Dr. Ashlock and the Jesus Party

I am sitting in the library about to witness Isaac murder Barton. It will be interesting to see what method he will use. There really is no question to whether he will kill him. It is inevitable. I think I would personally enjoy watching Isaac crush him under a book shelf. Barton has been showing symptoms of a feral child for, oh about the past 3 or 4 hours and shows no signs of letting up. ADHD a little? A lot? Definitely the latter.

I apologize for the delay in writing. Blogging takes a lot of energy, and sometimes I don't have a lot of energy. This entry will be a little different. For one, I am not writing from the confines of The Enclave. I am in the library witnessing a zoo. I am not feeling the waves of creativeness that The Enclave gives me, but never the less I shall try.

I had a great experience Friday night. Trav, Barton, Feather, Ebibb, Jason, Chance, and Tyler went to a Jesus Party. A Jesus Party is a dance party thrown for the Special Ed Adults of Abilene. It's two hours of dancing and interacting with a group of people that is cut off from our society. It's also a ton of fun. I was groovin to YMCA and All the Single Ladies along with other songs. It really is a shame that our worlds are so separated. I think that since we have so little interaction with the mentally challenged that it has caused a attitude of fear and awkwardness. Not among them, mind you. They are quite the opposite; always smiling, introducing themselves to complete strangers, laughing and dancing without a care in the world. It really is a beautiful thing. For some reason though, we who are "mentally sound" are often scared to even talk to these wonderful people. It really is quite silly, because they would love for us to be their friends. It really hit me when I was slow-dancing with a woman named Raquel, who was probably at least twenty years older than me. Of course she doesn't really know how to dance, and her out fit wasn't in style, she wasn't wearing make-up, and yet she was having the time of her life. She didn't give a damn about what anybody else thought of her. I could see pure innocence in her face, and it made me wish that I could be so care free. I have been to Camp Barnabas for the past three summers. Camp Barnabas is a camp for handicapped children and adults. These places are similar in the fact that they share a great characteristic: Happiness. True, unfiltered happiness. (Excuse the sentence fragment). When I go to these places, I am consumed by love and happiness. I haven't even met these people and yet they welcome me with open arms like I've known them for years. I find it ironic that we seclude those who are slow with logic, but it is us who have sound minds who are "slow" when it comes to loving unconditionally. It really is tragic that our two worlds aren't more intertwined, because we can both greatly profit from one another.

Finals. Shoot me now. Shoot Barton and Fleet too :) Eh I guess it's not really all their fault. And in case you were fearing for Barton's life, he has not been murdered. In fact, we just got in a little study session for Life and Teachings. Finals are fickle. It's like they purposely put these blasted things at the very end of the semester on purpose. You get all excited about Christmas or Summer, and then they shoot you with stress-inducing tests that could decide whether you get kicked out of school and forced to live on the street where you will live off of Little Panda in the trash for the rest of your life. But I don't think anybody with power really cares about the way I feel about this.

On the brighter side, I unofficially officially got a job today! I will be a Transporter at Hendrick Hospital. I was born there! This means that I will drive ambulances to emergency sights and shoot up bad guys like Jason Statham. Isn't that exciting? Actually that was a lie. I will be transporting patients from room to room. It should be fun, I will get to interact with all kinds of people. I was warned to watch out for grumpy nurses who will take out their frustration on people like Transporters. Do you like how I capitalized Transporter instead of nurse? Another cool thing about the job is than I get to wear some sweet scrubs. They are brown and tan. I'm gonna make a pin that says 'Dr. Ashlock' on it so everyone will think I'm a surgeon or something. I'll get all sorts of privileges! And don't forget the hot receptionists... They love a man in scrubs with the title 'Dr.'It will be interesting because I've never had a job where I clock in and clock out. My past two jobs have been mowing and youth interning.

What is up with 24 hour quiet time in the dorms? I am not happy about this. I feel like I should be able to be loud. I mean who studies anyways?

So that's it for tonight folks. Have a merry night.