I realized halfway through the last post that I hadn't yet said anything about my mission call. However, as it is by far the most important even ever covered by this blog, I figured it deserved its own post. I guess I'll just tell what happened.
On Friday the 19th, I woke up, just like I do every day. I went to breakfast, pushing it for time before my first class at 7:30- Issues of Terrorism. Class was good, we discussed options for counter terrorism and anti-terrorism (there is a difference!). After class, I went back to my room, where I studied... something. Don't really remember. At 11:30 I met Sydney at the bench and we went to lunch, as we do every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We ate something, then I, with deliberate casualness, walked over to the mailroom. Sydney accompanied me. I approached my mailbox, turned the key... and there it was. A large white packet. I pulled it out and read the name on the front: Elder Jarek Taylor Buss. From the Office of the First Presidency. Again, with deliberate slowness, I turned to show Sydney. She agreed to come with me to the temple, where I had decided to open it. We set out on our way...
At this point, we began to meet friends on the way who freaked out at the news and made me swear to tell them my assignment. Still, slowly, surely, we made our way to the temple. Sydney went into the visitors center to await me, as I had determined to open it on my own. I walked behind the temple, onto the grounds behind it, and climbed the hill to the pavilion where I had the mountains behind me, the sea in front of me, and the whole town before me. Needless to say, I said a fervent prayer of gratitude and asked for the knowledge that wherever I was called was right. At last, I set up the video camera for my mom, then opened it calmly. I pulled out the letter and began to read...
Yet, even as I started to read, I couldn't help my eyes flashing to the second line where I saw the words, France Toulouse Mission. I thought, "Ok, France is good. It will be a good mission." Still, I read the line aloud: "Dear Elder Buss: You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the France Toulouse Mission. It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 24 months..."
Considering that to be the end of the call, I continued reading aloud without looking ahead, still coming to grips with France- not disappointed, but not ecstatic. I hadn't really considered that I would actually go to France for my mission (kind of a been there, done that attitude). Therefore, my surprise was genuine when, one line later, I read, "You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Mandarin Chinese language." At this point, I think my brain shut off. I became ecstatic. Everything made sense, everything felt right. I was blessed to know that this call is making the most of my skills and allowing me to serve in a way few people can. INCREDIBLE. I stood up, turned off the camera, said a prayer of thanks, and called my parents. I read the letter aloud to them, talked to them, then proceeded to tell everyone I know.
This is the part where everyone started freaking out.
"Oh my gosh!"
"So awesome!"
"No way!"
"France, that's gre- wait, WHAT?"
"There are Chinese people in France?"
"That's perfect for you!"
"I wish I were going on a mission!"
"I'm so excited for you!"
I hope, they call me on a mission, when I have grown a foot or two. I hope by then I will be ready, to preach and teach and work as missionaries do... I hope that I can share the gospel, with those who want to know the truth. I want to be a missionary and serve help the Lord while I am in my youth...
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
"Eating chocolate isn't as bad for you as being an idiot" and other thoughts on the past week.
Thanks to McCall for the awesome quote that's today's title. We were eating candy for dessert in our Family Home Evening group on Monday night, when she mentioned that she hates it when people talk about how it's dumb to bless 'refreshments' to nourish and strengthen our bodies (ha ha, I'm one of those people. Sorry, call me one of little faith, but I think it's a little much to ask for donuts, ice cream, or cake smothered in frosting to be healthy for us when, if we really wanted to be healthy, we could go eat an apple instead). Anyone, we discussed it, and she threw out the above one-liner. Much enjoyed.
Anyways, this week in short... pretty standard until yesterday. My class in the morning was canceled, but that only cleared up my schedule for more work. You see, yesterday catering was overloaded with events. A lunch for 250 people, a dinner for 56 people, and the Winter Ball for 450 people. With setup, serving/maintaining a buffet line, and cleanup, it was around-the-clock work, with those who worked the full shift going at it from 8am to 4am. No joke. As for my part, I went in at 8 until I left for choir at 1, then came back after Chinese (3:30) and stayed until 5:20. In the midst of all this I was trying to figure out what the heck was going on with my men's a capella group, the Beach Boyz. We were supposed to sing for the ball but were unsure of when or how. I was also a little anxious about us being in tune... also, while there are eight of us in the group, due to scheduling conflicts, I took us down to four just for this performance. That raised issues... anyway, I'm starting to ramble and ceasing to make sense. So at five-thirty our little group met in the gym to have a soundcheck (the people I called told us we needed one). After waiting around for forty minutes, we were told by the dj that we couldn't have one (teachers with classrooms in the same building and come in and complained about the people before us) and that we didn't really need one anyway. Sigh, forty minutes out the window. Still, after that we had a nice little rehearsal and I felt waaaay better about our upcoming performance. We sounded good, lol. Then we had a 'debriefing' where they told us that we would sing fourth in the series of performers between 8 and 8:30. They also told us that our names were on a list and that we would get in free. By now, it was a bout 6:30, so I hurried back to the hale, showered, read my scriptures (ten minute head start on my half an hour a day!), picked up a pitch pipe from Potter, then went to meet my date, Miss Jessica Jane Hagemeister. We met up and walked to the ball... where they wouldn't let me in without a ticket. More than a little frustrated, I got a hold of my contact, who made some phone calls... turns out, we all needed tickets, though they were giving us discounts. Here, I'm inserting a quick reference so you'll understand what I'm about to say:
Single ticket: $15
Couple ticket: $25
Discounted single: $13
Discounted couple: $20
Single ticket plus discounted single: $27
Ok, to explain. I had bought Jessica a normal ticket because I thought I was getting in free. Then they offered to sell me a discounted single ticket, which would have made my total more than a normal couple ticket. After a lot of frustration, an angry walk back to the hale to get cash, and some negotiating, they let me just pay five dollars more, getting the overall price of the discounted couple ticket. They also agreed to let in my singers who were only coming to sing, not eat or dance. Phew. So... in the end, it actually was an advantage to me (I saved five dollars off the regular price) but the miscommunications between the ball planners cost a lot of frustration and headache. Not the best way to start off the evening. Alas, guess that's life.
By the time we got in, it was eight o'clock and I was supposed to be backstage getting ready. I tried to get poor Jessica situated, then kept running back and forth. At long last, it was our turn, we got up onstage, and gave it our best. We sang "Faith" by George Michael and "Kiss the Girl" by Sebastien the crab. If you don't mind me saying so, I think we did pretty well. The setup was a little strained, but we worked with what we had and sounded good. Oh yeah.
Offstage, back to our table, grabbed some food (first since noon, soo hungry), and tried to eat fast so that I could dance with everyone else at our table who, due to lack of singing, was already finished. Finally, after finishing off the meal with a delicious ice cream sundae, the dance really started and my worries were over. Had a lovely time.
Stayed out late, but not too late, because... this morning (Friday) I was up at 7:20 to go attempt to earn my SCUBA certification. Fear not, gently reader, and trouble not your mind with anticipation, for as we shall soon see, our hero did prevail. *Ahem* So... up fairly early (especially for a holiday), grabbed a bite to eat, sacked a lunch, and piled into the cars to meet with our dive instructors and return to electric beach. Things went so much better this time for me, I can't even begin to describe my relief. One, I am no longer sick. Two, I knew what to expect with the weights and the level of difficulty, which I underestimated last time. Three, our skills were mostly done, so we got to spend most of our time just having fun, swimming around looking at sea turtles and trumpet fish (I actually saw both of those today!). It's incredible (but hard) learning to operate in a world that has three planes- up/down, left/right, and forward/backward. Practice helps though, and I at last had a couple of moments today where I really felt like flying, not like an awkward toddler bumbling around. Way awesome, way exhausting, so cool. We dived twice, loaded everything back up, and returned to the dive shop where we washed everything and put it all away. Finally, the much anticipated certification card (or at least a temporary paper copy) was awarded in a thrilling graduation ceremony (we all clapped for each other then took a group picture). Yours truly is now a certified scuba diver, free to rent equipment and dive at his leisure (or at least as my pocketbook allows).
Now, returned from this awesome day, I sit in front of my computer, resisting the urge to fall asleep. I hope you have understood something out of all this- I'm officially putting in a disclaimer on comprehensibilty. 'Night, y'all.
Anyways, this week in short... pretty standard until yesterday. My class in the morning was canceled, but that only cleared up my schedule for more work. You see, yesterday catering was overloaded with events. A lunch for 250 people, a dinner for 56 people, and the Winter Ball for 450 people. With setup, serving/maintaining a buffet line, and cleanup, it was around-the-clock work, with those who worked the full shift going at it from 8am to 4am. No joke. As for my part, I went in at 8 until I left for choir at 1, then came back after Chinese (3:30) and stayed until 5:20. In the midst of all this I was trying to figure out what the heck was going on with my men's a capella group, the Beach Boyz. We were supposed to sing for the ball but were unsure of when or how. I was also a little anxious about us being in tune... also, while there are eight of us in the group, due to scheduling conflicts, I took us down to four just for this performance. That raised issues... anyway, I'm starting to ramble and ceasing to make sense. So at five-thirty our little group met in the gym to have a soundcheck (the people I called told us we needed one). After waiting around for forty minutes, we were told by the dj that we couldn't have one (teachers with classrooms in the same building and come in and complained about the people before us) and that we didn't really need one anyway. Sigh, forty minutes out the window. Still, after that we had a nice little rehearsal and I felt waaaay better about our upcoming performance. We sounded good, lol. Then we had a 'debriefing' where they told us that we would sing fourth in the series of performers between 8 and 8:30. They also told us that our names were on a list and that we would get in free. By now, it was a bout 6:30, so I hurried back to the hale, showered, read my scriptures (ten minute head start on my half an hour a day!), picked up a pitch pipe from Potter, then went to meet my date, Miss Jessica Jane Hagemeister. We met up and walked to the ball... where they wouldn't let me in without a ticket. More than a little frustrated, I got a hold of my contact, who made some phone calls... turns out, we all needed tickets, though they were giving us discounts. Here, I'm inserting a quick reference so you'll understand what I'm about to say:
Single ticket: $15
Couple ticket: $25
Discounted single: $13
Discounted couple: $20
Single ticket plus discounted single: $27
Ok, to explain. I had bought Jessica a normal ticket because I thought I was getting in free. Then they offered to sell me a discounted single ticket, which would have made my total more than a normal couple ticket. After a lot of frustration, an angry walk back to the hale to get cash, and some negotiating, they let me just pay five dollars more, getting the overall price of the discounted couple ticket. They also agreed to let in my singers who were only coming to sing, not eat or dance. Phew. So... in the end, it actually was an advantage to me (I saved five dollars off the regular price) but the miscommunications between the ball planners cost a lot of frustration and headache. Not the best way to start off the evening. Alas, guess that's life.
By the time we got in, it was eight o'clock and I was supposed to be backstage getting ready. I tried to get poor Jessica situated, then kept running back and forth. At long last, it was our turn, we got up onstage, and gave it our best. We sang "Faith" by George Michael and "Kiss the Girl" by Sebastien the crab. If you don't mind me saying so, I think we did pretty well. The setup was a little strained, but we worked with what we had and sounded good. Oh yeah.
Offstage, back to our table, grabbed some food (first since noon, soo hungry), and tried to eat fast so that I could dance with everyone else at our table who, due to lack of singing, was already finished. Finally, after finishing off the meal with a delicious ice cream sundae, the dance really started and my worries were over. Had a lovely time.
Stayed out late, but not too late, because... this morning (Friday) I was up at 7:20 to go attempt to earn my SCUBA certification. Fear not, gently reader, and trouble not your mind with anticipation, for as we shall soon see, our hero did prevail. *Ahem* So... up fairly early (especially for a holiday), grabbed a bite to eat, sacked a lunch, and piled into the cars to meet with our dive instructors and return to electric beach. Things went so much better this time for me, I can't even begin to describe my relief. One, I am no longer sick. Two, I knew what to expect with the weights and the level of difficulty, which I underestimated last time. Three, our skills were mostly done, so we got to spend most of our time just having fun, swimming around looking at sea turtles and trumpet fish (I actually saw both of those today!). It's incredible (but hard) learning to operate in a world that has three planes- up/down, left/right, and forward/backward. Practice helps though, and I at last had a couple of moments today where I really felt like flying, not like an awkward toddler bumbling around. Way awesome, way exhausting, so cool. We dived twice, loaded everything back up, and returned to the dive shop where we washed everything and put it all away. Finally, the much anticipated certification card (or at least a temporary paper copy) was awarded in a thrilling graduation ceremony (we all clapped for each other then took a group picture). Yours truly is now a certified scuba diver, free to rent equipment and dive at his leisure (or at least as my pocketbook allows).
Now, returned from this awesome day, I sit in front of my computer, resisting the urge to fall asleep. I hope you have understood something out of all this- I'm officially putting in a disclaimer on comprehensibilty. 'Night, y'all.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Long time no see... aka, the Music Man, Tsunami, a Dance Recital, SCUBA,Terrorism, Mission Papers, Waimea Bay, and the Beach Boyz
So... yeah. So much for every week. I'll try to do better, promise. Ok, items will appear in chronological order.
The Music Man: A week of three dress rehearsals and three full-on performances. Quite a blast; v. busy, as might be expected. Well, it's long enough ago that details aren't readily coming to mind... for any who didn't know, I was Tommy Djilas, the town ruffian. A couple of lines and a lot of dancing. We had a great time with the Shipoopi... look it up :) However, in the midst of the musical, there was the...
Tsunami: Friday night I misjudged my health and presumed that I would be able to catch up on sleep the next day, so I stayed out late. Like, really late for me. Three o'clock in the morning, anyone? Anyway, at about midnight I think, we started getting text reports of a tsunami warning coming from an earthquake in Chile. We shrugged it off- it's seriously like the third one we've had this year. However, things started to appear more serious when, driving back from Kaneohe, we noticed HUGE traffic around gas stations as people stocked up for the disaster. We still laughed; after all, getting gas? It's an island, you can't go that far... We ended up going and hanging out on the point, watching the waves and talking. More texts came in, with reports of sirens to go off starting at 6 am and possible evacuations of the Hales. Finally, I went to bed around three, pretty much unworried (I live on the second floor of the dorm that's the farthest back from the beach. Pretty safe). The next morning I got up about ten, got ready for the day, and decided to go to the hill behind the temple, not for safety (though it certainly would be safe), but for a good seat to watch whatever happened. Sydney and I made our way up and picnicked on the hill, where we watched the entire thing unfold. That is to say, we watched nothing unfold. The warning, while much appreciated (good to know the system works), ended up being no more than that. After an hour of nothing, long past the anticipated arrival time, I went back to my dorm to get some homework done, With half the day blown, I had a lot to do. That night, theatre lived up to its maxim- the show verily did go on, without fail. It was the best performance by far, and a fantastic end to an unusual day.
Scuba: The week after the musical, without time for my health to recover (feeling a bit under the weather with a cold/flu bug), I started right into my scuba certification classes. After studying the material, reading the textbook, and watching a fascinating (*cough cough*)movie about scuba, it was time for the academic class, Wednesday night. Things proceeded great- I aced every quiz and exam. However, there was one slight complication...
The Dance Recital: So, my good friend Ali, long-time co-participator in the musical and former swing dance partner, asked me to perform our swing dance from last semester's "So You Think You Can Swing?" with her for her dance class' show. The only problem- the first performance was right in the middle of the scuba class. Thankfully, the scuba instructor, Tyler, is the nicest man I've ever met and allowed me to run off in the middle to change into a costume (just a white shirt and slacks), throw a girl around a stage, then hurry back to take the final exam. I passed with flying colors, then rushed back to the auditorium for the second show. Did it again, then happily joined the audience to watch the rest of the performances, which were, kudos to the dance class, amazing.
Scuba 2: Thursday night was time for our pool dives- our first practical application. Crazy cool but wicked cold- it was rainy and windy and nighttime. It was a relief to be able to stay underwater where we were protected from the elements, but it was still a bit chilly. Spent a good four hours doing a swim test, fighting my way into a stupid wet suit, practicing scuba skills like emergency ascents and buoyancy control (just use your lungs!), packing the frickin' heavy equipment (you forget after being in the water) out of the pool, and fighting my way out of the stupid wet suit. At long last, left for home cold, hungry (missed dinner because I was interviewing with the bishop just beforehand), and exhausted. Not good for my still temperamental health, lol. Still, way cool to breath underwater!
Terrorism: I am currently taking the awesome class, Issues of Terrorism. The main term project is an assignment in red-teaming: planning out a fake terrorist attack in order to better understand how real terrorists work. My group, the Queen's Liberation Army, is a nationalist Hawaiian group that's fighting to get mainlanders out (don't point out the irony that our whole group is white, please. We are aware)and restore sovereignty to the Hawaiian people. So... we decided to attack a hotel in downtown Waikiki. Lots of tourists. I won't go into detail about our plans, but we spent Friday afternoon conducting the necessary surveillance at various hotels, before choosing the Ilikai. Anyway, we had a good time with that. Also spent some time in a pub getting pizza and then at the mall getting frozen yogurt and then spent an HOUR waiting at the bus stop. Ridiculous. Anyway, a good day in town. Just in case, for the whole terrorist thing, I'll put up the official disclaimer:
This is a fictional exercise for the BYU-Hawaii course ‘Issues of Terrorism’. Please contact Dr. Brian K. Houghton at 808.293.3209 if you have questions concerning this assignment.
Scuba 3: Two ocean dives! Saturday morning got up and drove to Haleiwa where we met with our instructors, then drove to the west side of the island to Electric Beach where we put our practice into... well, practice. Way cool, though the waves were a bit annoying as we kept rolling back and forth on the ocean floor (we weren't deep at all, only 26 feet at max). Practiced more skills, did a little exploring, saw more fish than I've ever seen before in my life, and had a lot of fun. Wish I had an underwater camera!
Mission Papers: They're in! Interviewed with the stake president and got them turned in on Sunday the seventh. The call should come tomorrow (Friday) or the next day! There will be an update on that shortly, fear not.
Waimea Bay: Last Saturday we (Ali, Jessica, Sydney, Dane, Jefferson, Nate, Lauren A, Joanna, and myself) decided to spend the day at Waimea Bay, the best beach on the island. Soooo good. Great sun, great waves, great hitchhiking... yeah. We were waiting at the bus stop anyway, so we stuck out our thumbs... more accurately, we made the girls stick out their thumbs. Poor Sydney and Lauren did their best without success, so we sent up Jessica. First try, a guy with a truck pulls over and picks us up. We all piled in and enjoyed the ride up the road. He didn't take us very far, but we had a good time and then caught the bus once he dropped us off. Nice guy. We made it to the beach, played in the waves, played frisbee, picnicked, tanned... I love Hawaii.
The Beach Boyz: Last but not least, I have been putting a men's a cappella group together. So awesome. Our debut performance will be next week at the Winter Ball. It's going to be awesome. Anyway, today we finally decided on a name. After considering Treble in Paradise, the Ritardandos (a personal fav), the Single Laddies (we would have had to sing a little Beyonce), etc, a vote finally brought us to the Beach Boyz- funny because it's been done, but without a z. We also live on the beach, ha ha ha... hopefully it will generate positive feedback, lol.
Well... I think that's close to everything. For more, perhaps refer to my friends' blogs. They've kept more up to date. I will post soon about my mission!
The Music Man: A week of three dress rehearsals and three full-on performances. Quite a blast; v. busy, as might be expected. Well, it's long enough ago that details aren't readily coming to mind... for any who didn't know, I was Tommy Djilas, the town ruffian. A couple of lines and a lot of dancing. We had a great time with the Shipoopi... look it up :) However, in the midst of the musical, there was the...
Tsunami: Friday night I misjudged my health and presumed that I would be able to catch up on sleep the next day, so I stayed out late. Like, really late for me. Three o'clock in the morning, anyone? Anyway, at about midnight I think, we started getting text reports of a tsunami warning coming from an earthquake in Chile. We shrugged it off- it's seriously like the third one we've had this year. However, things started to appear more serious when, driving back from Kaneohe, we noticed HUGE traffic around gas stations as people stocked up for the disaster. We still laughed; after all, getting gas? It's an island, you can't go that far... We ended up going and hanging out on the point, watching the waves and talking. More texts came in, with reports of sirens to go off starting at 6 am and possible evacuations of the Hales. Finally, I went to bed around three, pretty much unworried (I live on the second floor of the dorm that's the farthest back from the beach. Pretty safe). The next morning I got up about ten, got ready for the day, and decided to go to the hill behind the temple, not for safety (though it certainly would be safe), but for a good seat to watch whatever happened. Sydney and I made our way up and picnicked on the hill, where we watched the entire thing unfold. That is to say, we watched nothing unfold. The warning, while much appreciated (good to know the system works), ended up being no more than that. After an hour of nothing, long past the anticipated arrival time, I went back to my dorm to get some homework done, With half the day blown, I had a lot to do. That night, theatre lived up to its maxim- the show verily did go on, without fail. It was the best performance by far, and a fantastic end to an unusual day.
Scuba: The week after the musical, without time for my health to recover (feeling a bit under the weather with a cold/flu bug), I started right into my scuba certification classes. After studying the material, reading the textbook, and watching a fascinating (*cough cough*)movie about scuba, it was time for the academic class, Wednesday night. Things proceeded great- I aced every quiz and exam. However, there was one slight complication...
The Dance Recital: So, my good friend Ali, long-time co-participator in the musical and former swing dance partner, asked me to perform our swing dance from last semester's "So You Think You Can Swing?" with her for her dance class' show. The only problem- the first performance was right in the middle of the scuba class. Thankfully, the scuba instructor, Tyler, is the nicest man I've ever met and allowed me to run off in the middle to change into a costume (just a white shirt and slacks), throw a girl around a stage, then hurry back to take the final exam. I passed with flying colors, then rushed back to the auditorium for the second show. Did it again, then happily joined the audience to watch the rest of the performances, which were, kudos to the dance class, amazing.
Scuba 2: Thursday night was time for our pool dives- our first practical application. Crazy cool but wicked cold- it was rainy and windy and nighttime. It was a relief to be able to stay underwater where we were protected from the elements, but it was still a bit chilly. Spent a good four hours doing a swim test, fighting my way into a stupid wet suit, practicing scuba skills like emergency ascents and buoyancy control (just use your lungs!), packing the frickin' heavy equipment (you forget after being in the water) out of the pool, and fighting my way out of the stupid wet suit. At long last, left for home cold, hungry (missed dinner because I was interviewing with the bishop just beforehand), and exhausted. Not good for my still temperamental health, lol. Still, way cool to breath underwater!
Terrorism: I am currently taking the awesome class, Issues of Terrorism. The main term project is an assignment in red-teaming: planning out a fake terrorist attack in order to better understand how real terrorists work. My group, the Queen's Liberation Army, is a nationalist Hawaiian group that's fighting to get mainlanders out (don't point out the irony that our whole group is white, please. We are aware)and restore sovereignty to the Hawaiian people. So... we decided to attack a hotel in downtown Waikiki. Lots of tourists. I won't go into detail about our plans, but we spent Friday afternoon conducting the necessary surveillance at various hotels, before choosing the Ilikai. Anyway, we had a good time with that. Also spent some time in a pub getting pizza and then at the mall getting frozen yogurt and then spent an HOUR waiting at the bus stop. Ridiculous. Anyway, a good day in town. Just in case, for the whole terrorist thing, I'll put up the official disclaimer:
This is a fictional exercise for the BYU-Hawaii course ‘Issues of Terrorism’. Please contact Dr. Brian K. Houghton at 808.293.3209 if you have questions concerning this assignment.
Scuba 3: Two ocean dives! Saturday morning got up and drove to Haleiwa where we met with our instructors, then drove to the west side of the island to Electric Beach where we put our practice into... well, practice. Way cool, though the waves were a bit annoying as we kept rolling back and forth on the ocean floor (we weren't deep at all, only 26 feet at max). Practiced more skills, did a little exploring, saw more fish than I've ever seen before in my life, and had a lot of fun. Wish I had an underwater camera!
Mission Papers: They're in! Interviewed with the stake president and got them turned in on Sunday the seventh. The call should come tomorrow (Friday) or the next day! There will be an update on that shortly, fear not.
Waimea Bay: Last Saturday we (Ali, Jessica, Sydney, Dane, Jefferson, Nate, Lauren A, Joanna, and myself) decided to spend the day at Waimea Bay, the best beach on the island. Soooo good. Great sun, great waves, great hitchhiking... yeah. We were waiting at the bus stop anyway, so we stuck out our thumbs... more accurately, we made the girls stick out their thumbs. Poor Sydney and Lauren did their best without success, so we sent up Jessica. First try, a guy with a truck pulls over and picks us up. We all piled in and enjoyed the ride up the road. He didn't take us very far, but we had a good time and then caught the bus once he dropped us off. Nice guy. We made it to the beach, played in the waves, played frisbee, picnicked, tanned... I love Hawaii.
The Beach Boyz: Last but not least, I have been putting a men's a cappella group together. So awesome. Our debut performance will be next week at the Winter Ball. It's going to be awesome. Anyway, today we finally decided on a name. After considering Treble in Paradise, the Ritardandos (a personal fav), the Single Laddies (we would have had to sing a little Beyonce), etc, a vote finally brought us to the Beach Boyz- funny because it's been done, but without a z. We also live on the beach, ha ha ha... hopefully it will generate positive feedback, lol.
Well... I think that's close to everything. For more, perhaps refer to my friends' blogs. They've kept more up to date. I will post soon about my mission!
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