The Mall

So here I am at the mall for 4 hours. I am at the kiosk for my job hoping that someone stops by that wants to buy a house and chooses me as their agent. I'm following the example of my friend Ryan and jotting down some thoughts.

There are a lot of teenagers, and I can only assume that they are skipping school. I could never figure that out, but I am a nerd and I like school.

There are also parents with school age kids, what's that about!

Some real estate agents don't know what they are talking about.

Bombay Company went out of business, sad.

Wow, 3 kids and one mom...the oldest is maybe 4. Yikes! I bet that mom is tired.

There are so many cultures in America...I think that's great. I just wish we all got along better.

I wonder what oddities each culture has. I wish I could observe them all.

I've read the "Working with Real Estate Agents" Brochure a few times now.

I wonder how many of these people will be in heaven? How many have true joy, that comes from a relationship with Jesus? How many have been hurt by others who claim to be Christians?

I wonder how many are simply questioning if there is a God.

A little girl, about 2 years old, got mesmerised by the giant Minnie Mouse pez dispenser at the candy store.

There are quit a few older people who are doing laps in the mall. Its great that they are exercising, I just think its a funny place!

2 more hours...I hope it goes fast...I hope someone stops by.

Smoking is a bad habit. It is particularly bad when someone walks past there is an odor of cigarettes that trails behind them.

My favorite color is definitely red.

My favorite shape is definitely a triangle.

I wish I was either reading my book, currently it's Prince Caspian, or playing Zelda, currently the super nintendo one.

Or maybe it'd be nice to be walking on the beach.

Or sleeping.

Not my style of music is playing at the ipod accessory kiosk behind me.

1 more hour out of 4 and 3 people have stopped by just to look at pretty house pictures....ugh.

People are just flesh and bone carrying around a soul. Some souls are dead and need breath, some are full of life and are waiting to be released.

Ok well, my dad and I going to get coffee now that I'm done at the kiosk.

Bye