Bored

Let's step away from toilets for a sec, shall we?

The weekend has gone by faster than a jack-rabbit running with jet-turbines strapped to its back, on ice, shaved, driven by an over-caffeinated fighter-pilot.
(Hopefully I won't be sued for using that)
Saturday was quite a boring day, for the most part. The climax of the entire day was my basketball game, but we'll get to that in a moment.
My brothers had basketball, first thing in the morning, so when they got back, we had to leave almost right away for a Thanksgiving Parade in Plymouth.
I must say, the first half of the parade included at least seventy guns, armed by people either dressed as pirates, or in Coast Guard uniforms. Every one of those guns was shot off, and I will add that we were only thirty feet from the action, and my ears happen to be very sensitive. My cousin, Noah, who was there with us, also had his hands over his ears, afraid of any loud noise that was made. I don't know who was in charge of that parade, but they must have had a thing for bayonets. We did get something out of it, though; every time a gun was fired off, a couple of bullet-shells were dropped from the guns, and Mike ran off, and got one for us, so that was kind of interesting. Except for the fact that Nick, my other cousin, thought it was a whistle, and tried to blow into it. My mom had to save him from inhaling gunpowder residue.
Another thing I must add about the parade; hot dogs taste very good at ten-thirty in the morning. Fast Food joints should add them to their breakfast menu.

Anyway, the rest of the day was pretty dull; grocery-shopping, Christmas shopping, walking around boring department stores..... I was about ready to lay down right in the middle of T.J. Maxx, and take a nap.
When we finally got home, I managed to get some homework done, and within two hours, we were off to the basketball game.
Which we lost.
Horrifically.
Plus, my good friend, Liam, was on the other team, so that made it worse, I guess. I wasn't too upset about it, over all, but I was really hoping to sweep the floor with Liam's jersey. I guess he did the same with mine. But, I did make the first basket for my team! Yippee for me!
Last night, we watched the movie, "Year One", starring Jack Black, and Michael Cera. It was quite humorous, I must say.

Today, thankfully, we won't be going to church. I'm sorry to those of you who really love church, and God, and all that Jesus-walked-on-water hooplah, but I don't really care for church. It's long, and boring, and my ADD doesn't really help the matter. I mean, the priest is a nice guy, and he kinda livens up the whole service with some jokes, or talk about the Patriots, or Red Sox, but, other than that it's just sitting in a big room, with a ton of old people (two of which sit in the same pew as me *wink, wink*) listening to the priest talk, on, and, on, and on, for what seems like forever, but is actually one hour. To make matters worse, we have to stand for half the service, for whatever reason. We usually stand for the songs, which drive me crazy. All I'm saying is I'm just glad they don't have these songs on iTunes (or do they?).
See, I don't hate church, I just think it's boring. I used to go to Sunday school, which was at least more entertaining than the whole service. But, this year, eighth graders were able to take confirmation classes. I have no idea what confirmation is, but apparently the confirmation class goes on a bunch of field trips to camps, and other fun places. My only other option was to stay with Sunday school for one last year, and go through a bunch of "volunteering" things, which didn't seem to exciting. Plus, the teacher kind of reminded me of my sixth-grade teacher, which wasn't the most pleasant thing ever. But, don't get me wrong, the Sunday school teacher was very, very nice.
My sixth-grade teacher wasn't (*shiver*).
The best part of church is when it ends (yeah, I know that sounded harsh, but keep reading). After the service, everyone piles into a big room called the Parish Hall, which is a big room, where the kitchen is located. Everyone goes in there, and has some snacks, supplied by random people who attend the church. There's usually cookies, or brownies, or muffins, and stuff like that, so that's usually nice. It also gives me a chance to talk with some of my friends who go to that church.
So, in conclusion, I find church to be very dull, even though it's about God, and holiness, and the Jesus-turned-water-to-wine shenanigans. All I can say is I hope God can find it in his heart to not strike me down with a bolt of lightning.
To all of you who enjoy church, I hope I didn't offend you in any way. The things I said were just personal opinions. I mean, c`mon, you gotta admit, you found church kind of tedious as a kid.
So, I hope you all had a much more interesting weekend, and I hope today ends up being a tad more interesting than yesterday.

Yours in awesomeness,
~Ry.