There once was three whales, except they were wells.

Pretty much how I feel right now. Thanksgiving was awesome. My mom did not disappoint with providing her usual amazing repertoire of awesomeness (mashed potatoes, yams+marshmallows{surprise for me; I love this dish}, and of course PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Dad made an amazing turkey and it was just awesome hanging out with the family and looking at all of my brother's awesome sketches. Just watch one of these days he's going to be famous. For something. It might be drawing. It might be one of those awesome stories. Or something else. I didn't do any homework over break but I brought home a couple of Dr. Seuss books, Rudolph (you better know which I'm talking about), and a Snickerdoodle cookie recipe. I feel so accomplished. Anyway Thanksgiving break rocked. Up until now. I'll get to that in a minute.

Now in the last blog I said I was going to share what it was God had revealed to me. Well, here it goes. God violates our expectations. Constantly. This is God we're talking about. He comes down to our world and does the exact opposite of what we expect a god would do. Instead of flaunting power, he becomes powerless and weak and a nobody. Instead of commanding armies, he teaches fishermen. Instead of blowing people away with power, he blows them away with love. Instead of living a long and prosperous life, he dies poor and young. Yet this is the paradox of God. He didn't see equality with God as something that any human could do despite somehow being both God and human. He was humble even though he had every reason not to be. He was loving to those who killed him. He lived his life constantly searching and seeking out those he could help. And what does he do today?

Oftentimes the exact opposite of what I expect him to do. I think he's going to give me something because he can use me through it and he proceeds to not give it to me. He throws me into situations I didn't think would happen. Right now I did not think I would be in the middle of the Medford airport waiting for a bus to take me to Eugene at dark-thirty. Yet here I am. I didn't think Riley's family would take me over to their house for a couple hours to pass the time(Of course that happened because I wanted to see if she was back yet and I could hitch a ride; didn't quite work like I expected). But they did. I expected to be in Eugene right now watching the Grinch. Instead thanks to fog, the plane had to land in Medford and they're bringing up a shuttle or a bus or something to get me up to Eugene. Yay life. But here's the thing I'm realizing as I'm sitting here. My life is constantly going to be upset by stuff. How do I react though? That's the important thing. How willing am I to change my will for God's? So that might have been a lot more flow of thought than anything. Hopefully it made sense.

Oh, and airlines give you free pizza if you have to wait forever even if it isn't their fault.

So, what else?

Um...how about if you read past this line your room will be attacked by vicious poisonous fang-toothed comets?

You still reading? You're doomed. The worst part about those little buggers is that you never know when they're going to strike.

You think I'm making this up? Do I have anything to gain by making this up? Beside making my blog a little longer. Fine. If you don't want to believe that the comets will attack your room. I'll just end here.


If not, well I don't have anything so I'll end here.

Make that here.

Eh, why not continue for another line?

I feel like I could do this forever.

Okay actually really ending.

Syke!

Okay that was cruel. This is the real end.

Or not.

......................AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!......................

ΪητεЃηαι ЁЃЃθЃ

So, first things first. The wallabies with machine guns. It was a long hard fought battle with the wallabies taking a long time to make their way up the hill but a well-timed Jell-O bomb brought them the victory. This post-battle summary brought to you by Wallaby-Mart (The place where Wallabies shop)

Anyway, so unless you don't know me, I made it to Nationals (Woo-hoo!!!) and placed 89th out of 350-odd. It was an awesome experience for me. The team came up and watched me and Stephanie (Which rocked. Thank you all of you.) I didn't really have many fun thoughts during the race (but I heard all of the cheering people) and I wish I could say that the Nike dinner thing was cool, which it was, but it wasn't remarkably entertaining. Although, I did have faith in my directional skills when we were wandering around the Nike Campus. I wanted to find the Nolan Ryan building which I thought would be really cool. And using my amazing directional skills I found...the Mike Schmidt building. Close enough. At least I didn't lead us to a mud path like Dan did. Anyway, my parents came up too and it was fun spending the weekend with them. The course itself was full of gluck (I will make this a word in the English language before I die) so it was slow, but it was a blast.

Anyway, I'm in the Eugene airport waiting for my plane to start boarding which means I might just randomly end this and pick up later. I'm stoked to go back home for Thanksgiving with family (I get to see Jake. Haven't seen him in a couple months. We get to swap college stories) , food (Turkey, and rolls, and pies, and other amazingness), and fun. (Don't exactly know what it is but it'll rock)

I'll share what God revealed to me recently in the next blog guy because I want to make sure I can devote enough time to it because it's pretty cool.

So, I'm going to sign off and pick up again in a couple days since I think they're going to start boarding in five minutes. Instead, of me talking I leave you with audio of a highly-trained Navy Seal fighting a wallaby.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-KCHKHHK! Snap!

Good thing my Navy Seal skills kicked in time to snap that wallaby gun before it hit me. That would have been painful.

CHKCHKCHKCKHCKCHKCHCKHKCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAHHHHH!!! Get off my face you little furry creature. Unnnhhh! Ok, where'd you go?

CHKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKHCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHKHKCHCKCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

bzzzzzzt.

End of recording.

How I Wish I Could Calculate Pi

So...

Blogtime again.

Last time I took us on a journey through my thoughts during my last race. I could do that here except a lot of my thoughts were real jumbled and there wasn't much in my thoughts that was remarkably interesting. So first a couple of quick highlights. Ran 25:15 got 13th either just made or just missed Nationals. So overall a good race. Observations about said race.

1. I definitely had Skillet's "Awake and Alive" in my head through the warmup (possibly because Brandon said we were going to wake up our legs at the beginning) but not at all during the race. I don't actually think I had any songs stuck in my head during the race.

2. During the race I didn't really hear people distinctly unless they were alone or had a really distinctive voice or they were Dan. Thanks for the "Hammertime" Dan. And thanks to everyone else who was cheering.

3. Normally my brain takes the words it hears and rearranges them into other words. Like if someone says "Go Sam.", my brain takes it and turns it into "So Mag" or "Mo Gas" or it swaps an "o" for an "e" and makes it "Games." Anyway, it took until Mile 4 for my brain to do that. It usually happens within the first mile. Weird huh?

4. There was a lot of gluck everywhere. I don't think I need to define that word. If you were there, you know what I mean. Some people would prefer to call it "mud", but I prefer to call it "gluck". I think it gives a much better image and it is much more fun to say. Oh, and just so people know, "gluck" and "mud" are not synonymous. Gluck is a specific species of mud most native to rainy cross country races with lots of dirt in them.

5. It took me about 5 minutes after my race was over to realize I could eat sugar again. (If you don't know, Heike challenged us to go the whole two weeks before Conference without eating sugar junk foods {so stuff like fruit didn't count as sugar}) I'm still deciding whether that was too long or too short.

6. I lost at Ninja way too many times for having just played one in an online Mafia game. Of course, I'm not very good at the game anyway, but still. We were bored and the awards ceremony was taking forever to show up.

7. Chocolate Frosties rock!

So, what else? Oh yeah, I had lots of celebratory candy the remainder of the day and am now back on my regular level of sugar. Jed and I got into a little discussion about "happy candies". These are the kind of candies that make you really happy as opposed to candies that just make you feel satisfied that you are getting sugar. Everyone has their own happy candies and happy candies can vary. For me, happy candies usually involve sour and gummy.

What else? My friend Zach showed up for a little visit. We managed to convince multiple people that he was actually Jed's brother Isaac (Zach for short) and even get some comments on how similar Jed and he looked. (They don't) So, if we told you that was Isaac this weekend, it wasn't.

Okay, let's see what else. I wish I could say God has been showing me amazing revelations, but he just seems to be happy with doing stuff that forces me to rely on him more and more, which I suppose is a good thing. It's frustrating though when you'd rather do things your way (although, there might be a good reason why that's not the way things are going).

Oh, and I'm taking a class in math that would probably terrify the rest of you and is providing some unique challenges for me. I had to memorize this definition and apply it.

The limit of a sequence a_n as n→∞ equals a, if and only if for all ε>0, there exists some N in the natural numbers (1,2,3,4...), such that for all n ≥ N, |a_n-a|<ε

Now that I've terrified all of you, that's one of the easier things in the class. It's nowhere near as fun as it sounds. Yes, you heard that right. Me of all people is not enjoying a math class. Weird, huh?

And...I don't have that many more non-sequiturs to throw at people so I'll leave you with this one. As I sit here listening to the David Crowder CD Church Music I think I've determined "How He Loves" is my favorite song on the CD and the CD is about twelve and a half times better if you listen to it straight.

Okay, join us next time for the rabid wallabies with machine guns story.