Man on the Run...?

So turns out I am on like the top 10 most wanted for my heinous crime last week. They are sending out dogs to find Larry's scent because I'm not even worthy enough as a human being to find! Or am I?

Turns out, I don't have any exciting stories about running from the law or anything like that. Brad got a call from Mr. Lavelle and all is well. "We all make mistakes" is all that was said. Was it really a mistake? I did make the call...it wasn't accidental, however, the way it was percieved was a mistake. Oh well, I am glad I can rest soundly at night knowing there will be no raids on my dorm room in search of a wanted man.

Today was pretty good, not a lot happened. Nicholas wrote a new song called "Fish" essentially talking about how Christianity is not just about the fish sticker on your car, or the WWJD bracelet on your wrist. It's much bigger than that, it's living in Him each and every day. Good song, not a worship song, but a very good song for performance stuff...like we get any gigs.

Practice was miserable. My sound "guy" doesn't know what she's doing. To explain how our system is setup would require you to flip upside down, let the blood rush to your head, and then spin around in circles. It doesn't make sense, and to top it all off, people unplug things (people that only know that a microphone allows you to sing, and that's all they know) and move things around. Practice started about 10 minutes late bcause of mass confusion, but ended well. Paul James, Mike's brother, is playing bass this week. He's VERY good. Reminds me (stylisticly) of Chris Carraway (bassist at church). A really tight rhythm guy, just what a bass player should be.
In other news, I didn't get into the dorm I requested next semester, instead, I'm stuck in the room I am in now. OH JOY. I am going to call tomorrow to see if I can absolutely be placed somewhere else. It's miserable. Also, the guide dog people (mainly Ariel, Larry and my trainer) is coming to Lufkin next week. She's doing a follow-up visit to see what a horrible guide dog user I am. He is, on a good note, sitting by my full drum kit at Wesley now. It's quite impressive. He knows what the word "drums" means and everytime I sit down and play, he runs up to sit by me. It's pretty cool, I'm a DAD! Until tomorrow...