Taidaima!
I'm back from ASB!!!
And I'm alive!
We got in about 5 AM this morning and I spent about an hour online before going to sleep. I had pretty much slept the entire way back, which was like eight-nine hours but the temptation of a bed was just too much after a week of hard ground and lumpy air mattresses.
It was certainly an experience. A great one too. I will never forget the good people of Danville. Ever. They've changed my views of the South and of Southern people. The whole God thing was definitely founded (50 churches, one every mile, etc) but they're pretty good, nice, welcoming people. I am definitely doing this next year. And joining Habitat for Humanity. Now that I've got some badass stair making skills, I can totally put my skills to work. ^_^
Anyway, we got back unharmed. We got into NYC about 4 AM but took a little detour to Queens to drop off Stella (our fearless leader). Ya haven't lived until you've gone 80 mph to Queens from Manhattan. She made the 30 min trip in like 10 mins. But Queens is really cute! They have houses! And a lawn! And trees! I would like to live there. That would be a nice place to live...Best of both worlds.
So I'm back. I have laundry to do, I'm half-heartly eating and I have tons of homework to do. I'm gonna do my Chem essay tonight, read tons of stuff tomorrow, start on my Russia essay (or at least look over the stuff I need to do) tomorrow too since I conveniently forgot it's due this Friday. But it's all good.
Since it's Saturday, my roommates haven't come back yet so it's nice having teh place to myself. It's nice really. Calm and quiet.
I wonder when the other car got in though. After their speeding ticket, they slowed down so damn much (200 miles behind us) but it's understandable. To make one mistake not twice, but three times has got to make them think they weren't gonna do it again. And besides, the budget wouldn't take another hit to it. Already we have Steve's two tickets and Kendra's. That's got to be at least $300 dollars and we have like $900 altogether.
Still it's funny as hell. I mean Kendra was going sooo damn fast. We couldn't even see them any more and we were in the good car with Stephen driving. He's the cutest man (him without his shirt on *drool*) you've ever seen but so totally gay. But still, yummy. I was a bit worried about Stella the other half of the way though... She kept driving on the line... But I was asleep so quickly, I didn't really worry about it.
Anyway, the journal entries to my days in Danville follows. Picture post will follow this in about a week or however long itr to takes me to compile everything from the group. I'm cutting every entry, as well as postdating them to the correct date. They're long so if you feel up to reading a couple pages about my trip to Danville, each written after the work day at the church, have fun. :)
It's so nice to be back though. We got back into NYC and it was so weird being in Danville for the week and being back in the city... The buildings seemed weird. The cars, the people, the whole feel of everything. It makes me long for Hood River and small town America. Which is weird because this is Sherry saying that. She loves big cities. But you definitely get used to living in Danville, even if it was just for Spring Break.
Someday I want to go back and look at these houses that we helped to build. Someday. :)
I'm back from ASB!!!
And I'm alive!
We got in about 5 AM this morning and I spent about an hour online before going to sleep. I had pretty much slept the entire way back, which was like eight-nine hours but the temptation of a bed was just too much after a week of hard ground and lumpy air mattresses.
It was certainly an experience. A great one too. I will never forget the good people of Danville. Ever. They've changed my views of the South and of Southern people. The whole God thing was definitely founded (50 churches, one every mile, etc) but they're pretty good, nice, welcoming people. I am definitely doing this next year. And joining Habitat for Humanity. Now that I've got some badass stair making skills, I can totally put my skills to work. ^_^
Anyway, we got back unharmed. We got into NYC about 4 AM but took a little detour to Queens to drop off Stella (our fearless leader). Ya haven't lived until you've gone 80 mph to Queens from Manhattan. She made the 30 min trip in like 10 mins. But Queens is really cute! They have houses! And a lawn! And trees! I would like to live there. That would be a nice place to live...Best of both worlds.
So I'm back. I have laundry to do, I'm half-heartly eating and I have tons of homework to do. I'm gonna do my Chem essay tonight, read tons of stuff tomorrow, start on my Russia essay (or at least look over the stuff I need to do) tomorrow too since I conveniently forgot it's due this Friday. But it's all good.
Since it's Saturday, my roommates haven't come back yet so it's nice having teh place to myself. It's nice really. Calm and quiet.
I wonder when the other car got in though. After their speeding ticket, they slowed down so damn much (200 miles behind us) but it's understandable. To make one mistake not twice, but three times has got to make them think they weren't gonna do it again. And besides, the budget wouldn't take another hit to it. Already we have Steve's two tickets and Kendra's. That's got to be at least $300 dollars and we have like $900 altogether.
Still it's funny as hell. I mean Kendra was going sooo damn fast. We couldn't even see them any more and we were in the good car with Stephen driving. He's the cutest man (him without his shirt on *drool*) you've ever seen but so totally gay. But still, yummy. I was a bit worried about Stella the other half of the way though... She kept driving on the line... But I was asleep so quickly, I didn't really worry about it.
Anyway, the journal entries to my days in Danville follows. Picture post will follow this in about a week or however long itr to takes me to compile everything from the group. I'm cutting every entry, as well as postdating them to the correct date. They're long so if you feel up to reading a couple pages about my trip to Danville, each written after the work day at the church, have fun. :)
It's so nice to be back though. We got back into NYC and it was so weird being in Danville for the week and being back in the city... The buildings seemed weird. The cars, the people, the whole feel of everything. It makes me long for Hood River and small town America. Which is weird because this is Sherry saying that. She loves big cities. But you definitely get used to living in Danville, even if it was just for Spring Break.
Someday I want to go back and look at these houses that we helped to build. Someday. :)