Ramblings Heard from a Ball of Snow
By: Robert Fernandez

I sat next to Sarah and the ride was long. We got there and I placed my stuff in my Nazi Prison-like cabin. We headed to the lodge and ate some nice food and because I'm not CATHOLIC, I was able to enjoy some meat on this fine Friday. Every once in a while, the directors did this damn finger thing at the worst times...

Yeah, I agree. That was a long bus ride. Man, I hear you. Wait... they're doing the finger thing again. You raising your hand? What do you mean I got to? Dammit!...............I feel good. Oh I feel so good. Uh.......What do you mean more feeling!! Fuck you, I'm eating.

We got into a circle and played cards and dice for money. After much running for random reasons, we headed towards our first small group. The air was thick and foggy. It was very dark but there weren't any stars. At Bear with me, I found out that Miramontes is really Andrew's father. That does explain why Andrew's mother loves having him over.

This speaker came and talked to us about his drinking and drug problem. It really got to me and I shook his hand after. I don't think he truly understood how much he spoke to me. Sleep came and the bunk was as hot as "Mother Africa." Fuckers.

Woke up in my bunk around 7. Only seven hours of sleep. I've felt worse. Went to breakfast.

We huddled around and were given speeches from our peers. I was in awe. If I write more I wouldn't do their lives justice. It was powerful and I'll leave it at that. After, I hugged them all.

Went to small group and just made our Warm Fuzzy bags. You have to understand first that a warm fuzzy is a warning sign much like when apes stand on their hind legs and beat their chests. First, someone gives you a piece of string and hugs you. Not because they want to, but because everyone else is doing this. These are freaky because most mean nothing. Next, you have to do the same and if EVERY one of your strings aren't given away, it's seen as an outward reflection of your soul and you're shunned and kicked and they steal your lunch and leave crank calls on your machine and.................... I digress.

Went to the Second Workshop. It was spirituality. Hated it. I didn't like the black kid who led it. I just didn't. The other girl, Jessica, was nice. I didn't sign up for this workshop. Not one of my top four choices. Whatever, fuck it.

THEN THE SEX GUY! One of the reasons I came on Snowball was because EVERYONE told me how good this guy was. They always referenced him and everything.

Shake my hand. This is sex and you'll find out more tomorrow......Tomorrow, we'll have a great speaker...... We just had sex. You'll find out more tomorrow....

Then.....bleh. He wasn't good at all. They said he was much better last year but that doesn't do me any good. I missed it. I fucking missed it. Whatever again. Fuck it.

More Warm Fuzzy Cards. WAIT. I never fully explained the cards. We made the bags and then we have to write notes to all 60 people who came on retreat. These have to include good things(warm fuzzies) about the person. I started these notes personal but in the interest of time and space, I only wrote the punchline of a joke. And to make it better, most were dirty Jokes.

In the interest of Time and Space, I will only write the punchline of the Joke:
"Picture this, you're hiding naked in a refrigerator."
Signed Alex Zavala

This was great on many levels because the person is scratching their heads wondering how the jokes go. Also, they will never fully enjoy the joke because if I told them, the ending is already ruined. I laughed so much.

The day ended and we were about to leave until the Bad-Luck demon came and cursed the camp. Within an hour, 2 students were seriously wounded and were airlifted to the nearest hospital. We got on the bus and came home.

The end.

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Dr. Strangelove Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love The Bomb

[The President calls the Soviet Premier. The Premier is a bit drunk.]
President Merkin Muffley: [to Kissoff] Hello?... Ah... I can't hear too well. Do you suppose you could turn the music down just a little?... Oh-ho, that's much better... yeah... huh... yes... Fine, I can hear you now, Dmitri... Clear and plain and coming through fine... I'm coming through fine, too, eh?... Good, then... well, then, as you say, we're both coming through fine... Good... Well, it's good that you're fine and... and I'm fine... I agree with you, it's great to be fine... a-ha-ha-ha-ha... Now then, Dmitri, you know how we've always talked about the possibility of something going wrong with the Bomb... The *Bomb*, Dmitri... The *hydrogen* bomb!... Well now, what happened is... ah... one of our base commanders, he had a sort of... well, he went a little funny in the head... you know... just a little... funny. And, ah... he went and did a silly thing... Well, I'll tell you what he did. He ordered his planes... to attack your country... Ah... Well, let me finish, Dmitri... Let me finish, Dmitri... Well listen, how do you think I feel about it?... Can you *imagine* how I feel about it, Dmitri?... Why do you think I'm calling you? Just to say hello?... *Of course* I like to speak to you!... *Of course* I like to say hello!... Not now, but anytime, Dmitri. I'm just calling up to tell you something terrible has happened... It's a *friendly* call. Of course it's a friendly call... Listen, if it wasn't friendly... you probably wouldn't have even got it... They will *not* reach their targets for at least another hour... I am... I am positive, Dmitri... Listen, I've been all over this with your ambassador. It is not a trick... Well, I'll tell you. We'd like to give your air staff a complete run-down on the targets, the flight plans, and the defensive systems of the planes... Yes! I mean i-i-i-if we're unable to recall the planes, then... I'd say that, ah... well, ah... we're just gonna have to help you destroy them, Dmitri... I know they're our boys... All right, well listen now. Who should we call?... *Who* should we call, Dmitri? The... wha-whe, the People... you, sorry, you faded away there... The People's Central Air Defense Headquarters... Where is that, Dmitri?... In Omsk... Right... Yes... Oh, you'll call them first, will you?... Uh-huh... Listen, do you happen to have the phone number on you, Dmitri?... Whe-ah, what? I see, just ask for Omsk information... Ah-ah-eh-uhm-hm... I'm sorry, too, Dmitri... I'm very sorry... *All right*, you're sorrier than I am, but I am as sorry as well... I am as sorry as you are, Dmitri! Don't say that you're more sorry than I am, because I'm capable of being just as sorry as you are... So we're both sorry, all right?... All right.

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Boys Of Summer- An Erotic Romp through a Man's Curiosity
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WOW! I'm an updating fiend today.

Whats does your personality rate from 1-10? by morning_prayer
Your first full name
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your worst quality is	Well, nothing I can think of
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This is what the internet thinks of me.....

Who is Alex?

Who is Zavala?


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My Dad has been downloading The Passions of the Christ from the internet and plans on burning a copy for my church pastor..............
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This whole family is destined for hell.

:-(

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OH GOD!!!



It's like a bad political cartoon brought to life.

DAMN YOU NADER!!!!
I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!!!!

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My So-Called Blog

This is an interesting article about the psychology about keeping an online journal. You liveJournal users are the main topic in this article but it applies to all bloggers.

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Ramblings heard in a Theatrical Pilgrimage
By: Robert Fernandez

The pastor had spent 30 minutes reading the last day of Christ from Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. The story of Christ was read and reread a few times as to prepare us for the movie. The story of our redemption at the hands of Christ was replayed in our heads numerous times. A lot of information to absorb.

I had a donut.

After the service, we walked a few blocks from the hotel we meet in every week towards the theater. The tickets were bought a week in advance and it was a good thing too, because the show was sold out. We waited in the lobby and Pastor read scripture to all that would listen. I was talking to some other people.

So what's the situation involving popcorn? Cause I don't wanna be the only guy in the row eating during the crucifixion. Also, do you think they're gonna show previews before the movie?

The movie opened up with Jesus praying in the Garden of Gethsemane. I won't go into major detail now because the story of Jesus should be known to all Christians. Notice I said Christians. You Catholics have it set in your mind that I'm a godless homosexual bastard because I don't go to your mass. I digress.

The most powerful parts were the whippings and the actual crucifixion. Also, I found it interesting the line Simon says when he is asked to carry Jesus' cross because Jesus had been whipped so horribly. He said, "Remember, I'm an innocent man forced to carry the cross of a condemned man."

THAT line represents the entire movie. Jesus was the innocent blood and our sins were being paid for with the crucifixion. One of the last scenes in the movie that further states this fact is when Jesus is taken down from the cross and Mary holds him. Mary looks directly into the camera and the camera zooms out. She looks straight at us as if she was blaming the audience for it's sin. Which is true. Jesus died for OUR sins. It was his love for us that he suffered that.

During the movie, Jesus had flashbacks of his life. One of the main messages was to love one another. He showed this in his actions.

As the movie faded out from the sight of Mary in that scene I explained earlier, the movie audience was silent. Not a word. Not a sound. No movement. The screen opens up to the tomb being opened and the cloth with Jesus in it sags down because Jesus is sitting right next to it, not under it. Without an expression on his face, he stands up to reveal the nail wounds in his hand. He exits.

The movie audience was still silent. Slowly, people left the area in small groups. I just sat in my seat watching the credits. I couldn't say much and if I could, I wouldn't have out of respect for what we had just seen.

I left the theater and I received a voicemail from someone who loves me. Someone I love. I called her back. I need to bring her to the movie. My ticket was paid for by an anonymous donor, so I felt obligated to pay for someone else's ticket. Repay what was given to me.

It's a start.

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