Hello, avid followers. It is time to update the blog again. I have mostly not been doing it because I'm on my gap year and I've had to write loads of prayer updates, which are like blog posts but a bit more boring and easier to understand. Anyway the gap year is drawing to a close, which means I'm back up in the blogosphere. This is good news for you because you really like my blog and you have been very sad that I have not been making the words go on it.
I did kayaking today. It's part of my super cool gap year job where I spend most of my time outdoors doing really fun stuff. Sometimes I wonder if it really counts as a job, because it is quite rad. This morning my job was to traverse the treacherous waters that separate Llanelli from Burry Port, whilst learning interesting techniques and terminology that helped me to go forwards.
The afternoon consisted of bobbing around in North Dock and capsizing a lot. We practiced Eskimo rescues, braces and other exciting things. My colleague (and friend) Jacob nearly did an Eskimo roll. This was his second time in a kayak. I think inland kayaking would suit me better than sea kayaking, because paddling a kayak in a straight line feels monotonous after a while, whereas capsizing never gets old. It's super fun.
Hey, if that stuff interests you, I would recommend checking out our webpage. We're currently recruiting.
Tell you what wasn't so much fun - the party I went to yesterday. Some of my friends were going and they were all like 'It's open invite, the theme is psychedelic, some guy is going to be wearing a horses head!' It sounded totally off the hook, and in my mind I was envisioning the greatest party of my life so far. I went home and put on my Optimus Prime voice changer mask, then applied gaffa tape to my shoes. After that I got over excited and wrapped up my neck and shoulders, which restricted my breathing a little. I experimented with my arms in the hopes of having no skin on show, but it restricted blood flow too much. As a finishing touch I applied a piece of twine to the mask in such a way that it could not be removed, for I had resolved to keep it on all night.
Half an hour later I found myself gnawing animalistically at that twine in a darkened room full of strangers. It was hot under mask and the sweat was getting into my eyes. The plus side of my perspiration was that the tape peeled easily off my clammy flesh. The party was firmly on the hook, a 'sit down and talk while a live band plays' affair. I knew about four people there. It was essentially the eighteenth birthday party of a complete stranger. I decided the time was right to leave after a pretty big guy came up to me and asked me who I was on behalf of the birthday girl. She'd probably seen me dancing, so I wasn't surprised that she was eager to find out.
The worst part is that I'd turned down the opportunity to watch a movie with my life group (church bros) because I wanted to go to the party so much and the party was totally lame and it was all my fault. It's almost like the party in itself wasn't super lame, but my being there was awkward and unnecessary. I felt a little bit old because everyone was in the school year below mine, which is weird because those people will soon be my fellow freshmen.
Oh glerb this song is the bees knees. Lots of people tell me this music is annoying, but that only makes me more 'alternative', which means the same thing as cool. When I'm rolling in paper I'm going to turn some of it into this album. Some more of it will become a charger for my iPod. That would be swell.
Okay good. I only have two more weeks in which to break social policy, so get those numbers in to me pronto.
I did kayaking today. It's part of my super cool gap year job where I spend most of my time outdoors doing really fun stuff. Sometimes I wonder if it really counts as a job, because it is quite rad. This morning my job was to traverse the treacherous waters that separate Llanelli from Burry Port, whilst learning interesting techniques and terminology that helped me to go forwards.
The afternoon consisted of bobbing around in North Dock and capsizing a lot. We practiced Eskimo rescues, braces and other exciting things. My colleague (and friend) Jacob nearly did an Eskimo roll. This was his second time in a kayak. I think inland kayaking would suit me better than sea kayaking, because paddling a kayak in a straight line feels monotonous after a while, whereas capsizing never gets old. It's super fun.
Hey, if that stuff interests you, I would recommend checking out our webpage. We're currently recruiting.
Tell you what wasn't so much fun - the party I went to yesterday. Some of my friends were going and they were all like 'It's open invite, the theme is psychedelic, some guy is going to be wearing a horses head!' It sounded totally off the hook, and in my mind I was envisioning the greatest party of my life so far. I went home and put on my Optimus Prime voice changer mask, then applied gaffa tape to my shoes. After that I got over excited and wrapped up my neck and shoulders, which restricted my breathing a little. I experimented with my arms in the hopes of having no skin on show, but it restricted blood flow too much. As a finishing touch I applied a piece of twine to the mask in such a way that it could not be removed, for I had resolved to keep it on all night.
Half an hour later I found myself gnawing animalistically at that twine in a darkened room full of strangers. It was hot under mask and the sweat was getting into my eyes. The plus side of my perspiration was that the tape peeled easily off my clammy flesh. The party was firmly on the hook, a 'sit down and talk while a live band plays' affair. I knew about four people there. It was essentially the eighteenth birthday party of a complete stranger. I decided the time was right to leave after a pretty big guy came up to me and asked me who I was on behalf of the birthday girl. She'd probably seen me dancing, so I wasn't surprised that she was eager to find out.
The worst part is that I'd turned down the opportunity to watch a movie with my life group (church bros) because I wanted to go to the party so much and the party was totally lame and it was all my fault. It's almost like the party in itself wasn't super lame, but my being there was awkward and unnecessary. I felt a little bit old because everyone was in the school year below mine, which is weird because those people will soon be my fellow freshmen.
Oh glerb this song is the bees knees. Lots of people tell me this music is annoying, but that only makes me more 'alternative', which means the same thing as cool. When I'm rolling in paper I'm going to turn some of it into this album. Some more of it will become a charger for my iPod. That would be swell.
Okay good. I only have two more weeks in which to break social policy, so get those numbers in to me pronto.