A Not-too-intellectual Post April 3, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 2commentsWe have one of those light up ball things at youth group, that you touch and it sends up lightning-like things to meet your fingers… well, I made the mistake of pointing it out last night to Peter. He pretty instantly went into Evil Wizard mode, cackling over it. Um. Yes. He frightens me at times. Then we went back over to our couch, and Peter was still rather pleased with himself. “I,” he proclaimed to Samwise and me, “am sovereign.” I, being uneducated in matters of whatever game they had been playing on facebook, smacked him in the face with a pillow. 
I think at that point he had been singing about it… sort of “I! AM! SOVER —” *smack* “OW!” *falls onto couch*
It was an amusing reaction from someone who was “sovereign”.
We discussed different ways we’ve been built up in youth group. I said that quizzing keeps me accountable for Bible memorization.
Anna: *cough* “Yeah.”
me: “I said it keeps me accountable!”
Mrs. B: “It keeps some people accountable!”
Sean: “Yeeeeeah.”
McKenzie (Kenny): “And for breakfast I had… what did I have? Oh! Oh! Those — those –” *waves hand up and down*
us: O_o
Kristen: “Oh yeah, Kenny, we know exactly what you mean!”
me: “They’re delicious!”
Kenny: *glares*
Peter: “Yes, I have them all the time!”
Kenny: *GLARES* “Aaaah, what are they called????” *jumps up and down*
us: *laughing*
McKenzie: “WAFFLES!!!”
Kristen: “Ohhh yeah.” *waves hand up and down* “Sure. Waffles. We all knew that.”
McKenzie: “The kind that go in the toaster! They go UP and DOWN!”
(The only toaster which I have ever seen which goes up and down in the way she was illustrating was — perhaps — the one on the Spencer Tracy movie Woman of the Year when Katherine Hepburn was trying to work it. *giggles* That scene reminds me a bit too much of myself in the kitchen.)
Kenny: “You know, I feel so smart with all my other friends. But with you guys, I feel so DUMB!”
us: *very helpfully* “Welllll…..”
Then somehow she and I started talking about Districts, the first year… about Antion, and his messed up hair, and him buying hot chocolate and icecream and alternately burning his tongue and giving himself brain freeze… it was fun.
Samwise has also figured out a good way for us (quizzers) to make a polite exit after youth group if we don’t want to continue a conversation. He looked at me last night and said, “An, isn’t it about time for quizzing?”
“It is probably about time to head up,” I said, looking towards the clock. “What ti–”
Sam: “Comeon.” *woosh* (and that was really all one word)
me: *follows obediently*
But it was a good technique… too bad it took until the last regular practice of our senior year for us to figure that out…
