Cami is here! YeeYeeYee!

She is here! Woot woot!

Sport Shop Workers

Here is a rant about people who are employed at sport shops.

English Sweeties

What other things should I make Cami try in England?

After Eight Trick Revisited

Here is a follow up to the video prior to this.
The last one may not have been that impressive, but I assure you, this is much harder.
I know, I know. I am weird. Such is life.

After Eight Trick

This is a dumb video, but I thought you'd enjoy laughing at me... or just feeling sorry for me.

Back in England

I know it's been a while, and my videoblogging died a quick death. This is because my laptop blew up and I lost everything. I know. All of my photographs, and documents from the last few years. It has been absolutely heartbreaking. Alas, I have a new hard-drive now, which is mostly empty. So I think a fresh start awaits.
I have finished my first year at Moody, and have loved it. When school broke out, I went to stay with Cami's family in Utah. It was good times. I met her parents and also her extended family.
Then I flew back to England for a friend's wedding, and decided it was better value for money to stay and work at my old coffee house job with free accommodation at my parents' house than to shimmy by way back across the pond.

So... in about 10 days, Cami flies over to England to meet my parentals and also have a holiday. I am taking her to London (obviously), Paris and Rome. And yes, there will be photos to come, although probably more on Facebook. You better be watching this space... I'm serious. I'll be back soon ;)
These are a few pictures of Cami and I for those of you who haven't seen how gorgeous she is.

Update on my life...

This is what's new...

First Video Blog?

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God's reasons for His ways.

At Moody, we have this thing called Founder's Week. We have great speakers all week and no classes. It's brilliant. [Sidenote: for all you Capers ppl, Ian Leitch spoke on Tuesday. Sweeeet.]
So tonight, Haddon Robinson (pictured: right) was speaking. Outstandish. Let's just say that for what he lacks in good looks, he makes up for in expository preaching. He spoke on Ecclesiastes and gave rich insight, but I want to leave you with one (shortened) illustration about understanding God's ways that I appreciated.

One time, reporters asked Albert Einstein's wife if she understood Professor Einstein's Theory of Relativity. To which she replies something to the effect of, "No. I don't understand his theory, but I do understand him."
The point being that we'll probably never understand why God does things in the way he does, because God doesn't have to explain himself to anyone, (even after we die). More important is to spend time getting to know God and his ways rather than what his reasons are. He is sovereign! Fact.

Disfunctional Nose Hair?

Today, I went out to church and felt cold. Let me tell thee, in England, if it gets to -5ºC , people are so miserably cold, they most probably won't go outside. However, this morning the temperature without wind chill was -5ºF. That's right F. There's a couple of things that F could stand for, but here it stands for Fahreinheit. This is -21ºC, and with wind chill it was -33ºC (-27ºF).
Now you have to understand that these temperatures are a new concept for me. I encounter new experiences everday, such as ice-cream sandwiches and hackysack and ranch dressing, but this morning I discovered a new phenomena.
Whilst walking outside with the wind blowing in my face, a peculiar thing happened to my nose. Every time I breathed in through it, a prickly sensation consumed my nostrils. Taken aback by this, I concluded that my nose hairs were reacting badly to the cold and had resolved to packing their bags and leaving. Fearing this mutiny, I stuck two thumbs up there (my own) and held the outside of my nose with my index fingers. It worked. Hurrah.
Tonight however, my roommate informed me that my nasal adventure was actually due to the moisture freezing in my nose when I breathed in. Amazing. Who would've thunk it.
P.S. How many of you tried my holding the nose technique whilst reading this post?

Pictures of my Dorm Room

Here are a couple of photos of the main part of my room.

As you can see, there are multiple St George's Crosses
to combat American patriotism, and also to note are the
sweeet mirrors by my work area that make the room look
pimp. And here is a picture of me inside of those mirrors.

Life's Curve Balls

This morning I was a little bit down about some small unimportant matter, and upon examining myself I realised that I had absolutely no reason to. Even though outwardly I appeared quite normal, inside of me there was a little kid throwing a temper tantrum about how he wasn't getting what he wanted and consequently feeling sorry for himself. Do you ever get like that?
Sometimes I get pent up about such small things that it doesn't occur to me that I have no right to feel the way I do. I'm 21 right? So I shouldn't sweat the small stuff.
One of my profs today was talking about how sometimes God throws us curve balls* and that we should understand they are meant to teach us and help us grow as men and women of God. He isn't trying to trip us up and watch us fall, even though we may well do so, but He is there for us, helping us learn his lessons.
I think that this positive outlook is not an optimistic one but a realistic one, and for that I'm thankful.

*A curve ball is an American term derived from an American sport called "baseball" and is used when referring to a situation that was not to be expected. -E.g. "Dang dawg! I figured the po-po would never catch my El Camino after X-hibit had pimped it out, but they threw me a curve ball by using magnum road spikes. Now my wheels are jacked up and I'm in jail."

Losing your memory...

So, I just got back from spending the weekend in Wheaton with Justin, and got to hang out with Pamela, Anna, Sarah H, Gisela and Caroline's sister Victoria Chick (who just started at Moody). However, I did not get to see Jimmy, which was pants.

Anyhow, this afternoon when I was at Justin's great-grandmother's place, she mentioned how she couldn't even remember what she ate yesterday, and Justin said he couldn't either but that this wasn't the most important thing to remember.
It was kind of a sweet moment, but it really got me thinking about what happens if my memory starts to fail me. Like Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates. I decided that I'd probably leave messages to myself so I could remember stuff. I'd keep them in a book with really important things in it, to make my life great.
I would include stuff like, who not to say certain things to, because it was taboo and would offend them, but then I'd go ahead and say it anyway just to see people's reactions. Then I'd pretend to be really apologetic and put it down to my woeful memory. I'd write down a list of the funniest jokes in the world and read them, and they would be the same amount of funny every time. I'd keep my name in there, just in case I forgot it, and also how to pronounce it so that I don't embarrass myself horribly, like introducing myself as "Dahvio" or "Dave-O". Arrrgggghhh!! And I'd write down my shoe-size so that I don't accidentally wear someone else's shoes and then have them hate me, because I'd hate it if someone just walked off wearing my shoes and left me with theirs. That would suck.
But I once knew a guy who lost his memory due to some syndrome (I think Alzheimers or something) and he couldn't even remember who his wife was and he'd go up to people and ask if they knew who his wife was because he certainly didn't. That would be awful. I'd hate that. But the thing was, that this guy could still quote any Bible verse and knew every passage off the top of his head because he had drilled it into himself so deeply throughout his life that it never left him. I guess this is what they mean by the living Word of God.
Wow, I ended this post more seriously than I first intended. Kind of like an episode of Scrubs.

Organ 'n' Woshntan

So after Christmas I went to Portland, Oregon to stay with Allison and Josh. What an ace time. Also spent a day up at Janice's house near Seattle. I got to meet up with a whole bunch of you Capernwray people. Hooray!

Here are photos of that trip:

I'm so glad I got to meet up with all of my friends. Allison, Josh, Danny, Janell, Pamela, Brent, Janice, Courtnay, Mona, Kaylie and Heather. I love you all!

Christmas in West Chicago

This post is mainly for my family, who haven't really seen pictures.
So, Mum, Dad, Jess, this is the family I spent Christmas with this year.
P.S. my New Year's resolution is to blog more. Yayyyyyyy.
The end.