I'd eat clouds if they were on my plate.

I wore shorts yesterday.

Wednesday was the day my stereotypical view of San Diego came true. It was blistering hot. I couldn't help but feel like a rustler making his way through the desert trying to get to a town as I made my way to my car in the parking lot. I wore jeans that day and I could feel little pricks of heat in my legs. It was miserable. So to combat the heat I woke up and threw on shorts for Thursday. It turned out a bad choice. San Diego decided to trick me and bring back the cold windy clouds. I was happy to be in shorts so it though so it didn't faze me too much. So I'm gobbling down on some banana bread heading in the direction of my next class when I saw a good size group of people standing around these big posters.

I walked over to check it out. Some organization had made around 7 of these posters. On one of side of the poster there would be the word "Love" and the other side would have the word "Hate." Smack dab on top would be one word. There were markers at hand so you could write on the great wall of papers. As I made my way to where the large group was I saw posters labeled as Dating, Men, Goverment, and America. The crowd was around the poster with Christianity up on top. Both sides had tons of writing. I stood in front of it for about 15 minutes and watched it. People would come up every now and then and mark each side. As I watched people mark up the hate side I think I died a little in the inside. People hated how Christians are hypocrites, they hate the fundamentals who won't stand for evolution, they hate how people have killed in the name of Christ, they hate how preachers jump around the bible taking it totally out of context to prove a point. They say that Christianity is bullshit, that we are brainwashed idiots, that the answer to life is found in ourselves.

All around me people were talking. A group of students behind me were discussing their opinions on why Christianity had spread so much around the world and continued to grow. The girl next to me pointed out and told me that dinosaur bones always made her question the faith. Some guys besides me were talking about how Christians believed in ridiculous fairy tales.

Hearing all this talk made me wish people would be able to see God easier. I really like clouds. When the sun hits the clouds just right to give them that yellow glow I can't help but think of God. I see those puffy shapes in the sky and know that there is a God out there who made those. It's too bad I can't just point at the sky to make people realize God's existence.

Drum circle anyone?

craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!

I think I'm turning into a hippi. I've got the long hair and oh crap, what's this! daaaannnnnng ittt! I'm wearing a tye dye shirt. This is not good.

Seriously, this guy has converted me to being all for non-violence. The guy has some legit logic and scripture behind it. At first I thought he was a coward, now I realize he's much more of a champion. That's all for now, I have to go plant some apple seeds.

Going Up?

There is something magical about elevators. They are like a rectangular world inside our round one. I used to oppose them. I was the type of person who would huff up the stairs because I wasn't going to be the lazy fool who used elevators. I always thought of myself as John Henry. Big and black and willing to challenge any new technology that was trying to put me away. As I charged up the stairs I was making a statement. I am so much better then an elevator.

Anyways, I caved in and started riding elevators. They are soooo much fun. I'm convinced that the best 30 second conversations come from elevators. I hop in and you've got people trapped in the box. They have to talk if you start gabbing. Sometimes you get some interesting folks who you wish could stay on the ride longer but unfortunately time is short on the lift. That little downfall is made up for when you get on, only to get stuck with Mitochondria Mitch.

Good Bye Number 20

crap, less then 10 hours until i turn of age to become a six gun lover and booze monster. I guess i'll spend the remainder of my present age boxing apes or pitter pattering the city.

cruisssssssennnnnn............

The wheels slowly clicked forward as they passed over each square piece of sidewalk. My feet were planted square on the front of the board as I stood tall and relaxed with my whole body leaning forward in anticipation. The hill in front of me was a true monster. Their were cracks, rocks and divots that would end any fool's fun if they dared to attempt the impossible. Cars whished in both directions on the road as I started to pick up momentum.

click.

click.
click.click.

It was like the start of a huge roller coaster, except this didn't guarantee safety. I started to coast and get to the point where I knew it was time to either commit or leap off.

"Jesus! Be Careful!"

I leaped off the board and snatched it up. "oh, I will." I said to the neighborly fellow going from his home to his car. I then strolled down the hill thinking to myself about all the ways I'm not like Jesus. Just for starters, Jesus never skateboarded.

Quod scripsi scripsi

I discovered the book section in the library today.

It was just like border's except everything was free and their magazines have plastic around them. I wandered through aisle after aisle trying to decide what I wanted to learn about or entertain myself with.

I found "A Clockwork Orange" which had been suggested by a friend of mine but I couldn't stop there. I found the spot where they had tons of books on religion and grabbed Lewis's Screwtape letter because who doesn't find a book on demons and the devil fascinating. Lastly, I grabbed a book on Mormons. Normally, I would stray away from such a book but I've heard so many things about what they believe and their history that I have to make sure that they are really as ridiculous as they seem to be.

I think my roommates find me quite a book worm. The last couple of nights I've been sucked into books into the later parts of the night. It just feels so good to read with some comfy slippers, my favorite sweats and a glass of pumpernickle dough. I really need to invent some kind of mechanism to hold my book while I lay in bed. My arms are really really tired. It's the cost of reading I guess.

And the son who had no choice to keep them together..

I've jumped on the Arrested Development bandwagon. The only problem is the bandwagon is stuck in the mud indefinitely. But the good news is that I've just discovered it, so everything is fresh and new to me. If you havn't seen the show get on it. There is nothing better to do. The writer's strike has everything on rerun lockdown so it's not like your missing one of your favorite shows, unless it's Lost. But that's only once a week, well twice if you spend the following day dissecting the latest episode online. back to the topic. Watch Arrested Development now. Tally hop!

The Cry for Help

I surfed this morning.

Pulling into the parking lot, i zipped my sweater up because it look chilly outside. The parking lot was filled with tons of older guys and most of them had long boards. It wasn't looking promising for me and my six foot shortboard. I hopped out of my car and walked to the edge of the beach to scan the ocean. There were a good amount of guys out in the water but thankfully they were all spread out. Wind was making the waves mushy but every now and then a set would come handing out rides to select surfers. Realistically it was not that great out there but I had to get in the water.

I paddled out to a part in the lineup that wasn't too crowded. Through the first hour of being out there I caught quite a few good waves and definitely had the most fun surfing in San Diego since I've been here.

There were a group of 5-7 of us in my area and there was another large batch of surfers closer to a point break down the beach. As I sat out there checking for incoming waves I noticed this dude a good 100 yards out past where I was. He started to yell for help. I looked at the guy and girl nearest to me and told them the guy needed help. We started paddling.

I saw a few surfers start paddling from the point break. The water was choppy and my mind was wizzing. I didn't think it was a shark out there but I was ready for it. The guy was probably just inexperienced and found himself spooked and way to far out.

The guys from the point break got to him first but i kept paddling with the crew with me until we got to the guy. He was definitely freaked out and embarrassed. He got into the rip and he said he was too tired to paddle at all anymore. He wasn't cramped but his stomach hurt. We rigged him up to two of the other guys longboards and started to paddle pull him back to shore. It took quite a bit of time but we made it and I'm sure the guy gave a big sigh of relief.

It was cool how a group of strangers can band together to face a problem. I've always been curious to how people would react in a time of crisis and I saw it in action today. There are those who ignore the problem. I'm not sure if they feel that they can't contribute to the solution or if they would rather not be bothered. Then there are those who take action. Everybody can help out in some form or other when there is a problem to be tackled. You don't have to be on the front lines getting your hands dirty.