Oh, You're The Clowns

its hard to write on bumpy roads. its even harder because i just have a couple small pieces of paper that Tori gave me, as my notebook is in my luggage in the penske truck. right now our vans are all in one line (ducks in a row) and dwe're having quiet time for prayers and devotions, and i am suddenly struck by how cool all this is. i mean, we've got a hundred people all gathered together who love jesus all traveling to the same place for the same purpose, which is to spread the word of god. i don't know, it just kind of struck me how awesome that is. now people are starting to talk again, though, all our inide jokes- nananana, frosted flakes, your just jealous, quiet you... then every once in a while, something reminds me of a joke i have with someone back home- uneven pavement, D Lizard, finding nemo, nicht bless you, treble clef Gs, broken watches, i win, cute couple... i do miss everybody, but i don't think its so much that I'm homeick already, but that i know i'm nto going to see anyone for two weeks and i'm mising them in advance... if that makes any sense. if nicole was on time, abby and corey and bethy and kayla and the rest of em will be waiting for her to get her powerpoint of the day up. or they'll be headed to the computer lab. i'm glad on the way back we're driving straight thru without stopping overnight.
-Later-
okay, now we'er sitting on some side street in eagle pas, which is the town we're crosing the border in. we had to get off our van and on a bus, and now...we;re just sitting. we opened our last envelope a little bit before we got to eagle pa. we had to wrap someone from our van in duct tape. we wrapped josh. we didn't win, we actually did very badly, but we had a lot of fun. i got a headache from the heat and laughing o much, though. hey, we're moving. air is flowing thru the windows. ahh. i was able to buy a bottle of water and sit inside for a bit inbetween the van and the bu, though, so my headache is getting better. and we moved about five yards and now we're sitting again. i really hope we get across the border without problems and don't have to wait over ix hours like they did 2 years ago, according to megan. and we're really off this time, okay. alright, supposedly the bues get to go thru to the church although the trucks have to stay and be inventoried. however the next official we passed told us to park. and o we sit, sweltering. turns out we parked becuase if we just parked the trucks it would take them forever to get down here. having eighty of us wait with our stuff should speed them up a bit (its 80, not 100, because people on the first three vans didn't have to switch to buses and went straight to the church) o we're itting in the shade behind the buses. its actually not o bad. it is really hot, but theres hardly any humidity, theres some breeze, and like i said, its shade. boring though. i suppose i could always read over tori's shoulder- she borrowd HpatSS from me. and they should really wash these loading docks they're filthy. okay, i don't know when we got here, but its 6.00.
still here 6.30. we decided earlier today that sarahs shirt made her look like a firecracker popsicle, and now she's decided that my tiedied shirt makes me look like cotten candy.
its 7.00. i've been told by reliable sources (ie sarah) we'd been here since at least 5.00.
7.10 headed dback onto bues. I have now officially seen real palm trees. sadly, they do not wiggle. this place is so neat. its not what you would think of for mexico- ramshackle buildings, dirty, surly mexicans, etc. its this really tidy, sturdy little church, and everyone's really friendly. i mean, it feels like a real mision place, with a courtyard and playgroundand little kids and everything. well, thats because it is a real mision. i guess thats it then, that it all feels so real. but its after lights out and its hard to write in the dark, o details later.


do not let any unwholesome words come out of your mouth, but only what is useful for building others up, according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen (ephesians 4.29, hehe.)