Mood: Crying With Joy .: Searching :.
Listening to: .: The Rocketeer :.
Reading: .: The Autobiography of Malcolm X w. Alex Haley :.
Watching: .: The Air Up There :.
Inquisition: What music makes you happy without fail?
Aloha!
I have to catch up a bit.
I got back from camp, and called Tamika. She hadn’t left for work yet (she worked at 3) and was doing her laundry. We talked for a while, and then some people came over from Messiah with the Joshua House to clean out the destruction of the flood in our basement. I helped them out, even though I was pretty darn beat from camp. As usual, Mr. Kirk seemed rather upturned at how we lived. Regardless of how many years he’s lived in the ghetto that is Allison Hill, he still has the suburban mentality. He just doesn’t quite get the “making ends meet” thing. Sally asked me three times for stuff; first a first aid kit, then pliers, then a heavy duty screw driver… finally I just looked at her and said “look. I make 200$ a month. Anything that cost money, I ain’t got it.” She laughed.
Inya left me a message on my phone. It was kinda garbled, but I did get her number. I’ll call her back tonight I think.
I went to visit Tamika at Kohl’s when I went out to get an oil filter for the Wiiskichaan. She had an awesome time playing lacrosse in Ocean City and had a blast. She also got to fellowship with a bunch of Christians down there and I could actually feel the change in her tone. Her eyes were brighter.
She had wrote to me about it. She might be getting a job down there, one of her teammates was very impressed with her, and recommended her to one of the directors of FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes).
I stayed with her for a couple hours helping her sort out clothes and put toys back on shelves. She invited me to go with her back home this weekend, since she was helping out with the filming of another wedding, and so I did.
Mrs. Pinkney had a huge fish fry that night, with her brother and a bunch of families from the church. I felt out of place at first, but then went out on the patio with the men and listened to them talk. They invited me in and welcomed me into the conversation. I’d never been exposed to such a great sense of community among a group of strong Christian friends. It was awesome. I felt like I had felt when I went over to Femi’s apartment last year and chilled with him.
That evening Mrs. Pinkney put me to work folding clothes while I watched VH1 Soul.
Tamika came home late that night; exhausted but energized. She had met this awesome soul band at the wedding who invited her to sing with them. Tamika was floored, but there is a chance she might get to. We talked for a while that night, and got to talking about her first love and her old boyfriends.
I like to hear about it because it lets me know more of what she likes, but it’s hard for me not to feel inadequate when I do. I need to do some reading and figure how to stop that from happening. I’m so sensitive sometimes I feel as if it’s a reflection on me, even though it might not be.
The next day we went to church. The paster spoke on temptation, and the mechanics of it. It was really deep, and I took a lot of notes. It hit me pretty hard. I love the Lord, for He heard my voice; He heard my cry for mercy. It was exactly what I needed to hear.
After that we went to Natalia’s soccer game (Tamika’s little sister). I think I got a couple good photos from that. She won and played very well. The soccer parent (including the Pinkney’s) yell waaay to much, though. These are little kids playing, and the parents are screaming. It really irked Tamika.
We went to her grandmothers place after that and just hung out with her and visited.
We went back to Tamika’s parents house before we went home and packed everything up. Her mom was stressing out about something and I was very sleepy and thinking about too many things and good a little touchy. I didn’t really let it out, but I know Tamika noticed.
The ride home was silent for a while. We stopped for gas, and I offered to pump, and she offered me an iced tea.
We were quiet for a while, and she thanked me for pumping. I said thank you for the tea and apologized for being short. She said it was fine, but that she had a headache.
She put in India Arie’s Voyage to India and we both began to feel better.
I asked her if she wanted a neck rub if it would make her feel better. She grinned and straightened up. She had a lot of knots from the stress with her parents and from Lacrosse. I promised her I’d take out each one and we just talked and sang along with the songs. I kissed her shoulder when I was done, and they were gone.
I think I might be falling for her. Don’t hold your breath.
That is part of what got me in the bad mood; I felt like somehow I’m failing her. She needed a friend who wasn’t trying to get with her, and I was there for her.
Lox and I worked on cleaning up the classroom today, and I got the entire computer lab set up. It was dirty work, and exhausting, but we came back and made pizza together. I think we’re getting along much better. It’s hard for me to make friends with guys.
Tomorrows is our first teachers meeting. Wish me luck.
Oh, by the way. I sold two prints so far (yaaaay!!!). If you know who bought them, let me know because DA doesn’t tell me. I just wanna thank them. I sold “Fallen Hero” and “Iron Flow”. Tenks!