So, this weekend, I went to Spirit West Coast in Del Mar and it friggin' rocked! I saw so many concerts and jumped my legs off. One of the best parts of it all though, was the fact that all the bands were just walking around(THEY WERE LIKE PEOPLE hahaha). I was able to meet Wavorly, The Wedding(yes, that's a band), Kutless(haha, sort of), Above the Golden State(haha awesome story), and Thor Ramsey(not a band, but I met him). Oh, and Phil and Evin Wickham bumped into me at the Needtobreathe concert(haha).
One of the speakers was a man without limbs named Nick Vujicic. He was amazing! If you ever get a chance to see him, DO IT!
Again, it was a great weekend and if you didn't go this year(you may not live to see tomorrow), I reccomend you try to go next year or to the one coming up in Monterey if you live near there.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Absolute Chaos
So, aparrently my dad and Cynthia had a horrible weekend together. They had... let's just say creative differences. My dad's new songs were too happy and up-beat for her, so she refused to sing it. Then, they each had different ideas for how a certain part of the song should go, and decided they would create a vote. Without telling anyone who's was who's they played each of the parts and asked Nick and Traci which was better. Both Nick and Traci agreed that my dad's was better and Cynthia was ticked!
Mother's day came around, and Mor Mor(Sweedish for grandma) went over to my dad's house for the day. I'm not completely sure what happened, but I guess Cyndie somehow messed up with her plane ticket or something and was screaming into the phone at the airport employee. I wasn't there, but I wish I was because apparently, she found out she was wrong and stormed out and yelled at Mor Mor...(wait for it), to which Mor Mor relied, "Find your power Cynthia!"(they are in some kind of cult). Cyndie wanted nothing to do with it, went outside, and screamed bloody murder. She then walked around outside in her pajamas for a couple of minutes(yikes!).
Now, let's get back to the cult thing. My uncle Mark definately needs God. He is one of those people with a ton of money, everything he wants, and is missing something. He tried to find out what this was by joining a cult. In this cult, you pay ahead of time(a very large sum) and the only way to reach fulfilment, is to complete the following course which costs even more money. There is always another step and nobody ever gets this "fulfillment". My uncle Mark has been telling Nick how great it is(he's in like the advanced course now) and Nick, being a youth pastor, has been avoiding, but this time he had no choise and is spending the weekend at this cult. Last night he came home with a long story(he likes to tell those) and it was hilarious. I think i've rambled enough now, so i'll keep it short. Nick showed up to this thing and was basically the class-clown. He mocked everything in his head, and ocassionally, it would come out of his mouth(hahaha). I'll just tell you one of their exercises. So, they had been sitting in these metal chairs for 13 hours now with one 20 minute lunch break, and everyone was hurting. In this exercise, they were told to pinpoint their pain and hurt in their lives and close their eyes. When they opened their eyes, they would be healed(???). Everyone in the room with the exception of a few people said their pain was gone. Basically the way it works is that you already paid before you came, so if you don't participate and buy into this bull, you just wasted a boat-load of money, so eveyone forces their brains into believing it and we have what we call a cult.
So, to those of you have reached this point, I congradulate you! I now allow you to treat yourself to anything in your fridge. You deserve it! ;)
Mother's day came around, and Mor Mor(Sweedish for grandma) went over to my dad's house for the day. I'm not completely sure what happened, but I guess Cyndie somehow messed up with her plane ticket or something and was screaming into the phone at the airport employee. I wasn't there, but I wish I was because apparently, she found out she was wrong and stormed out and yelled at Mor Mor...(wait for it), to which Mor Mor relied, "Find your power Cynthia!"(they are in some kind of cult). Cyndie wanted nothing to do with it, went outside, and screamed bloody murder. She then walked around outside in her pajamas for a couple of minutes(yikes!).
Now, let's get back to the cult thing. My uncle Mark definately needs God. He is one of those people with a ton of money, everything he wants, and is missing something. He tried to find out what this was by joining a cult. In this cult, you pay ahead of time(a very large sum) and the only way to reach fulfilment, is to complete the following course which costs even more money. There is always another step and nobody ever gets this "fulfillment". My uncle Mark has been telling Nick how great it is(he's in like the advanced course now) and Nick, being a youth pastor, has been avoiding, but this time he had no choise and is spending the weekend at this cult. Last night he came home with a long story(he likes to tell those) and it was hilarious. I think i've rambled enough now, so i'll keep it short. Nick showed up to this thing and was basically the class-clown. He mocked everything in his head, and ocassionally, it would come out of his mouth(hahaha). I'll just tell you one of their exercises. So, they had been sitting in these metal chairs for 13 hours now with one 20 minute lunch break, and everyone was hurting. In this exercise, they were told to pinpoint their pain and hurt in their lives and close their eyes. When they opened their eyes, they would be healed(???). Everyone in the room with the exception of a few people said their pain was gone. Basically the way it works is that you already paid before you came, so if you don't participate and buy into this bull, you just wasted a boat-load of money, so eveyone forces their brains into believing it and we have what we call a cult.
So, to those of you have reached this point, I congradulate you! I now allow you to treat yourself to anything in your fridge. You deserve it! ;)
Thursday, May 7, 2009
National Day of Prayer
Personally, I think everyday should be the day of prayer. To me, that's like having a national day of breathing. It just doesn't make sense.
Anyway, I just learned that Cyndie is coming tonight at around 11(I guess there is something to pray about). For those of you unaware, Cyndie is my crazy step-aunt who helps my dad write songs(actually she just sings them). By the way, i'm supposed to call her Cynthia now(BLAH!) because she thinks it's more sophisticated or something. Luckily, i'll probably be asleep when she comes and i'm leaving tomorrow so I probably will only see her for a few minutes(still BLAH!). Just knowing she will be sleeping in my room is enough. Last time, I didn't know she came, and I got home from school to find anti-wrinkle junk on my desk and women's undergarments on my bed(DOUBLE BLAH!).
Also, for those of you wondering about their(my dad's) music, here's a link to her site:
http://www.cynthiadelaria.com/?c=music
I wonder if I get extra allowance for that plug. MUHAHAHAHA
Anyway, I just learned that Cyndie is coming tonight at around 11(I guess there is something to pray about). For those of you unaware, Cyndie is my crazy step-aunt who helps my dad write songs(actually she just sings them). By the way, i'm supposed to call her Cynthia now(BLAH!) because she thinks it's more sophisticated or something. Luckily, i'll probably be asleep when she comes and i'm leaving tomorrow so I probably will only see her for a few minutes(still BLAH!). Just knowing she will be sleeping in my room is enough. Last time, I didn't know she came, and I got home from school to find anti-wrinkle junk on my desk and women's undergarments on my bed(DOUBLE BLAH!).
Also, for those of you wondering about their(my dad's) music, here's a link to her site:
http://www.cynthiadelaria.com/?c=music
I wonder if I get extra allowance for that plug. MUHAHAHAHA
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