A migraine is mixing with caffeine and my Super Bright, High Contrast, Back-lit Hi-Def computer screen to form the perfect headache. The caffeine should help, but all it does is remind me that there's no way to pass out, because you had seven mug-fulls of Irish Breakfast. Sigh.
Junior High youth group tonight. I'm not sure what to expect. Last week we had a lock-in, which is, without a doubt, the single worst idea I've ever come up with. That includes my "Who Can Eat This Pile of Habaneros?" idea and my "Missions Trip to War-Torn Mexican Border Towns" idea. I was expecting 8, then 11 RSVP'd the day of. That night, 25 kids showed up; a dozen of them showed up 2 hours early, only 9 of these kids went to our church. Half of them had no intentions of listening to me, none of them had any intentions of sleeping.
I learned some things that night. I learned that 14-year-old girls think my brother is "super cute." I learned that anything beyond 15 kids just blends into a blurry, screaming, mass of Bieber hair. I learned that I do not bounce back for a 36-hour sugar bender like I used to. Most importantly, I learned that when given the choice between listening to a 7th grader's iPod and being water-boarded, I will fill up that bucket of water myself. I'll even hang myself upside down, just please, I'm begging you, no more Katy Perry.
People like a good turnout though. And I got a lot of attaboys on Sunday. I forget sometimes that I should happy about the flood of children, because that's kind of the point of this job. It is a good thing, but its also the kind of thing that makes you wish Nerf made tranquilizer darts.
I Heart You
