Last week some time I took a fire cracker off of a set of 16 so I could just light the single one. It had a nice long fuse on it, so I figured I'd be fine. So I lit it, pulled back to I could launch it fast, and before I even pulled forward, it blew off while it was in my hand. That fuse didn't even last one second. I was holding it inbetween my thumb and middle finger. It scared the crap out of me, and hurt a little bit. But it didn't leave any marks or burns. After about 2 minutes the pain (which wasn't really much) went away. My rough, all-calloused hands came in handy for a change!
I went down to Appleton yesterday to visit some friends (and so some laundry for free). It was a nice drive there, good weather, had a great time hanging out. We had some grilled out chicken and burgers, shopped at the mall, bought a candle that smells like heaven, watched Nacho Libre, and played Mau till 3 in the morning. Got to bed at 3:30, then had to get up at 7:30 to be back to camp by 10:00 for a meeting that was super boring! It was a good trip tho... it was worth it! I'm exhausted though... and I'm ready to go to bed.
Lastnight was a crazy night. I was running all over the place, trying to go from here to there getting this and that done. Then the 4-wheeler I had decided to die on me. Then I went and lost the key for it. I could sit here and tell you everything that went wrong, but then I'd just get myself all angry at it again. Just know it was a sucky night! Glad its gone and done with.
This week Faith is camping. Jeremy and Jesse are volunteers this week too. So there's four Nelsons here. Quite the overload. I love it though. It's great being able to see my siblings for a little bit. I get to pester them and boss them around and stuff (not really, but I'll pretend to). Now if I could only see my mommy, daddy, sara-poo, and my dog... come up here family!
So I'm just sitting here down in the dungeon with Andrew Hampe, we're working on mass producing the MP3s and CDs for the campers. It's so exciting doing this! (can you hear the sarcasm enough?) But it's been a good week. I think I've got a good tech crew. Funny thing is... I think I know the least about this tech stuff than anyone else on my team... and I'm the leader. Makes sense...
Anywho, it's been a successful first week. I think we're getting set in our roles and getting comfortable with our jobs and each other. I think it will be a good summer.
I decided to jog on a regular basis. Today was the start of a wonderful journey. It took me about 15 minutes to jog about 2 miles. I couldn't tell you if that was good or bad, but I'm assuming it's not too bad for my first run. It just about killed me. After 10 seconds, I was out of breath. After 2 minutes I got my first side ache. Then after about 4 minutes my shins began to crack. After 6 minutes my muscles began to shut down. Shortly after that, my whole body went numb, and the blindness set in. I'm not sure how I made it back here, but I did. I'm sweaty like a pig and my body hates me.
I'm excited to do this everyday now! And Drew already asked me to join him for a jog after dinner. Hopefully it's like a 3 minute jog.
An old friend once said that when there's a girl in my life, that I don't leave room for God. Looking back at my dating relationships, it's true. This is more bad news for me.
I like attention from girls, and I like giving them my attention. When there's a girl I just seem to devote all my free time and attention to them. When I have the option of hanging out with a girl, or going and hanging out with God... you can guess who wins every time.
In light of this... I've got 2 options: don't get married ever, or start working on that. As much as I want to get married, staying single isn't that bad. I wouldn't have to worry about taking care of a family. And I would feel sorry for any girl that ends up with me... I'm a messed up guy. I've got lots of downfalls and problems that I wouldn't want to make any girl deal with. As I said though, I'd really like to get married. I love the idea of having a wife and a family of my own.
SO! That leaves me with working on my problem (one of the many problems I've got). I need to stop doing some things and start doing other things. I guess it really comes down to being a MOG. I need to become a MOG. I'm definitely not acting like one right now, and I haven't been for a long time. I gotta stop devoting so much time to girls and more to God.
I really don't know why, but I've been feeling really lonely lately. Even sometimes when I'm around other people I feel lonely, and I never really want to be alone. You know what I'm saying?
Today Ivy went home, I'm gonna miss her a bunch. Justin and Sarah went up to the great state of Canadia. I'm definitely gonna miss them too.
Good bye's definitely suck.
On the other side... saying hello is nice too. The whole Childers klan is up here for family camp. It's nice to see them. Got to talk with Mike and Sue and Bill and Brian. Me gusta mucho. I can't wait for Jeremy and Jesse to get up here and work. And there's some peeps from ACC working here too... like Mr. Fluger and Hannah... who else? I'm excited to be working here with Matthew Wilhelm this summer also. Yee-ah! Can't wait to see the ICC group when they come up here, hopefully I'll have some free time then to hang out with them.
Now if only I could get Adam and Super Suave to come up here!
So I wake up at 1am this last morning, and I dunno why I woke up or how I discovered this... but I found a tick in my armpit. Sick. I don't know why... but it really freaked me out. I figured I'd just get it out in the morning... but I just couldn't get back to sleep. Just knowing it was there kept me awake and freaked out. I just did not like the idea of an insect sucking my blood with it's head in my flesh all while I was sleeping. So I got it out. Then I smashed the crap out of that tick. Showed it who is boss. A slow, painful, cruel death. That's what it gets for bothering me like that and messing my sleep up. Freakin tick.
I'm sick too... some kinda cold or somethin. It's time for summer, but it's still cold enough for me to see my breath at night! The weatherman is doing a terrible job of dictating weather.