Lots of closure this week. I feel really good about it because all the media was concentrated on either the election, Scott Peterson, or Fallujah being secured or not. Of course Bush won, Scott Peterson was found guilty (I don’t know the evidence, but I get the wrong vibe that he is), and Fallujah was secured by the Marines in less than a week. We obviously had casulaties, but I’m glad the Marines were able to do such a phenomenal job. I just wish I was there to do it with them.
Football update as usual. I’m starting to like the Pittsburg Steelers because they have the balls to stick with a rookie that’s only 24 years old and win at the same time. Cal’s going to the Rose bowl, hopefully. That will make it one hell of a New Year’s Day.
Softball season also ended. In the beginning of the season I was just happy to be in a team. Then I was not so happy we weren’t winning against anyone. But we ended up winning against another unvictorious team one week, and since then we’ve been 3 – 1. We also won our last game, and we made some incredible plays that I think we would have erred on in the beginning of the season. I think next season’s gonna be a lot better, playoff for sure. We really came together in the end. I beat out two infield singles, and grounded out twice. I need to go to the cages more often or something, cuz I can’t seem to hit a decent ball. But we still won the last game of the season, so that was awesome. In a way I’m glad it’s over. We had some great times, but it was still taking some time out of my Monday nights. But at the same time, the adrenaline was great.
On Thursday Patric, Tony and I went to go watch the Incredibles and Team America. I thought the Incredibles was an awesome movie, something I would even consider buying. And I haven’t bought DVDs since Star Wars trilogy came out. Just think about what the Elasctic Girl can do in bed! Man… Anyway, Team America was funny, but not as great as I thought it would be. The best scene’s gotta be the beginning, by far. Something I would watch on DVD or something, but not pay for at the theaters.
Friday night to Saturday night, I was at the Junior FICB retreat at the KCPC church in San Francisco. I got to meet a lot of people I otherwise wouldn’t really have met up with. And it was memorable, too. I think Friday night wasn’t all that great. FICB as usual, then ride to the church afterwards. And we sang some songs, I helped out a little bit, and played this couch game that Theresa taught us to play. I’m still kind of confused as far as the entertainment value of the game is concerned, but we played this assassin game afterwards where we guess who the assassin was. It was 4:30 by the time I even went to sleep. I woke up at 8:30, and we had a sermon by Pastor Eugene, packed up and went to our hiking site. I think this is when it got really really interesting. So we were around Muir Mountain or something around the county where George Lucas lives, and we were heading towards this trail going to Cataract, where there were waterfalls and stuff. It was around 1PM by the time we headed off. 30 minutes later, we’re thinking, how far is this place. We just kept going and going and going. We had no idea where this was. We finally stopped at this one rest stop, but we were only about a mile and a half away from where we started from. I thought that was it. But we kept going, another 1.5, 2 miles into the wilderness. Well, Pastor Eugene put it the best when he said ‘I feel like we’re Frodo from Lord of the Rings.’ The view was great, and the hike was too, but it was still grueling. I was really surprised at how all the girls made it like it was nothing, and no one complained. At last we got to the Cataract, the waterfall. It was a really skinny waterfall, maybe 30 feet high. One of the girls got her ankles hurt. Apparently, she had broken it before, and she sprained the very same ankles. But she stuck it out, made it to our destination and back. I tried running the whole thing back, but damn, was that thing a challenge. It was like going up and down the stadium seatings over and over again for 2 miles. We got back to the vans just in time in time for sunset, around 5PM. By then our convoy was stretched at least a mile long.
That’s all fine and dandy. But on the way back, we ran out of gas. So here we are, in the middle of nowhere, and our van’s stuck in the middle of the traffic. So we get out, push the van out to the side of another street, directing traffic along the way. The other van had gotten lost, somehow managed to find us, and got us some gas. That’s when the cop came, and saw all these Korean girls and guys in these two huge vans along the side of the road, and decided to intervene. I can’t really blame him, I mean we were all dirty, sweaty and tired, and we probably looked like a bunch of illegal immigrants to him.
I think it’s not what you do when you have everything to give that really matters. I think it’s what you do when you have nothing to give that really determines your character.