Christmas is coming.

Be on the lookout for the Brian David Band. We're going to have an awesome fall.

You know, I'm not the most athletic kid around by any means, but I do love a good game of volleyball. It just makes me feel good.

Band week is here, and I'm pretty dang stoked. For some reason I was all pessimistic last week, and now here I am running around and being all hyper as though this was my first time on leadership or something. I really love this band. I got really excited talking to some kid's parents today and started talking incredibly fast until I finally had to just stop and breathe. I'm just that excited about band. Thank God, too, because I needed to be excited about something that didn't involve hot dog vending.

I'm exhausted and have an early morning ahead, so I'm gone. Leave me comments and love.

Listening to - Celebrity by the Barenaked Ladies

Jaylene Jones is awesome and everybody should take her sweets and flowers.

We have a new kitchen table at last. Let's hear it for end-of-summer sales at Wal-Mart and incredibly cheap college students.

[edit, Nov 23 2010: the picture is gone, but it used to be a plastic picnic table sitting in the kitchen of 114]

I have just clocked out for the last time, and now I'm going back to the Worthley's house to pack.

Summer is officially over.

Augh... I just wrote this really long farewell email to all of the employees of the bank, and now I'm getting responses and it's getting me all emotional. I'm going to miss my co-workers.

I'll be in Waco around mid-afternoon on Tuesday, so if anybody wants to do dinner let me know.

Wow. Three entries in one day. Guess I'm a geek.

But would a geek be driving THIS?



The answer, of course, is no. We all knew that.

So on a scale of 1 to 10, my summer job rates at approximately "The Best in the Universe." Yesterday I got to take the car shown above to get it washed so that it would look nice and pretty for the final month of the Switch to Legacy campaign before we gave it away. And since the local park is so very close to the carwash... of course you understand my dilemma. I couldn't very well let a perfectly good photo opportunity get away. So I got some pictures. Hooray.

See the rest of my photos!

Quote of the Day
My dad, starting a story: "Years ago, before it was illegal..."
Me: "All great stories begin this way."

Listening to - Blue Mix by Five Iron Frenzy

As my last customer of the day reminded me, I have at last found something about Hinton I will most certainly not miss. To all of the mothers of daughters in my church, I address the following comment:

I do not wish to marry your daughter. If this changes in the near future, I will be sure to do something about it, but for now it is safe to assume that I am simply not interested. Your concern for my matrimonial state of being has been duly noted and will be added to our records. Thank you for holding, have an excellent day.

Okay, for some reason Blogger was removed from the filtered sites. Hooray.

Wow, it's amazing how un-ready I am for summer to be over. There was a time, not so long ago, when I didn't mind when summer ended. These were the summers when I was in Waco and waiting for my friends to come back so that we could play. Now, I've been playing all summer and don't see why school should have to start and cause the playing to end. I like to play.

I suppose it will be good to get back, though. While it's been fun hanging around with high schoolers and old people all summer, I guess I should probably spend time with people who are my age. This will, however, mean my "fun quotient" could possibly be reduced greatly. No more weekly volleyball, no more band to drum with, and no more junior high kids who will just automatically assume that I'm cool. But then, there will once again be lunches after church, bowling with the K-Psi sweetheart, theme days in marching practice (and the subsequent return of the hilarious togas), and other such magical things.

A funny thing happened just now, as I sat here typing: it started to rain, and everybody got really excited. It's been kind of a dry summer, you see, and that's been bad for the local crops. And in these parts, if you're not a farmer then you've got a good friend who is. So when it starts to rain, you start feeling good. You can smile because your friends who are farming can relax for another day or two and not have to worry about when it's going to rain. So in Waco, when it rains, I always get excited and 80% of my friends will start complaining, and the rest of them want to go outside and romp around. I just like to sit and smile. And now I remember why.

But anyway, that was a completely unusual tangent about weather. Usually I don't like talking about weather, because I feel like a failure as a conversationalist since everybody talks about the weather. I should probably get over that.

Since I can't listen to music...

Humming - How Great is Our God by Every Praise Band in Existence

Today is sad. For today, Blogger was added to the filtered sites at my work. I can only get ten minutes of time to write entries, and I am just not that fast of a thinker. I'm not a rusher of processes, you see.

Customers await. Away I must go.

I tell you, when I first came to college I would have sworn up and down that I was a conservative and a Republican. Now, here we are, three years later, and I don't even think I can classify myself anymore.

http://www.politicalcompass.org/

I took this test after my freshman year of college and landed directly in the center of the compass. Neither left nor right, neither for nor against control of the government. I was the most opinionated ambivalent person you would ever have met.

Today, in between customers, I took the test again, and found that I had moved slightly (very slightly) towards libertarianism and anarchism. But only by about a half a point. I can't find the link, but I took another quiz before the last election and found that I agreed with Kerry on just as many issues I agreed with Bush. Point being: I am a male registered voter between the ages of 18-24 (supposedly a very important demographic, TV tells me), and I am apparently an undecided voter. So why on earth am I not getting more free stuff from politicians who want me to vote for them? I think I'm entitled to a little bribery every now and again, and so I would like to collect.

Politicians, convince me.