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Tonight was supposed to be part of the 40 Hour Famine, but things fell right apart with all of that. I never ended up getting half my stuff from World Vision, no one ever got back to me about a venue and whether or not they actually needed someone to run it. How lame.

So instead I went to Dallas' 50th birthday party. Dallas is one of the guys on the youth trust committee that oversees my job. He's from the Baptist church and has been the most involved with the youth over the years. He's a really great guy. And it gave me a good opportunity to hang out with some of the older aged kids that are already going to church and stuff. So hopefully we can start getting some older butts in the seats.

It was fun. I hung out with one of Dallas' daughters and one of the twin boys that I often see around at the Baptist church when I'm there (and at Career Day when I was there...apparently I made a pretty good impression that day. haha). I enjoyed the night, though the first part was slightly awkward until I went into the kitchen to whine to the kids about the fact that I licked confetti and stuck it to my face and it left coloured stars and shapes all over...and I had to deal with it the rest of the night. Ha.

But from then on we hung out and I didn't feel so awkward anymore. It was pretty good.

So now I'm going to bed coz I have to play drums in the morning. Tonight was good. I'm also done house sitting now, which is sort of good and sort of sad. I really started to like those dogs. And the chickens even weren't so scary in the end (except when I decided to go into the pen with my pajama pants still on that are bright red with moose on them...apparently the chickens wanted to see if they were food).

I never went back to the pony paddock. I've been scarred for life. Ha.

Goodnight.