Back To The Normal Weirdness

I am back, and better than ever! Then again, who knows? There's still enough time between now and when I fall asleep for the day to fall apart and for myself to not be fine anymore, but I am thinking positively!
Okay, so there was a family reunion not long ago, and I sold the painting in the post below in the auction for $240, which was a great surprise and boosted my confidence. However, that isn't what I wanted to say, at any gathering such as this there is always a huge fire (As well as stupid kids, who are part of my family but I don't know them, who like to mess with it and throw in a bunch of crazy stuff to watch it burn. not that I blame them, fire is very interesting to me too and it's hypnotizing.) and as I am sitting and looking at this huge fire, I see something tiny crawling near it on the ground. Oh, it's just a bug. Then it jumped onto one of the rocks surrounding the fire, Oh, not just a bug, a grasshopper. Then it jumped again. Right into the fire. RIGHT INTO IT. Stupid grasshopper, you had family and friends who loved you, why did you do that??? You will be missed, rest in peace. I hope you aren't suffering anymore...
If I had known that you were thinking of committing suicide, I would have stopped you. I thought you were warming yourself by the fire.

I didn't know grasshoppers were attracted to light, or heat, but hey, you learn something new everyday.

...Or you witness something and think you learned something from it, when really it doesn't mean Jack...poop...

I like to make a point not to swear.

Anyways, enough of this craziness. I was at church this past Sunday and the sermon started just like this, "I'm glad I can be here with you today to talk about fish." and being the person I am, I started laughing.

There was a message to that, I know there was, but I was too distracted thinking of how I should write about it in my blog that I didn't really listen. Something to do with fish I'm sure.

I was at a restaurant a while back, and I think the waiter was two different people. He would come out and refill drinks and whatnot, and not say a word, even if you thanked him. He would leave, come back whistling and talking, leave, come back and not say a word, and then come back whistling again.
I knew the song, I can't remember what it was now, and when he stopped whistling I continued it for him, expecting some awesome whistling contest, or maybe some harmony, and then some applause form the surrounding tables, but he didn't, he ignored me. Oh well.

How often do you get served my a whistling waiter? That even has a ring to it. I am honored to say that I have been.

And now I will stop procrastinating and start on a paper I have due tomorrow.

Good-day mate