I went to The Factory Church today with Brody, Kristen and the kids. It is a very interesting Church. Lots of candles and dim lighting, very introspective feeling.
It was a nice Church to visit, I could see myself going back, but it was a little too dark. And for some reason I just could not sit still at all. I dropped my pin and the cap disappeared and I really wanted to find it, but I didn’t want to start crawling around on the floor next to these girls feet and all that. I almost just got up and stood in the back, but I didn’t want to seem like I was on crack…
Afterwards we went to Puckett’s for lunch, where I had a killer burger. I’ve been needing a serious burger for a long time. Very tasty!!! Brody proceeded to gush blood out his nose and order things he would never eat. Then we went for some Ice Cream, I love strawberries…
There are very few times where I willingly sit through a seminar, speech, rally, sermon or especially a class and I don’t have my Pins.
If I have to sit in one place for more than 15min and I am not going to be directly addressed by anyone I will slip away into another world.
Those of you that know what I’m talking about know better than most how unbearable it can be to sit in one place and stair at something blankly. If I have a pin and some kind of paper I’ll be ok.
For some reason I always end up in this little fantasy world with robot people and strange vacuum machines.
I love to draw…
just don’t ask me to draw something…
First things First, the Church service was normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. I heard a few “yall’s” and few other things that made me chuckle. I think since I lived in on West Coast for so long I’m just used to hearing a lot of different accents but nothing over the top.
Here is a little something I wrote about why southern accents crack me up…
I know this probably isn’t a nice thing to say, but in my head a southern accent has been equated to “being slow“. (mentally) So sometimes I laugh when I hear people say certain things.
The other one is this characture on a cartoon that I’ve seen who has a southern accent and he’s gay. So, every now and then I hear people say things that make me laugh.
Im sorry if this offends you, I know its not nice, but if you’re having a conversation with me and I start to chuckle its ok to kick me in the shin… I wont even make you apologize.
After Church I grabbed my back pack and took a ride on the Scooter…
This things so much fun, but at the same time it’s a little intimidating. Not because of the raw power, but because of the people behind you looking at you as if to say, “I could squash you like a bug”.
I’m sure there not saying that…
