Well, I have been pretty incactive latley, and really not for any good reason. I'm just lazy as hell. ^-^

But anyhooseee, here's da news!

Well, see, I got back two days ago from a church mission trip to a little bitty town called Canadian Texas. I live in Texas, and I haven't even heard of it, really. So as you can imagine, I was really friggin excited (note the sarcasam). But before I tell you of the trip, here is some breaking news: My Dad crashed my inheritance. The same day we were leaving for the trip, Dad totaled our 1500 red Dodge Ram, which is my baby. I was gonna get him when I got my liscense. Now hes...crippled....-sniffle- Poor Big Red.... T.T But he's gettin repaired. So I think he's gonna be okay now.

Anyways, for most of the week I hung out with only five people, the pink haired wonder and my withdrawn blue streaked friend mostly. I was working at the YMCA for the whole week, just playing with kids. They had a pretty awesome Y too, with a requetball room and a big gym. They even had a Wii there that I never got a chance to play. Most of the time the kids would go to the Y when their parents were away and just play by themselves or with whoever was there, so it was cool giving them a playmate. I was so worn out by the end of the week though. Where do they get all of the energy? I played raquet ball and dodgeball (imagine twenty yoga balls in a raquetball room flying around and hitting people in the face, and that's what I mean by dodgeball) and had pool noodle wars with kids. I've finally recovered enough energy to post a journal.

The town was actually really really nice. They had an awesome skate park and a drug store, even a tiny, cute little movie theatre. I think my favorite place of all time, though, was the citadel. The place was a house. Someone had actually lived there once. It was a huge three story estate (the third stroy being a basement) full of beautiful antiques and one of a kind works of art and paintings. The house itself, and the way everything was arranged,was art. The man who owned it came from a very wealthy family, who started in ranching generations back and worked into oil when it first became useful. I beleive the house, alltogether with all of it's art,was maybe around three milion dollars. At least. It was amazing. I only took two pictures...just because you should go to Canadian and see it for yourself.

And the guy that owned it, a man named Dr. Joseph, broke all steryotypes that I ever had of rich people. He was the nicest guy, and I just loved his face. He was really short, with thinning white hair, really kind eyes, and those crinkles in the corners of his eyes that show that he smiles and laughs constantly. And man, he could talk. He had such a mototmouth, but he was a sweetie. He was actually at the house (since he put it on display he moved to a smaller house a little ways down the street) to change lightbulbs. Greatest guy.

Anyways, I have a good bit of awesome pictures that I'll be putting up on DA in a day or two (thanks to my looovley model, Aubrey ~<3)

Ily all <3
Always and forever.