Having a sleepover with Connor, Rees, (my bro was there too) was not a good way to begin this "Working Holiday" but I do want to share with you about Hunters and Runners 4, if not some of the other things we had fun playing.
To begin with, we did originally simply play CoD, Halo, and Metroid just in order to shoot and kill one another, and it was enjoyable/annoying but not really worthwhile (Multiple times either I had a killing spree, or someone else did, or no one played well at all).
HOWEVER: We eventually degraded our ferocity for violence.
It began with Connor and his SAM Turret. On a particularly one-sided game on Villa, Connor got bored with defending the house so well against me and Rees (and me and Rees had detracted to pure enjoyment and hilarity of our own death's in order to avoid anger and resentment) that he received a care package with a placeable SAM Turret inside. Now, whilst holding this turret, it completely blinds a person's view and it glows yellow. Having Lightweight and Marathon perks turned on (Runs faster, runs longer) he began to run with it. and I mean, EVERYWHERE.......
Pretty soon, the rest of us caught on to what he was doing and found it enormously funny. It became a game for him to run, us to chase (and sometimes kill, if we caught up) all over the map. and That, That was funny. We had a blast.
And it continued, with Rees and his "Radio". Rees discovered while at WMD, that by placing a Jammer down on the ground, it gives the similar appearance and sound of a radio. Connor and Rees (being sniped by me and mitchell occaisionally) then ran around, looking for places to listen to the radio, and hear the Nazi's send their overt communications, or hear the Train Station Channel, and other random hilarious sounds. I remember distincly a specific instance- I had just ran around a corner to an area that offered one very long, unbroken view. At the end of that, I found Connor and Rees, who had just set down their Radio. Taking aim, I shot Rees just after he set down the Radio. I looked over at his reaction, and it didn't change whatsoever (it was still in the child-like look of happiness and randomness and playfulness) and he commented, in a child-like way "I fawl down." Chuckling a bit, I aimed for Connor. The bullet impacted his head, flinging him down from a standing position. He said, "Oh noez, I fawl down, too." It was frickin hilarious.
Now that we were in the correct mood (where one no longer cares about the score, but to have a good time) we eventually found ourselves in the Jungle. Some happy soul found a railing blocking a small drop off. While sprinting, and then holding down B, a person can perform a leap from a running position to flat on your belly. This person found that leaping over this edge is just high enough to commit suicide off of.
And as they continued to leap, their teammate joined them in the leaping, while the other team found that during their jump it is rather fun and a challenge to attempt to kill them before they land. And so, Hunters and Runners 4 was born (chronology will be charted later in the post).
The Runners must set up a tactical insertion a couple of yards back from the railing, allowing them to respawn there quickly. They also need marathon to allow them to run long enough to reach the railing, but not lightweight as you receive no fall damage. The Hunters could technically be given any weapon, however since automatic and explosive weapons are seen as "cheap", Sniper Rifles, Ballistic Knives, and Tomahawks give the most enjoyment out of a successful kill.
Obivously, this is an Honor System, where the rules are not strictly, or unremovably set, where one person could easily violate it all with the flick of the trigger. Fortunately, being the founders of H&R 4, we were all in agreement and enjoyment, and no one purposely wished to end or quit the game.
We had a wonderful time playing- It feels...relieving to jump off a cliff. Exhilarating too, but it's more the feeling of releasing yourself from your cares and worries, and just letting yourself go.
Being a Hunter, it's a little more challenging and stressful, but because of that it's rewarding as well, getting that perfect snipe, just an instant before they hit the ground.
I assume it stunk for my parents, as it kept them up and woke my father up at 2 a.m.
I do apologize for that, but I hope you forgive me with this explanation, and my work to clean the house and care for my siblings.
So, I can now write in my three-word Journal, only this: H&R 4.
And Hopefully, everything that I have just written down will come to mind, being a successful memory cue. :)
Sometime, I'll write about H&R 1, and maybe 2 & 3 (1 was with Connor on Valhalla, 2 was Connor attempting to create memorabilia without a memory, so it failed, and 3 was me sort of attempting that same thing, though it was popular with some of mitchell's friends.)
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The Three Word Journal
How many times have I revamped my goals and lists and things? I'd rather not try and count it...
To begin with, let me just say that you are extremely lucky that I didn't start writing in here an hour ago. It would've been an angry, sad, mopey, depressed, confused, and weireded out person writing, not me...well, still me but...
It sucks.
When something bothers you and you are unable to locate what exactly that is. An elusive cloud, it's like trying to slice through a ghost with a sword. You make some kind of whoosh, and it appears to be been cut clean through, yet, within seconds, the ghost's body returns, as it advances ever nearer.
So. The Three Word Journal.
I really like it ^^ It's by a man by the name of Randal A. Wright (I really like his name xD) who is a social genius. He really understands how we (I) tick, and what I can do to make my ticking either stronger, more consistent, or both. I just finished with the part where you need to list your strengths and weaknesses. I felt rather relieved to get it down, I had just as many strengths as I did weaknesses (around 50 each) and now begins the process of working on them...
I've been enjoying this journal so much because I have already been doing everything that this guys suggests, however, he knows how to organize it and actually accomplish it (for instance, he actually used the phrase "mental, spiritual, physical, and social" which I have been using to understand myself for years now.)
But, because I still haven't done my homework, and it's 10:30, I gotta go to bed. (i'm technically following my schedule! :D)
To begin with, let me just say that you are extremely lucky that I didn't start writing in here an hour ago. It would've been an angry, sad, mopey, depressed, confused, and weireded out person writing, not me...well, still me but...
It sucks.
When something bothers you and you are unable to locate what exactly that is. An elusive cloud, it's like trying to slice through a ghost with a sword. You make some kind of whoosh, and it appears to be been cut clean through, yet, within seconds, the ghost's body returns, as it advances ever nearer.
So. The Three Word Journal.
I really like it ^^ It's by a man by the name of Randal A. Wright (I really like his name xD) who is a social genius. He really understands how we (I) tick, and what I can do to make my ticking either stronger, more consistent, or both. I just finished with the part where you need to list your strengths and weaknesses. I felt rather relieved to get it down, I had just as many strengths as I did weaknesses (around 50 each) and now begins the process of working on them...
I've been enjoying this journal so much because I have already been doing everything that this guys suggests, however, he knows how to organize it and actually accomplish it (for instance, he actually used the phrase "mental, spiritual, physical, and social" which I have been using to understand myself for years now.)
But, because I still haven't done my homework, and it's 10:30, I gotta go to bed. (i'm technically following my schedule! :D)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Just Do It
For some reason it's taken me a good deal of effort to finally do all my homework and write in my blog, after such a bad week of all gaming, no working.
No really xD
But seriously, while I was in it, I had no idea how to get out, and even now, I'm not sure how I did get out.
I suppose I just said i would do it. Just Do It.
But it can't be so simple.
Because of the Special Conference during my gaming period, I came up with plenty of reasons to have gotten out and done something, but as soon as I got home, I just gamed anyways.
"Accept the fact that you will always be in debt. However, Never Forget."
This is an example of one of those phrases I came up with. It's important to understand it entirely, not just portions. No matter how hard I work I could never finish all of my homework, or I could never pay off the debt that I owe to people such as my parents, or Jesus Christ.
However, I must continue to push forward, with a head held high, walking in the strait and narrow path.
(Note: Financial and Biological Ideaoliges that it is necessary to always be in debt. Consider what happens if I complete all my homework. What would I then do? Probably Game, or watch TV, or something else less important. Therefore always having homework to do will keep me doing homework [something good] so...it should work.)
But that's only really coming into effect now, after school today. And there wasn't even any big revealing moment, no gongs and cymbals crashing. Just a small and light determination as I was leaving school, "I'm going to do my homework today."
....is it really so simple? it's almost not fair.....
I was also considering the similarites and differences between actions that benefit from short bursts verses continuous work. Monster Hunter Tri, for example, benefits from short bursts, because since it takes a decently long amount of time to log on, find a group, and start hunting. However, once you have found a group, you go from quest to quest to quest like *snap**snap**snap*.
But other things, like hygiene, are better continuously: No matter for how long you may brush your teeth on saturday, it will never be as effective in a week compared to brushing a little bit each day.
But it's those "middle ground" items that I can't fully understand how to determine.
Like reading the scriptures for example.
Of course it's important to read each day. Discover some good ideas, verses, guides, etc. However, equally effective, is to spend a couple of hours on a sunday, reading.
In contrast, when you read for that long (not assuming you're just straight reading it, which you[I] would fall asleep quickly to) you're not just reading a verse.
You now have time to Analyze, Compare, Review, Ponder, Understand, and Apply, all those really important concepts.
Of course, that isn't the greatest example since I should be reading those a few minutes each day, and maybe an hour or two on sunday, at least. (a few minutes a week would be an improvement, outside of seminary reading)
So, I suppose it remains; that all those intricate ideaologies, doctrines, and such, all continue to crumble under the simple (Because they're less friction in fewer parts :D Physics!).
Just Do it.
But maybe...
Just Want To Do It.
No really xD
But seriously, while I was in it, I had no idea how to get out, and even now, I'm not sure how I did get out.
I suppose I just said i would do it. Just Do It.
But it can't be so simple.
Because of the Special Conference during my gaming period, I came up with plenty of reasons to have gotten out and done something, but as soon as I got home, I just gamed anyways.
"Accept the fact that you will always be in debt. However, Never Forget."
This is an example of one of those phrases I came up with. It's important to understand it entirely, not just portions. No matter how hard I work I could never finish all of my homework, or I could never pay off the debt that I owe to people such as my parents, or Jesus Christ.
However, I must continue to push forward, with a head held high, walking in the strait and narrow path.
(Note: Financial and Biological Ideaoliges that it is necessary to always be in debt. Consider what happens if I complete all my homework. What would I then do? Probably Game, or watch TV, or something else less important. Therefore always having homework to do will keep me doing homework [something good] so...it should work.)
But that's only really coming into effect now, after school today. And there wasn't even any big revealing moment, no gongs and cymbals crashing. Just a small and light determination as I was leaving school, "I'm going to do my homework today."
....is it really so simple? it's almost not fair.....
I was also considering the similarites and differences between actions that benefit from short bursts verses continuous work. Monster Hunter Tri, for example, benefits from short bursts, because since it takes a decently long amount of time to log on, find a group, and start hunting. However, once you have found a group, you go from quest to quest to quest like *snap**snap**snap*.
But other things, like hygiene, are better continuously: No matter for how long you may brush your teeth on saturday, it will never be as effective in a week compared to brushing a little bit each day.
But it's those "middle ground" items that I can't fully understand how to determine.
Like reading the scriptures for example.
Of course it's important to read each day. Discover some good ideas, verses, guides, etc. However, equally effective, is to spend a couple of hours on a sunday, reading.
In contrast, when you read for that long (not assuming you're just straight reading it, which you[I] would fall asleep quickly to) you're not just reading a verse.
You now have time to Analyze, Compare, Review, Ponder, Understand, and Apply, all those really important concepts.
Of course, that isn't the greatest example since I should be reading those a few minutes each day, and maybe an hour or two on sunday, at least. (a few minutes a week would be an improvement, outside of seminary reading)
So, I suppose it remains; that all those intricate ideaologies, doctrines, and such, all continue to crumble under the simple (Because they're less friction in fewer parts :D Physics!).
Just Do it.
But maybe...
Just Want To Do It.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
The Twilight
What happens to a man when everything that has previously sustained him has lost its luster?
What happens when his comforts become his frustrations?
And what can he do if they are or are not his fault?
Does he merely continue on unaffected? Does he die, losing everything? Or must he find something else to sustain, to give him reason to move forward?
I ask these questions as I sit watching The Twilight fall before my eyes.
That uncanny brilliance, hidden under the darkness of night and ignorance, reserved only for me...where is it?
It hides from me yet, I know not where to find it.
I can still feel the comfort, see the spot where I humbly kneeled, yet it is only a ghost; a memory, nearly forgotten.
It was, fortunately, written down, however the quote I wish to add in at this moment also hides from me...I will use a rough translation instead, this wasn't exactly the quote I had read.
Ne vous attendez pas a beaucoup, et vous ne serez pas a decu.
(that is missing a few symbols, but as i wrote it in google translator it helped me to remember the actual translation)
Do not expect much, and you will not be disappointed.
An interesting phrase to use, I understand.
However, do not believe that this is me whining about Fall Ball or mourning other losses or fretting about things that must needs be done...
It goes far deeper than that.
Deep enough, that I wish not to endulge any further.
Good night.
What happens when his comforts become his frustrations?
And what can he do if they are or are not his fault?
Does he merely continue on unaffected? Does he die, losing everything? Or must he find something else to sustain, to give him reason to move forward?
I ask these questions as I sit watching The Twilight fall before my eyes.
That uncanny brilliance, hidden under the darkness of night and ignorance, reserved only for me...where is it?
It hides from me yet, I know not where to find it.
I can still feel the comfort, see the spot where I humbly kneeled, yet it is only a ghost; a memory, nearly forgotten.
It was, fortunately, written down, however the quote I wish to add in at this moment also hides from me...I will use a rough translation instead, this wasn't exactly the quote I had read.
Ne vous attendez pas a beaucoup, et vous ne serez pas a decu.
(that is missing a few symbols, but as i wrote it in google translator it helped me to remember the actual translation)
Do not expect much, and you will not be disappointed.
An interesting phrase to use, I understand.
However, do not believe that this is me whining about Fall Ball or mourning other losses or fretting about things that must needs be done...
It goes far deeper than that.
Deep enough, that I wish not to endulge any further.
Good night.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Now that the Musical is over...
Shall I label myself as a Genius? As a Hard-worker?
Is it my right, or obligation to call myself by those names?
Or is it merely a priviledge, to be lost or earned determined not only by one's actions but by one's intentions?
I could not answer these questions...and therefore slacked off.
So where does that leave me now? As a hypocrite?
Do I profess to be wise and learned and yet fall to enticings and temptations of all flavors and difficulties?
I certainly do...now, the problem, is how to change that.
The one thing I find I can actually do Junior Year is take notes (everything, of course excluding writing in my blog, oddly enough (that's the hypocritical portion).
I can actually go over my notes and from them be able to understand not only the meaning but also the purpose hidden behind them.
I take notes on everything from Seminary, to Class Lectures, and of course write down anything and everything at all useful.
It's certainly a great skill to learn, yet there are so many more that I should have already been doing by now.
I think I shall reinforce what is tabbed to my wall.
LEARN. GO AND DO.
Play Music Everyday.
Read and Listen Often.
Talk and Chat More.
Play and Watch Less.
Rather large generalizations, I know, but they are not only necessary but efficient...I should try using them xP
The problem is, not only am I filled with so many varying beliefs and ideals, but there is so much information I am taking in, and spending so much more time with so many things;
It all gets jumbled. Nothing is BlackWhite, only Gray...
That's why I'm writing right now. To accomplish that distinction.
It's taking a lot of effort to not press a few buttons to watch SGU, which is just getting into the philosophical and scientific and emotional and explosive climax.
But i can't. The entire day that I had (came home from school at 3, going, "I got tons of time! Hey Mitch, wanna play COD?" ...........idiot.) is gone, wasted away in what I hope and wish would be me strategizing as I fight off swarms of zombies... I'm not. and I know it. All I'm doing is listening to the dude swear his guts out and waiting till the zombie comes in range of my shotgun.
Fortunately, my mother opened the garage door quite loudly, and abruptly sent me out of my couch spot, into my room, in my chair, and reading, forcibly. This reaffirmation of location was surprisingly successful in reigniting my passion for the final chapters of 1984, and I finally got some degree of homework done...
However, the true reason it is that I am writing is because, as my Learn goals say, the only way to do something you don't want to do is to do it. Nothing will ever change if you don't attempt to change.
And I have to. We'll see.
Is it my right, or obligation to call myself by those names?
Or is it merely a priviledge, to be lost or earned determined not only by one's actions but by one's intentions?
I could not answer these questions...and therefore slacked off.
So where does that leave me now? As a hypocrite?
Do I profess to be wise and learned and yet fall to enticings and temptations of all flavors and difficulties?
I certainly do...now, the problem, is how to change that.
The one thing I find I can actually do Junior Year is take notes (everything, of course excluding writing in my blog, oddly enough (that's the hypocritical portion).
I can actually go over my notes and from them be able to understand not only the meaning but also the purpose hidden behind them.
I take notes on everything from Seminary, to Class Lectures, and of course write down anything and everything at all useful.
It's certainly a great skill to learn, yet there are so many more that I should have already been doing by now.
I think I shall reinforce what is tabbed to my wall.
LEARN. GO AND DO.
Play Music Everyday.
Read and Listen Often.
Talk and Chat More.
Play and Watch Less.
Rather large generalizations, I know, but they are not only necessary but efficient...I should try using them xP
The problem is, not only am I filled with so many varying beliefs and ideals, but there is so much information I am taking in, and spending so much more time with so many things;
It all gets jumbled. Nothing is BlackWhite, only Gray...
That's why I'm writing right now. To accomplish that distinction.
It's taking a lot of effort to not press a few buttons to watch SGU, which is just getting into the philosophical and scientific and emotional and explosive climax.
But i can't. The entire day that I had (came home from school at 3, going, "I got tons of time! Hey Mitch, wanna play COD?" ...........idiot.) is gone, wasted away in what I hope and wish would be me strategizing as I fight off swarms of zombies... I'm not. and I know it. All I'm doing is listening to the dude swear his guts out and waiting till the zombie comes in range of my shotgun.
Fortunately, my mother opened the garage door quite loudly, and abruptly sent me out of my couch spot, into my room, in my chair, and reading, forcibly. This reaffirmation of location was surprisingly successful in reigniting my passion for the final chapters of 1984, and I finally got some degree of homework done...
However, the true reason it is that I am writing is because, as my Learn goals say, the only way to do something you don't want to do is to do it. Nothing will ever change if you don't attempt to change.
And I have to. We'll see.
Monday, October 18, 2010
I suppose...
That I owe it to you guys to post something.
But I don't wanna!
I need to work right now! (I should be)
I gotta finish my assignments! (at least the ones due tomorrow)
I must stop reminicsing! (seriously dude, come on)
SHUT UP SP!!!...(shutting up now...)
*sigh* *whine* *moan* I had such an amazing weekend though...I need to share it... well, it's going down in my journal before I go to bed tonight, at least :)
But whether or not you guys get the Whole story ;) ....we'll see. I don't know if I can trust any of you with that kinda information :)...
Oh noez. I need a new journal. Gotta go get one!
Ya. I is random. Sorry.
I love you all though.
Like a friend.
Not that creepy one, that sits outside of the group the whole week but then at the end is hugging everyone like he was about to be shipped off to Iraq or something,
Or that weird one, that hugs and hugs and hugs, and then it gets strange, and then they keep hugging, and you go, like, Whoa! Stop it, with the hugging!
No. But I luvs ya'll.
But I don't wanna!
I need to work right now! (I should be)
I gotta finish my assignments! (at least the ones due tomorrow)
I must stop reminicsing! (seriously dude, come on)
SHUT UP SP!!!...(shutting up now...)
*sigh* *whine* *moan* I had such an amazing weekend though...I need to share it... well, it's going down in my journal before I go to bed tonight, at least :)
But whether or not you guys get the Whole story ;) ....we'll see. I don't know if I can trust any of you with that kinda information :)...
Oh noez. I need a new journal. Gotta go get one!
Ya. I is random. Sorry.
I love you all though.
Like a friend.
Not that creepy one, that sits outside of the group the whole week but then at the end is hugging everyone like he was about to be shipped off to Iraq or something,
Or that weird one, that hugs and hugs and hugs, and then it gets strange, and then they keep hugging, and you go, like, Whoa! Stop it, with the hugging!
No. But I luvs ya'll.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
A Bachelor weekend? I think not...
Mom and Dad go on a trip. Does this mean party time for the kids?
Well, no.
*sigh* it's time that I should finally get it out of my head. These feelings have been buzzing around inside nonstop, so that anytime someone approaches me with something I can't but judge them on everything they said, asked me to do, and then go do themselves. It sucks, and I feel like Peeta.
My dad's been pressuring me.
Whether he knows it or not, or much it is actually affecting, I doubt it.
But no matter what his situation, it sucks for me.
I admit that in all of these cases, they had been caused by my slacking off, laziness, and pure stupidity or distractidity. However...
For instance, the most general is of my saying I'm doing homework (which is 80% of the time, true) and he thinking I'm just watching tv or playing videogames.
I know he hates me doing those things, but I can't stop the rushing judgementation, that everytime he's home and not working, he's in his room, watching tv.
It gets worse when I've done the things he wanted me to do, and then more commands come- I sent an email to a guy in charge of an engineering firm, about having a job there in summer time. My dad told me to do this, one becuase he wants me to work, and two because he wants to work.
When he grew up, working was all he knew (I assume) and wants me to work as hard and be as prepared as I was. But I can feel those condescending stares he gives me through the couch as he walks down the hallway, and the tv's on.
I take breaks too! I need a rest! I wake up at 5:30 to go early morning seminary so that I can go to 4 college level classes followed by Musical practice! Do I not get an hour to sit and let my brain melt away? (which is not at all what I'm doing if anyone would take a moment to hear my explanation and to truly describe it...only Connor understands it, and not even he knows the way in which I see them...)
So I've stumbled just as I was picking up speed.
While the parents were away, I washed all the dishes, and took care of Mitchell and Katie for whatever Grandma didn't take care of (which wasn't much). Naturally as the garage door failed as I was the only one going to church, it pushed down on me to stop. To stop moving along (sorry, that's the song that's playing).
Bringing the parents home, it was great...as they totally avoided the fact that I had cleaned the kitchen. And instead, quickly found something I hadn't yet done...
It's just- I ......I hate feeling so judgemental, and, and, ANGRY...so I need some way to vent. But as I have so described, my usual ways of venting have now become the things causing the stress. So maybe I should just keep doing what's right.
Hopefully things will get better.
Between me, and a lot of things.
And people.
*sigh*
Good night.
P.S. I have noted that what I say in this blog has been confusing, hurting, even harmful to the people who read it.
All I will say is, read it at your own risk. The words written here are my thoughts, mostly uncensored. I apologize for what I said that may hurt you, but I will not take back my words in the same way that God will not take back our trials.
This has come up multiple times now, and besides taking a small portion of these words into my journal rather than my blog,
I don't plan to change. But I Am willing.
Well, no.
*sigh* it's time that I should finally get it out of my head. These feelings have been buzzing around inside nonstop, so that anytime someone approaches me with something I can't but judge them on everything they said, asked me to do, and then go do themselves. It sucks, and I feel like Peeta.
My dad's been pressuring me.
Whether he knows it or not, or much it is actually affecting, I doubt it.
But no matter what his situation, it sucks for me.
I admit that in all of these cases, they had been caused by my slacking off, laziness, and pure stupidity or distractidity. However...
For instance, the most general is of my saying I'm doing homework (which is 80% of the time, true) and he thinking I'm just watching tv or playing videogames.
I know he hates me doing those things, but I can't stop the rushing judgementation, that everytime he's home and not working, he's in his room, watching tv.
It gets worse when I've done the things he wanted me to do, and then more commands come- I sent an email to a guy in charge of an engineering firm, about having a job there in summer time. My dad told me to do this, one becuase he wants me to work, and two because he wants to work.
When he grew up, working was all he knew (I assume) and wants me to work as hard and be as prepared as I was. But I can feel those condescending stares he gives me through the couch as he walks down the hallway, and the tv's on.
I take breaks too! I need a rest! I wake up at 5:30 to go early morning seminary so that I can go to 4 college level classes followed by Musical practice! Do I not get an hour to sit and let my brain melt away? (which is not at all what I'm doing if anyone would take a moment to hear my explanation and to truly describe it...only Connor understands it, and not even he knows the way in which I see them...)
So I've stumbled just as I was picking up speed.
While the parents were away, I washed all the dishes, and took care of Mitchell and Katie for whatever Grandma didn't take care of (which wasn't much). Naturally as the garage door failed as I was the only one going to church, it pushed down on me to stop. To stop moving along (sorry, that's the song that's playing).
Bringing the parents home, it was great...as they totally avoided the fact that I had cleaned the kitchen. And instead, quickly found something I hadn't yet done...
It's just- I ......I hate feeling so judgemental, and, and, ANGRY...so I need some way to vent. But as I have so described, my usual ways of venting have now become the things causing the stress. So maybe I should just keep doing what's right.
Hopefully things will get better.
Between me, and a lot of things.
And people.
*sigh*
Good night.
P.S. I have noted that what I say in this blog has been confusing, hurting, even harmful to the people who read it.
All I will say is, read it at your own risk. The words written here are my thoughts, mostly uncensored. I apologize for what I said that may hurt you, but I will not take back my words in the same way that God will not take back our trials.
This has come up multiple times now, and besides taking a small portion of these words into my journal rather than my blog,
I don't plan to change. But I Am willing.
Monday, September 13, 2010
I would love to...
I would love to give you this nice long, juicy entry, and maybe I can, maybe I can't.
We have to see.
Well, it's super late at night, and there's so much to talk about, I am forgetting. Forgetting.
Yeah, that's a big part of what's going on with me right now. I keep becoming more and more afraid of forgetting things, and therefore I keep making all these new graphs and lists and goal sheets and ideas and brainstorming but...I keep changing the things that are supposed to change me.
For instance, the two journals will no longer be Serendipity or Eureka, and the journal will not be written as my name in Codex. Instead are words and phrases that make far more sense, and especially to those that come to read this blog.
The first notebook will be Wisdom, the second Understanding, the journal Enlightenment.
Read the introduction to this blog, The Twilight, if you don't understand.
Wisdom will document all the things I do and research (video games, wikipedia stuff, etc.), and kind of be my scratch paper, if you will. The idea is that all the stuff I write down will be wisdom, if I choose to use it.
Understanding is going to be my new Dialectical Journal of Everything. Most importantly will be my scriptures (writing down everything marked in my scriptures is a task for a summer), but otherwise for every free-read book and perhaps I will write dreams here too.
Enlightenment is going to be written entirely in the Codex. It will be my journal, but I will want to spare it with things pertaining to Enlightenment, so that anyone who manages to read it later will be able to see the changes in me as I realize more about myself.
The Perservation of Self is already on my planner (and I like it) and The Twilight is a fundamental name already, and makes sense to me. I'm writing in the Twilight right now.
Back to things pertaining to most of you reading.
Well, last monday was No School, I took advantage of that to write and do homework ( alot) cause I didn't do enough over the weekend. I barely did enough before Homecoming, but it was sufficient.
Homecoming.
:)
A very, very, very nice time to spend with friends, and *more importantly* Christina :)I hadn't seen her for a couple of months, and it was great to spend time with her.
When I woke up on Saturday and immediately started cleaning and getting ready for everyone, I felt that sense of feeling of being a party-planner. Personally, I think I'm pretty good at it, if only because I have an awesome house (downstairs) to host it.
She arrived first (on purpose) so I could show her around. That, and of course, she was at my house (never been to before) surrounded by my family and friends (only very slightly know) going around to places (she has never been before) and doing stuff she wasn't really accustomed to doing.
All in all, it was great ^^
The attendance to the party was decent, if it changed every hour or so. First was Christina, then Teagan (very interesting to watch this...) followed by Connor and Alysha, and eventually Hudson and two people I didn't know he was bringing -_-, followed finally by Andrew and Marie. (josey, with hudson, didn't come till dinner.)
Nearly the last ones here, Hudson and his two friends were the first to leave...
Andrew left soon too, and Connor and Alysha as well........so there were great amounts of times when it was my family, Christina, and Teagan. Naturally, Teagan had the upper hand because she could play the family card but...Christina had me.
We had a chocolate fondue thing set up, drinks, played ping pong, watched Nausicaa (which I should have chosen differently becuase of Christina's bugphobia), and the party itself was great. We had a good time :)
When I finally got Teagan to leave, Christina barely had time to get ready before Connor was here, waiting. (I was ready in two minutes, and played the piano while Christina got ready downstairs).
When she came up...Wow, she was gorgeous :) :) :)
[and my worst fears were silenced, she didn't put on excessive makeup or jewelry, in fact, only a tiny bit...I was so relieved]
Naturally, we took pictures, and you can go to facebook to find those, until I edit those photos to this blog. I put on her corsage, and her my boutinere (it's wrong, I don't care about spelling right now.) and we headed out :)
We picked up Alysha (who looked wonderful) and drove down to the Old Spaghetti Factory in Trolley Square.
I'm not sure I liked this part so much, besides being in (and eating in) the restaurant. It was a kind of long drive, and we didn't talk much, and the way in to the restaurant was 80% Utah fans, 10% homecoming kids...
As soon as we got into the waiting area, it was fun though :) We took pictures James Bond style in a chusiony chair next to a fireplace, and talked and stood and sat till Hudson and his group arrived (with Josey now, who looked stunning). We got a table and were somewhere inbetween Rowdy and Under Control, all the while having fun :) It was juuuuust right.
[ex: We asked for crayons, and doodled while we waited and after xD]
Coming out of the restaurant was even stranger, as there was this werid, weird art exhibit...*shiver*....don't remember it...
Another drive...
But arriving at the dance, was the time we had all been waiting for :)
Sadly, the Commons was disappointing. So many crowded bodies, Rap music so loud, so hoooot...we just stayed outside, chatted, and nearly played ninja :D
Me and Christina eventually started walking around the school (have no fear, we were chaperoned by Andrew and Marie ^^) and that was great, it was just like the gateway.
{This walk and talk was very important to me. I had to know whether we were actually able to continue talking and talking, or whether it was simply becuase we were getting to know each other then. Although we talked less, we did succeed, and that's a good thing.}
At random intervals (that Hudson and his group that didn't follow us was unable to catch up with) we slow-danced, took pictures, and (one of the best times of all) we simply went a little ways into the band hallway, where we could hear the music, but it was cool and open...
Me and Christina experimented with improv dancing :D :D :D it was so much fun, I can't even describe it :)
Including some more walking around the school, and a very rude scare by Connor and company, that's how our Homecoming dance was :)
Getting a ride from Kelly, we got dropped off to find Christina's car (and The Berret's house) Toilet Paper'd...hmm, I wonder who did it?
Me and my dad cleaned up while she got changed (she had a long drive at 11:15 at night...) and when we finished, I just talked to my parents about it for a while before she was dressed, then I went downstairs to help her pack. Taking her stuff out to the car, we said our goodbyes, I gave her a goodnight kiss, and she drove off, going home. 45 minutes later, I received a text that she had gotten home safely.
Well, that's as many details as I can recall...I'm way tired, and I hope you enjoyed that post...especially you, Christina ;)
Good Night.
We have to see.
Well, it's super late at night, and there's so much to talk about, I am forgetting. Forgetting.
Yeah, that's a big part of what's going on with me right now. I keep becoming more and more afraid of forgetting things, and therefore I keep making all these new graphs and lists and goal sheets and ideas and brainstorming but...I keep changing the things that are supposed to change me.
For instance, the two journals will no longer be Serendipity or Eureka, and the journal will not be written as my name in Codex. Instead are words and phrases that make far more sense, and especially to those that come to read this blog.
The first notebook will be Wisdom, the second Understanding, the journal Enlightenment.
Read the introduction to this blog, The Twilight, if you don't understand.
Wisdom will document all the things I do and research (video games, wikipedia stuff, etc.), and kind of be my scratch paper, if you will. The idea is that all the stuff I write down will be wisdom, if I choose to use it.
Understanding is going to be my new Dialectical Journal of Everything. Most importantly will be my scriptures (writing down everything marked in my scriptures is a task for a summer), but otherwise for every free-read book and perhaps I will write dreams here too.
Enlightenment is going to be written entirely in the Codex. It will be my journal, but I will want to spare it with things pertaining to Enlightenment, so that anyone who manages to read it later will be able to see the changes in me as I realize more about myself.
The Perservation of Self is already on my planner (and I like it) and The Twilight is a fundamental name already, and makes sense to me. I'm writing in the Twilight right now.
Back to things pertaining to most of you reading.
Well, last monday was No School, I took advantage of that to write and do homework ( alot) cause I didn't do enough over the weekend. I barely did enough before Homecoming, but it was sufficient.
Homecoming.
:)
A very, very, very nice time to spend with friends, and *more importantly* Christina :)I hadn't seen her for a couple of months, and it was great to spend time with her.
When I woke up on Saturday and immediately started cleaning and getting ready for everyone, I felt that sense of feeling of being a party-planner. Personally, I think I'm pretty good at it, if only because I have an awesome house (downstairs) to host it.
She arrived first (on purpose) so I could show her around. That, and of course, she was at my house (never been to before) surrounded by my family and friends (only very slightly know) going around to places (she has never been before) and doing stuff she wasn't really accustomed to doing.
All in all, it was great ^^
The attendance to the party was decent, if it changed every hour or so. First was Christina, then Teagan (very interesting to watch this...) followed by Connor and Alysha, and eventually Hudson and two people I didn't know he was bringing -_-, followed finally by Andrew and Marie. (josey, with hudson, didn't come till dinner.)
Nearly the last ones here, Hudson and his two friends were the first to leave...
Andrew left soon too, and Connor and Alysha as well........so there were great amounts of times when it was my family, Christina, and Teagan. Naturally, Teagan had the upper hand because she could play the family card but...Christina had me.
We had a chocolate fondue thing set up, drinks, played ping pong, watched Nausicaa (which I should have chosen differently becuase of Christina's bugphobia), and the party itself was great. We had a good time :)
When I finally got Teagan to leave, Christina barely had time to get ready before Connor was here, waiting. (I was ready in two minutes, and played the piano while Christina got ready downstairs).
When she came up...Wow, she was gorgeous :) :) :)
[and my worst fears were silenced, she didn't put on excessive makeup or jewelry, in fact, only a tiny bit...I was so relieved]
Naturally, we took pictures, and you can go to facebook to find those, until I edit those photos to this blog. I put on her corsage, and her my boutinere (it's wrong, I don't care about spelling right now.) and we headed out :)
We picked up Alysha (who looked wonderful) and drove down to the Old Spaghetti Factory in Trolley Square.
I'm not sure I liked this part so much, besides being in (and eating in) the restaurant. It was a kind of long drive, and we didn't talk much, and the way in to the restaurant was 80% Utah fans, 10% homecoming kids...
As soon as we got into the waiting area, it was fun though :) We took pictures James Bond style in a chusiony chair next to a fireplace, and talked and stood and sat till Hudson and his group arrived (with Josey now, who looked stunning). We got a table and were somewhere inbetween Rowdy and Under Control, all the while having fun :) It was juuuuust right.
[ex: We asked for crayons, and doodled while we waited and after xD]
Coming out of the restaurant was even stranger, as there was this werid, weird art exhibit...*shiver*....don't remember it...
Another drive...
But arriving at the dance, was the time we had all been waiting for :)
Sadly, the Commons was disappointing. So many crowded bodies, Rap music so loud, so hoooot...we just stayed outside, chatted, and nearly played ninja :D
Me and Christina eventually started walking around the school (have no fear, we were chaperoned by Andrew and Marie ^^) and that was great, it was just like the gateway.
{This walk and talk was very important to me. I had to know whether we were actually able to continue talking and talking, or whether it was simply becuase we were getting to know each other then. Although we talked less, we did succeed, and that's a good thing.}
At random intervals (that Hudson and his group that didn't follow us was unable to catch up with) we slow-danced, took pictures, and (one of the best times of all) we simply went a little ways into the band hallway, where we could hear the music, but it was cool and open...
Me and Christina experimented with improv dancing :D :D :D it was so much fun, I can't even describe it :)
Including some more walking around the school, and a very rude scare by Connor and company, that's how our Homecoming dance was :)
Getting a ride from Kelly, we got dropped off to find Christina's car (and The Berret's house) Toilet Paper'd...hmm, I wonder who did it?
Me and my dad cleaned up while she got changed (she had a long drive at 11:15 at night...) and when we finished, I just talked to my parents about it for a while before she was dressed, then I went downstairs to help her pack. Taking her stuff out to the car, we said our goodbyes, I gave her a goodnight kiss, and she drove off, going home. 45 minutes later, I received a text that she had gotten home safely.
Well, that's as many details as I can recall...I'm way tired, and I hope you enjoyed that post...especially you, Christina ;)
Good Night.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Labor Day Weekend
I'm taking advantage of the fact that I don't have school today (monday) to write right now. Normally, expect the regular update to come on sunday.
So, remind me to go Barnes and Noble and get two new journals, as well as a really nice notepad. I finally got to the end of the journal that I have had since 2003, as well as I would like a new notepad for my stuffs alongside my new planner.
The title for the dream journal will be Serendipity. Serendipity is a propensity for making fortunate discoveries while looking for something unrelated. The plain journal's name will be my name spelled in the Codex, with an inscription using the Cypher inside. The notepad's name will be Eureka. Eureka is an exclamation used as an interjection to celebrate a discovery. The planner's name will be The Preservation of Self. Preservation is a synonnym to record, and self as in to keep myself in order, on track.
This is fun :)
So, I've already asked Christina to homecoming, just making sure you know. I'm afraid I don't have the text that I sent her (alongside my call) when I asked her, but know that I told her about my dream, and used that to ask her to the dance. It was creative with what I could do, at least in my opininon.
But I'm tired, good night.
So, remind me to go Barnes and Noble and get two new journals, as well as a really nice notepad. I finally got to the end of the journal that I have had since 2003, as well as I would like a new notepad for my stuffs alongside my new planner.
The title for the dream journal will be Serendipity. Serendipity is a propensity for making fortunate discoveries while looking for something unrelated. The plain journal's name will be my name spelled in the Codex, with an inscription using the Cypher inside. The notepad's name will be Eureka. Eureka is an exclamation used as an interjection to celebrate a discovery. The planner's name will be The Preservation of Self. Preservation is a synonnym to record, and self as in to keep myself in order, on track.
This is fun :)
So, I've already asked Christina to homecoming, just making sure you know. I'm afraid I don't have the text that I sent her (alongside my call) when I asked her, but know that I told her about my dream, and used that to ask her to the dance. It was creative with what I could do, at least in my opininon.
But I'm tired, good night.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Hi.
Yep Yep Yep.
So, I added a goal to write in my blog once a week.
It is not this week yet, but will probably be the week after homecoming.
I have early morning. Good night.
So, I added a goal to write in my blog once a week.
It is not this week yet, but will probably be the week after homecoming.
I have early morning. Good night.
Monday, August 16, 2010
So...
Wednesday night didn't write after all.
The date happened, but not the writing.
And what happened on said date? Not much. Very little.
A good movie, good popcorn, good cheese fries, good ice cream, and probably good company, but personally, not good chatter...Honestly, I thought we were a little better at that than I thought...It could be that I've cooped myself up the last month, so all this socialism (Registration, HPP, Dates, etc.) is a little rusty on my end.
However, it could also have been because I was...No, I'll let that go.
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I think I shall return to my favorite, and usual, habit of writing in my blog every monday (and possibly friday) night. School starts next week, and I plan to hop right into every good habit possible, from following the counsel of my teachers to preparing now for what may come.
Let's do this.
The date happened, but not the writing.
And what happened on said date? Not much. Very little.
A good movie, good popcorn, good cheese fries, good ice cream, and probably good company, but personally, not good chatter...Honestly, I thought we were a little better at that than I thought...It could be that I've cooped myself up the last month, so all this socialism (Registration, HPP, Dates, etc.) is a little rusty on my end.
However, it could also have been because I was...No, I'll let that go.
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I think I shall return to my favorite, and usual, habit of writing in my blog every monday (and possibly friday) night. School starts next week, and I plan to hop right into every good habit possible, from following the counsel of my teachers to preparing now for what may come.
Let's do this.
Monday, August 9, 2010
'Sup
Yeah, that's all I got to say.
Honestly, it's more than what some other people I know have said lately.
However, I would be disappointing a surely dying audience of fans if I didn't write more than that ;D
So I will. ummmm......
Life's good. Yeah.
I'm preparing for school. Slowly. As slow as possible in fact. Which isn't really so good. So I suppose I should start the Crucible. And the assignments attached.
Okay fine, I'll tell you, I'm going on a date with Teagan! Alright, happy? Yeah, I thought so...I made her a deal, that if I read The Lightning Thief, She would go with me to Inception.
Here's the thing: I saw The Lightning Thief, and didn't like it so much.
She saw Inception, and didn't like it so much, while on the other hand;
She thought The Lightning Thief as a book was totally awesome, even a comparison of Eragon the book, to Eragon the movie...yeah.
And I thought Inception was the totally best movie everest of all awesomeness. Right alongside Avatar.
So in an effort for use to be able to share points of view, we made the deal...now that I think about it, it's kind of one sided...
I had to read a book (which I thought was actually pretty good) but also have to pay for all the movie things...oh well :)
But this will be a first and probably only. It'll be nice to see and talk to her, but it was also nice to see Alena at my own ward ^^ She came to see Joe Anderson, and I said hello...and Of course it's great to talk to Christina :) ...and efy peoples...and older friends...yeah, socially, stuff is good :)
physically...not reporting.
spiritually...Muy bien! Great times reading the scriptures, and efy of course.
mentally...almost up to par! Reading and finishing Stephen Hawking has been a blast! (one that took much preparation of course xP)
I think that is detailed enough. Talk to you wednesday night most likely.
Honestly, it's more than what some other people I know have said lately.
However, I would be disappointing a surely dying audience of fans if I didn't write more than that ;D
So I will. ummmm......
Life's good. Yeah.
I'm preparing for school. Slowly. As slow as possible in fact. Which isn't really so good. So I suppose I should start the Crucible. And the assignments attached.
Okay fine, I'll tell you, I'm going on a date with Teagan! Alright, happy? Yeah, I thought so...I made her a deal, that if I read The Lightning Thief, She would go with me to Inception.
Here's the thing: I saw The Lightning Thief, and didn't like it so much.
She saw Inception, and didn't like it so much, while on the other hand;
She thought The Lightning Thief as a book was totally awesome, even a comparison of Eragon the book, to Eragon the movie...yeah.
And I thought Inception was the totally best movie everest of all awesomeness. Right alongside Avatar.
So in an effort for use to be able to share points of view, we made the deal...now that I think about it, it's kind of one sided...
I had to read a book (which I thought was actually pretty good) but also have to pay for all the movie things...oh well :)
But this will be a first and probably only. It'll be nice to see and talk to her, but it was also nice to see Alena at my own ward ^^ She came to see Joe Anderson, and I said hello...and Of course it's great to talk to Christina :) ...and efy peoples...and older friends...yeah, socially, stuff is good :)
physically...not reporting.
spiritually...Muy bien! Great times reading the scriptures, and efy of course.
mentally...almost up to par! Reading and finishing Stephen Hawking has been a blast! (one that took much preparation of course xP)
I think that is detailed enough. Talk to you wednesday night most likely.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Success!
Hicka-Boo Boo-Sha!
Yeah, just like that ^^
Well, I woke up in the morning. Mitchell didn't want to come with me, so I was afraid my goal would fail, but I went to the rec center ^^ I felt good!
And after I did the laundry and edged and did doggie duties, I kind of slacked off, before I spent multiple hours working on the router...I got my internet!
Which means I can write far more often! Yay!
I'm still working on socially, cause I didn't communicate well with Josey :P
And spiritually...I just hunted for hours after church rather than doing anything spiritual...
So mentally is better.
So physically is better.
...we'll see how it goes.
Today, the Connor and Josey at the Karate Kid.
Tomorrow, Mom and siblings at Toy Story 3.
Wednesday Night, Teagan and many friends at The Last Airbender.
Thursday Night, Me, friends, and relatives at Alena's Rodeo.
Saturday, 4th of July parade...
Yeah, just like that ^^
Well, I woke up in the morning. Mitchell didn't want to come with me, so I was afraid my goal would fail, but I went to the rec center ^^ I felt good!
And after I did the laundry and edged and did doggie duties, I kind of slacked off, before I spent multiple hours working on the router...I got my internet!
Which means I can write far more often! Yay!
I'm still working on socially, cause I didn't communicate well with Josey :P
And spiritually...I just hunted for hours after church rather than doing anything spiritual...
So mentally is better.
So physically is better.
...we'll see how it goes.
Today, the Connor and Josey at the Karate Kid.
Tomorrow, Mom and siblings at Toy Story 3.
Wednesday Night, Teagan and many friends at The Last Airbender.
Thursday Night, Me, friends, and relatives at Alena's Rodeo.
Saturday, 4th of July parade...
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Summer Distractidity
Mr. Bloggy, Do you have Feelings?
Cause if you do, I must have hurt them.
I must have thrown them into the wood-chipper, into the melting pot, followed by the master chef's new assistant...with 9 fingers.
So I apologize.
To everyone and everything I've done that to.
I suppose that I have found my favorite ditch again.
The one I got stuck in? ya, that one.
Yet, I know, this time, it could be harder or easier to get out of.
I say that because all I want to do is either play Monster Hunter, watch House, or for 10% of the other time to do something productive and healthy.
I want to be able to do that healthy stuff.
Like write on my blog.
And I know I should have plenty of reason to, I'm beginning to see all of the ultimatum's and consequences of my inactivity.
My physical fitness is getting worse= Especially becuase I don't do anything active anymore, but I couldn't lift Teagan during that swing-dancing move, and I discovered that Wii-Fit is a good-for-nothing lier. (The carpet softens my weight, So I weighed myself on hard tile. Not only was I 23 pounds heavier, but on the carpet, it shifted my weight by 3 pounds at some points, when I weighed myself only minutes before.)
My mental fitness I am sure is diminishing= I am trying a little to find a job, and to actually use my mind with monster Hunter, but to little avail.
My spiritual fitness actually isn't terrible= It still needs more exercise by reading in my scriptures each night, but I went to Youth Conference, and Church...
My social fitness...again isn't terrible= but my hygiene is simply nasty, and I've couped myself up like Matt Alacran.
Rhapsody in Blue is in a rut. I cannot progress= Because I am not playing every day. Or even every week.
So, I've started a weak retaliation.
Yesterday, I worked out (If only on fencing).
A couple days ago, I went out to find job applications (didn't write anything yet)
A couple days ago, I played the piano (not seriously, or with determination)
Yesterday, I erased all the episodes of House i had recorded, or planned recording (Very good thing, yet I found i was still watching the tv, now it was just pointless shows...)
If only the family trip wasn't this week. Then it would be easier (hopefully) to begin the FULL retaliation.
Workout at the Rec Center in the morning. (I desperately need it, and will be a simple way to also prepare for Early Morning Seminary, and Life as a missionary, and a very good goal for life in general.)
Read my scriptures, say my prayers, in the morning and at night.
Do the entire list of hygiene, including shaving more often (I'll start with monday and friday, cause I love to stroke the scratchy ^^) Brushing my teeth (Desperately needed) use acne and lotion (I'm too arrogant to want to know I need to) and shower EVERY day and use gel and deo (that's the only things I ACTUALLY do, witht the exception of every day.)
Apply for jobs. (It would be fun and beneficial to work at Day Murray Music, only beneficial to work somewhere else.)
Play more piano, read more books, write more words, Do more work (Simply things I need to do to replace Tv, videogames, and laziness.)
Now, this is the hardest part.
I realize that I can make all the goals I want at night.
Pretty late, I can say anything, and with a tiny amount, or a massive amount of determination, I very RARELY get to doing it.
So.
I'm going to go to bed now.
Hopefully I will dream, and wake up to go work out.
Cause if you do, I must have hurt them.
I must have thrown them into the wood-chipper, into the melting pot, followed by the master chef's new assistant...with 9 fingers.
So I apologize.
To everyone and everything I've done that to.
I suppose that I have found my favorite ditch again.
The one I got stuck in? ya, that one.
Yet, I know, this time, it could be harder or easier to get out of.
I say that because all I want to do is either play Monster Hunter, watch House, or for 10% of the other time to do something productive and healthy.
I want to be able to do that healthy stuff.
Like write on my blog.
And I know I should have plenty of reason to, I'm beginning to see all of the ultimatum's and consequences of my inactivity.
My physical fitness is getting worse= Especially becuase I don't do anything active anymore, but I couldn't lift Teagan during that swing-dancing move, and I discovered that Wii-Fit is a good-for-nothing lier. (The carpet softens my weight, So I weighed myself on hard tile. Not only was I 23 pounds heavier, but on the carpet, it shifted my weight by 3 pounds at some points, when I weighed myself only minutes before.)
My mental fitness I am sure is diminishing= I am trying a little to find a job, and to actually use my mind with monster Hunter, but to little avail.
My spiritual fitness actually isn't terrible= It still needs more exercise by reading in my scriptures each night, but I went to Youth Conference, and Church...
My social fitness...again isn't terrible= but my hygiene is simply nasty, and I've couped myself up like Matt Alacran.
Rhapsody in Blue is in a rut. I cannot progress= Because I am not playing every day. Or even every week.
So, I've started a weak retaliation.
Yesterday, I worked out (If only on fencing).
A couple days ago, I went out to find job applications (didn't write anything yet)
A couple days ago, I played the piano (not seriously, or with determination)
Yesterday, I erased all the episodes of House i had recorded, or planned recording (Very good thing, yet I found i was still watching the tv, now it was just pointless shows...)
If only the family trip wasn't this week. Then it would be easier (hopefully) to begin the FULL retaliation.
Workout at the Rec Center in the morning. (I desperately need it, and will be a simple way to also prepare for Early Morning Seminary, and Life as a missionary, and a very good goal for life in general.)
Read my scriptures, say my prayers, in the morning and at night.
Do the entire list of hygiene, including shaving more often (I'll start with monday and friday, cause I love to stroke the scratchy ^^) Brushing my teeth (Desperately needed) use acne and lotion (I'm too arrogant to want to know I need to) and shower EVERY day and use gel and deo (that's the only things I ACTUALLY do, witht the exception of every day.)
Apply for jobs. (It would be fun and beneficial to work at Day Murray Music, only beneficial to work somewhere else.)
Play more piano, read more books, write more words, Do more work (Simply things I need to do to replace Tv, videogames, and laziness.)
Now, this is the hardest part.
I realize that I can make all the goals I want at night.
Pretty late, I can say anything, and with a tiny amount, or a massive amount of determination, I very RARELY get to doing it.
So.
I'm going to go to bed now.
Hopefully I will dream, and wake up to go work out.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
The Gateway
I'm starting to write erratically, but I have a decent reason for that :) A very good one.......very very good one ;D
First off though, a different reason, is merely summer laziness...which I can finally embrace! I was feeling it this whole week, but I still had a few assignments to do....but I'm done and I think I got a 4.0! :D
But, I can definately tell you, summer has started, at least for me :)
That was a lot of firsts this week, more importantly last night :)
First time I felt summer fever this soon.
First time I drove myself to the Gateway.
First date.
First...and there's lots more like that ;D
So, last night, I went to the Gateway with Christina, and her friend Autumn, and her boyfriend, Andrew.
It was interesting, because I had a completely set plan for everything, but it ended up longer, and far more...normal for teenagers my age. Yet I didn't have a problem at all with that...we all had a great time anyway ^^
But the biggest reason I think I enjoyed, besides just being with Christina's company, was the fact that I felt someone always had something to say.
Either, I could speak, or listen, but there was never a lull in conversation, an awkward silence, yet it was at least four hours...
We went to Rumbi's where I aced the interrogation by Autumn, shared a rice bowl with Christina, then, because we missed the 6:45 Space Pirates show, we instead found our way to the theater and saw Shrek Forever After. Which was actually good. I won't necessarily suggest it, but I can say that it was better than the third- Like they made a fourth to actually be the final "third" movie which would end it well.
And from there it was just a nice long time of walking around the Gateway, late at night. By this point in time, it was frequently just me and Christina, seeing as of how autumn and andrew were frequently ditching us to go hide somewhere ;D (No, they only went to find a park bench).
And...it was starting to get pretty cold ;)
I guess there could be more to say, but I'll save it for another time :)
First off though, a different reason, is merely summer laziness...which I can finally embrace! I was feeling it this whole week, but I still had a few assignments to do....but I'm done and I think I got a 4.0! :D
But, I can definately tell you, summer has started, at least for me :)
That was a lot of firsts this week, more importantly last night :)
First time I felt summer fever this soon.
First time I drove myself to the Gateway.
First date.
First...and there's lots more like that ;D
So, last night, I went to the Gateway with Christina, and her friend Autumn, and her boyfriend, Andrew.
It was interesting, because I had a completely set plan for everything, but it ended up longer, and far more...normal for teenagers my age. Yet I didn't have a problem at all with that...we all had a great time anyway ^^
But the biggest reason I think I enjoyed, besides just being with Christina's company, was the fact that I felt someone always had something to say.
Either, I could speak, or listen, but there was never a lull in conversation, an awkward silence, yet it was at least four hours...
We went to Rumbi's where I aced the interrogation by Autumn, shared a rice bowl with Christina, then, because we missed the 6:45 Space Pirates show, we instead found our way to the theater and saw Shrek Forever After. Which was actually good. I won't necessarily suggest it, but I can say that it was better than the third- Like they made a fourth to actually be the final "third" movie which would end it well.
And from there it was just a nice long time of walking around the Gateway, late at night. By this point in time, it was frequently just me and Christina, seeing as of how autumn and andrew were frequently ditching us to go hide somewhere ;D (No, they only went to find a park bench).
And...it was starting to get pretty cold ;)
I guess there could be more to say, but I'll save it for another time :)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Hmm...
I wonder if people have been checking up on this, just waiting for a post...woops.
Heh- Well, sorry to disappoint, I wasn't really feeling up to writing, I've already been doing so much with my thumbs... ;D
And I am officially feeling ready for summer, but school is not. Of course they are only small, easy assignments, and a few tests, but since that's what my brain tells me, I don't take them seriously (and so far, haven't actually had to)
Therefore what happens is I'm playing games, texting people, watching tv, listening to music, and reading books all day rather than do the stuff I'm supposed to...
I REAllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly hope this isn't a precursor to summer...
I just need to get to friday :D :D :D :D :D :D :D and saturday :D and sunday :) and then the next week is totally nothing...
I believe it is time to tell you about Christina ^^ and the explanation of the last post.
(I don't know if I have all the facts with me right at this moment, we shall see)
At the banquet in the Little America Hotel Downtown, was an intersting experience at first, with a couple of booths set up for each of the Utah colleges, and I kinda like UVU by the way...We then went into a veeeeeeeeeery large ballroom set up completely with tables already heaped with salads and desert (just sitting there, mocking you.)
First, a blonde haired (mushroom style) kid ( I think his name was bryce...) sat down with us at our table (I was with my parents, and there were 9 chairs at said table). We said our hellos, but I could tell I didn't really connect with him, he was a soccer player.
But the next person to sit down was Christina along with her parents. I again said my hellos with a little more interest this time, and maybe a smile. As we soon figured out (With parents help through conversation) she was 16, came from
GRANTSVILLE, TOOELE!!! (connor -_-)
She also wished to be an Aerospace Engineer which an eye and ear opener. Really? A girl who also has the same career interest as me?
I looked her over again (Through my dad, just sitting in the exact right spot) and recognized a familiarity I hadn't seen at first.
Now I was trying to actually be a participant in the conversation, and not a forced one.
As we ate our three course dinner, and watched slideshows of the winners (at least a hundred), very infrequently I may have looked over at her, and her the same.
Next though, as we were given an appetizing dinner, were a series of speakers, videos and presentations, which slowly lost interest...
More and more frequently, me and Christina kept looking across the table (Well, across my dad :P).
I'd say the turning point in our mere accidental looks to purposeful giggles (her, trust me) and whispers, was when she started doing this sign language version of clapping for the speaker.
It's just kind of shaking your hands like your twisting a door knob, but they are done next to each other like you're about to clap.
I started copying her do it, and when she saw me do it as well, it was sign language (not for applauding) but for "I'm interested in you."
Finally, the speeches were over, and we were moved to the other side of the ballroom to have our picture taken, so we walked together, and almost nearly stood next to each other, but just before we both left, I asked her for number and took a picture of her too ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^
Tat was the first time either of us had something like that happen, and we were ecstatic to text each other immediately following :)
And let's just say, I am afraid to look at my texting for this month because of her :)
And that's all folks!
Well, for the average reader ;D
*Original Code, not Correct Code*
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Heh- Well, sorry to disappoint, I wasn't really feeling up to writing, I've already been doing so much with my thumbs... ;D
And I am officially feeling ready for summer, but school is not. Of course they are only small, easy assignments, and a few tests, but since that's what my brain tells me, I don't take them seriously (and so far, haven't actually had to)
Therefore what happens is I'm playing games, texting people, watching tv, listening to music, and reading books all day rather than do the stuff I'm supposed to...
I REAllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly hope this isn't a precursor to summer...
I just need to get to friday :D :D :D :D :D :D :D and saturday :D and sunday :) and then the next week is totally nothing...
I believe it is time to tell you about Christina ^^ and the explanation of the last post.
(I don't know if I have all the facts with me right at this moment, we shall see)
At the banquet in the Little America Hotel Downtown, was an intersting experience at first, with a couple of booths set up for each of the Utah colleges, and I kinda like UVU by the way...We then went into a veeeeeeeeeery large ballroom set up completely with tables already heaped with salads and desert (just sitting there, mocking you.)
First, a blonde haired (mushroom style) kid ( I think his name was bryce...) sat down with us at our table (I was with my parents, and there were 9 chairs at said table). We said our hellos, but I could tell I didn't really connect with him, he was a soccer player.
But the next person to sit down was Christina along with her parents. I again said my hellos with a little more interest this time, and maybe a smile. As we soon figured out (With parents help through conversation) she was 16, came from
GRANTSVILLE, TOOELE!!! (connor -_-)
She also wished to be an Aerospace Engineer which an eye and ear opener. Really? A girl who also has the same career interest as me?
I looked her over again (Through my dad, just sitting in the exact right spot) and recognized a familiarity I hadn't seen at first.
Now I was trying to actually be a participant in the conversation, and not a forced one.
As we ate our three course dinner, and watched slideshows of the winners (at least a hundred), very infrequently I may have looked over at her, and her the same.
Next though, as we were given an appetizing dinner, were a series of speakers, videos and presentations, which slowly lost interest...
More and more frequently, me and Christina kept looking across the table (Well, across my dad :P).
I'd say the turning point in our mere accidental looks to purposeful giggles (her, trust me) and whispers, was when she started doing this sign language version of clapping for the speaker.
It's just kind of shaking your hands like your twisting a door knob, but they are done next to each other like you're about to clap.
I started copying her do it, and when she saw me do it as well, it was sign language (not for applauding) but for "I'm interested in you."
Finally, the speeches were over, and we were moved to the other side of the ballroom to have our picture taken, so we walked together, and almost nearly stood next to each other, but just before we both left, I asked her for number and took a picture of her too ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^
Tat was the first time either of us had something like that happen, and we were ecstatic to text each other immediately following :)
And let's just say, I am afraid to look at my texting for this month because of her :)
And that's all folks!
Well, for the average reader ;D
*Original Code, not Correct Code*
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Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
*Museum Visitor Style!*
*Stolls around, hands crossed behind the back, with a blank, comprehensive stare, which shifts from painting to painting every few seconds, as interest is lost and gained, lost and gained, in an endless circle that doesn't appear so endless...Suddenly those signs appear, reminding you to stop by the gift shop on your way out. The rush of breathable air is wonderful, and you take it in, bounding and skipping on the grass like a gay schoolgirl. Your disheartened crew is slow to follow, so you figure eight them as they lumber on to the bus stop. Their moods are only finally lifted as they step on the bus, chatter and conversation rising from their lungs, and hearts lifted out of the bleach, and dipped randomly into bright colors, splishing and splashing on everyone and everything. The seats you sit in are no longer hard, and uninviting, but big enough for three, yet small enough for one. You can't help but join into every conversation, which before had seemed alien and separate. Snacks are passed around, games are played, and jokes are laughed, before life must return to its previous state, but only, a tiny bit more colorful.*
Alex Clawson is an amazing poet.
:D
Did ya catch that? Bwahaha........
So, I feel like one of those museum patrons, but my own blog I must say, to me at least, is far more entertaining.
This is probably what an art teacher feels like going to an art museum, with the comparison of the art student feels like going to an art museum.
I've done a lot, and my morals, ideals, and events have changed. But I think I'm still me. *poke* Yeah. *thinks* pretty sure. *reads scriptures* yep yep yep.
Sen. Alex Clawson is a really great poet. (mental note: I will probably use one of his poems in my anthology...) I just read some of his writing, it was really good.
So, now that the parents are home and "baby-sitting" I felt stranded.
No, that's not the right word. I don't feel hopeless yet...
Lethargic? No, not that either........
I feel like I can't sit still in one place, doing one thing too long, like I don't exactly fit in the picture frame.
You're simply the latest of my efforts to find release and sanctuary in something tangible.
Since this is a...friday night post, I'm free to go outside of the box, all of you who are dazed and confused.
But I think I will leave you that way. All the more fun for me ^^
*Stolls around, hands crossed behind the back, with a blank, comprehensive stare, which shifts from painting to painting every few seconds, as interest is lost and gained, lost and gained, in an endless circle that doesn't appear so endless...Suddenly those signs appear, reminding you to stop by the gift shop on your way out. The rush of breathable air is wonderful, and you take it in, bounding and skipping on the grass like a gay schoolgirl. Your disheartened crew is slow to follow, so you figure eight them as they lumber on to the bus stop. Their moods are only finally lifted as they step on the bus, chatter and conversation rising from their lungs, and hearts lifted out of the bleach, and dipped randomly into bright colors, splishing and splashing on everyone and everything. The seats you sit in are no longer hard, and uninviting, but big enough for three, yet small enough for one. You can't help but join into every conversation, which before had seemed alien and separate. Snacks are passed around, games are played, and jokes are laughed, before life must return to its previous state, but only, a tiny bit more colorful.*
Alex Clawson is an amazing poet.
:D
Did ya catch that? Bwahaha........
So, I feel like one of those museum patrons, but my own blog I must say, to me at least, is far more entertaining.
This is probably what an art teacher feels like going to an art museum, with the comparison of the art student feels like going to an art museum.
I've done a lot, and my morals, ideals, and events have changed. But I think I'm still me. *poke* Yeah. *thinks* pretty sure. *reads scriptures* yep yep yep.
Sen. Alex Clawson is a really great poet. (mental note: I will probably use one of his poems in my anthology...) I just read some of his writing, it was really good.
So, now that the parents are home and "baby-sitting" I felt stranded.
No, that's not the right word. I don't feel hopeless yet...
Lethargic? No, not that either........
I feel like I can't sit still in one place, doing one thing too long, like I don't exactly fit in the picture frame.
You're simply the latest of my efforts to find release and sanctuary in something tangible.
Since this is a...friday night post, I'm free to go outside of the box, all of you who are dazed and confused.
But I think I will leave you that way. All the more fun for me ^^
Monday, May 10, 2010
The girl who sat up in front
Hey Y'all. I just want to post again, this time not so sciency.
Although of course I participated in Pre-Calculus and Honors Chemistry, I'm going to save that Hawking mind for the summer, etc. That and the fact that books are due this week so I couldn't rent anything out.
No, but I just want to say................................
I like being single.
Of course it's good Church standards wise, and I can only drive myself as of right now,
I'm still really glad I'm single.
My reasoning for this sort of blog post is that I have been surrounded by it as of recently. You can just look at facebook and see a whole ton of ___is in a relationship with _______ (From 1 week to 6 months to 2 years later) _____is now single. Yeowch.
But personally, It meant that I could socialize (Or perhaps merely smile, wave, and stare without shame or guilt, or even awkwardness (in most situations)) with most girls I know somewhat (that's another- I've recently gone over the theories of my social behavior as well.)
So, here's the lowdown- Teagan was sent outside in Japanese today, and later could go out and talk with her easily, happily. Other select girls during school I could wave to and/or smile. I even saw Alena, as she picked up Shellie with the Horse Trailor ^^ And Teagan responded to my Personal/Non-Personal question of course, giving me her own.
But most interesting, was how I saw this girl at Pirates of the Caribbean at Desert Star tonight. I didn't know her, but she was cute.
Simply the fact that I could think that (and did) was something enlightening, not dreading or foreboding, but happy, a sign of good fortune.
And then my mind went hypothetical, wondering if I could catch her eye as she looks back, or even speak to her, and most ridiculous of all, get her number.
But I chickened out when she saw me looking at her, and I went to find something interesting in the decorations.
It was still good though, and kind of...thrilling. I see why most boys my age do the same ^^ But I don't know how they do it :P
Back to the theories of myself.
Before I can even be friends with someone (a girl) I need some medium to allow them to know me. (I'm the kind of guy that needs to be understood (somewhat ;D) before I could be interesting in some way)
An example is Kate Wadman, from efy. I saw her as she joined our group and immediately liked her, but I don't think I was even truly noticed until at Choir practice, I had a moment to play some Bohemian and David Lanz.
I noted that after the Choir, I was truly included in the conversation between her and Chloe (the inclusion was gone soon after but), and I accounted it for the piano for "understanding."
I'm...excited to date :)
I think it'll be a fun experience, and hope to be able to be "understood" in some small way ;D
Although of course I participated in Pre-Calculus and Honors Chemistry, I'm going to save that Hawking mind for the summer, etc. That and the fact that books are due this week so I couldn't rent anything out.
No, but I just want to say................................
I like being single.
Of course it's good Church standards wise, and I can only drive myself as of right now,
I'm still really glad I'm single.
My reasoning for this sort of blog post is that I have been surrounded by it as of recently. You can just look at facebook and see a whole ton of ___is in a relationship with _______ (From 1 week to 6 months to 2 years later) _____is now single. Yeowch.
But personally, It meant that I could socialize (Or perhaps merely smile, wave, and stare without shame or guilt, or even awkwardness (in most situations)) with most girls I know somewhat (that's another- I've recently gone over the theories of my social behavior as well.)
So, here's the lowdown- Teagan was sent outside in Japanese today, and later could go out and talk with her easily, happily. Other select girls during school I could wave to and/or smile. I even saw Alena, as she picked up Shellie with the Horse Trailor ^^ And Teagan responded to my Personal/Non-Personal question of course, giving me her own.
But most interesting, was how I saw this girl at Pirates of the Caribbean at Desert Star tonight. I didn't know her, but she was cute.
Simply the fact that I could think that (and did) was something enlightening, not dreading or foreboding, but happy, a sign of good fortune.
And then my mind went hypothetical, wondering if I could catch her eye as she looks back, or even speak to her, and most ridiculous of all, get her number.
But I chickened out when she saw me looking at her, and I went to find something interesting in the decorations.
It was still good though, and kind of...thrilling. I see why most boys my age do the same ^^ But I don't know how they do it :P
Back to the theories of myself.
Before I can even be friends with someone (a girl) I need some medium to allow them to know me. (I'm the kind of guy that needs to be understood (somewhat ;D) before I could be interesting in some way)
An example is Kate Wadman, from efy. I saw her as she joined our group and immediately liked her, but I don't think I was even truly noticed until at Choir practice, I had a moment to play some Bohemian and David Lanz.
I noted that after the Choir, I was truly included in the conversation between her and Chloe (the inclusion was gone soon after but), and I accounted it for the piano for "understanding."
I'm...excited to date :)
I think it'll be a fun experience, and hope to be able to be "understood" in some small way ;D
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Not Long Ago, in a Galaxy very near our own...
I've been feeling like a Physics geek over the weekend.
And IIII lIke it!
Multiple events lead to it- Watching Stephen Hawking's Story of the Universe, reading for 10 minutes in the science of Star Wars, and then Researching and Thinking on my own, and Voila! You get Aerospace Engineer, Alex Clawson.
(ooh, that sounds so enticing...)
But that's not all, in fact it's very little. Honestly, the week, and most of the weekend, was just spent not doing homework, and instead playing Xbox Live.
Halo Reach and Battlefield Bad Company 2.
In the games, I've realized that my addiction is sparked (and held) by multiple points.
#1 The game is fun. (no Duh)
#2 The game is challenging. (I've figured this before)
#3 The game allows me to progress. (Recently understood)
#4 The progression (appears to) give results. (A new theory, beginning to test.)
It makes sense, and is applicable to any of the games, especially those I don't play at all, those I played for a very short time, those I played for a little while, then lost interest, and those that held my interest for a very long time, or continue to.
But I recently had an epiphany.
After all of that science stuff happened, I felt the urge to research some books to read, theories, laws, etc. about physics and Aerospace Engineering...And I was having fun. It was hard to understand, but I was slowly understanding it to. Suddenly I knew far more answers to many deep questions that I didn't know before.
I think that satisfied all of the limits ;D
So suddenly, as long as I can maintain that attitude, it is actually possible to simply drop video games for Education, maybe even Religion (that will require a lot more work, and perhaps the help of Youth Conference and efy, etc.)
[I find that again, Physical remains forgotten. Maybe I should record my health, feelings, even consistency of hair, number of acne spots, yellowish-ness of teeth...
I found it.
Although appearing blank to you, those last fifteen minutes were spent creating my new "Feeling" graph. The reason I did this was to ultimately improve my hygiene in various ways, but not only in by judging how I feel at night- But to scientifically graph it all, on a clear sheet of paper, should allow the information to be used right at my fingertips. Perhaps this will solve the Fun, issue, I hope it's a little tricky, But I'm quite certain to see progress (change or continuity, at least) and especially results.
Well, all that is still a distraction from the work due tomorrow. Night.
And IIII lIke it!
Multiple events lead to it- Watching Stephen Hawking's Story of the Universe, reading for 10 minutes in the science of Star Wars, and then Researching and Thinking on my own, and Voila! You get Aerospace Engineer, Alex Clawson.
(ooh, that sounds so enticing...)
But that's not all, in fact it's very little. Honestly, the week, and most of the weekend, was just spent not doing homework, and instead playing Xbox Live.
Halo Reach and Battlefield Bad Company 2.
In the games, I've realized that my addiction is sparked (and held) by multiple points.
#1 The game is fun. (no Duh)
#2 The game is challenging. (I've figured this before)
#3 The game allows me to progress. (Recently understood)
#4 The progression (appears to) give results. (A new theory, beginning to test.)
It makes sense, and is applicable to any of the games, especially those I don't play at all, those I played for a very short time, those I played for a little while, then lost interest, and those that held my interest for a very long time, or continue to.
But I recently had an epiphany.
After all of that science stuff happened, I felt the urge to research some books to read, theories, laws, etc. about physics and Aerospace Engineering...And I was having fun. It was hard to understand, but I was slowly understanding it to. Suddenly I knew far more answers to many deep questions that I didn't know before.
I think that satisfied all of the limits ;D
So suddenly, as long as I can maintain that attitude, it is actually possible to simply drop video games for Education, maybe even Religion (that will require a lot more work, and perhaps the help of Youth Conference and efy, etc.)
[I find that again, Physical remains forgotten. Maybe I should record my health, feelings, even consistency of hair, number of acne spots, yellowish-ness of teeth...
I found it.
Although appearing blank to you, those last fifteen minutes were spent creating my new "Feeling" graph. The reason I did this was to ultimately improve my hygiene in various ways, but not only in by judging how I feel at night- But to scientifically graph it all, on a clear sheet of paper, should allow the information to be used right at my fingertips. Perhaps this will solve the Fun, issue, I hope it's a little tricky, But I'm quite certain to see progress (change or continuity, at least) and especially results.
Well, all that is still a distraction from the work due tomorrow. Night.
Monday, May 3, 2010
IT'S MAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Much scared, am I.
Or I wish...
May means AP tests, Core tests, Finals, followed finally by summer...
And I should be sweating more than a hippo in an indian coffee house, but I'm not, I continue to lounge away, even writing in my blog.
I need to fix that soon. REALLY FRICKIN' SOON.
But besides that, you don't know what happened over the weekend.
Neither do I O_o
Just kidding!
It was a perfect example of where I fit in in terms of social groups, friends, activities, etc.
On Friday I went to Arthur's for a Pokemon party, Saturday morning I drove to Alena's Horse show, and Saturday night went to A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Arthur's Party and A Midsummer Night's Dream were awesome.
At Arthur's, I felt right at home, being able to jump from one conversation to the other with ease, proving my stuff in not only pokemon battles, but breeding a few dragons etc. for Greg and Kirk and friends. Although I feel a compunction for staying till midnight when I said ten (Suzi and Alyssa dropped by, it was oddly very hard to leave such a place where not only was my element (videogames) surrounded in full, but also girls who not only respected but enjoyed what we did too.) but It was so much fun.
And the play too, it was hilarious! Oh, it was expertly done, crafted with skill, and sown together with hilarity. Whereas the movie that Mr. Wood showed us was rather creepy, this one was filled with my own friends that I thought just did amazingly.
But the horse show....Heh...........
Well, I woke up a little late, got there just after Alena had finished her first show *dang* and it was long long time till the next one- One of Alena's friends requested her to babysit a small child for the entire time we were there (an awkward company, that I think sort of stressed Alena out) *dang*
I was still glad I went, and conversed with some of them for a little while, it kinda stunk. I proved again to be useless when it came to horses, small children, and slightly better but still bad: girls my age *rolls eyes*.
So I left. I felt even worse cause I didn't want to have to face Alena directly (who was getting nervous and antsy about the next event) and merely told Shellie (who might have been the only one to give a hug anyway) to tell the others.
And I forgot a chair too! But that I don't mind.
But...I think I grew from this experience. If not from dealing with not so awesome situations, I forced myself to get lost, and figured out how to really understand the roads of Utah, and also stopped by a Wendy's by maself.
-These seem miniscule and unimportant to you, but are a world of importance to me-
Also, one final footer, Bohemian Rhapsody finally truly has meaning for me.
Not just a good song that I have played for a while and liked, but as I left the Arena, I was pumping Rhapsody and the words finally clicked to my life, although i'm not sure if it was a good or bad way yet.
I hope I'm getting faster and better at this writing thing.
Drawing is next.
Well, g' night, sweet friend.
Or I wish...
May means AP tests, Core tests, Finals, followed finally by summer...
And I should be sweating more than a hippo in an indian coffee house, but I'm not, I continue to lounge away, even writing in my blog.
I need to fix that soon. REALLY FRICKIN' SOON.
But besides that, you don't know what happened over the weekend.
Neither do I O_o
Just kidding!
It was a perfect example of where I fit in in terms of social groups, friends, activities, etc.
On Friday I went to Arthur's for a Pokemon party, Saturday morning I drove to Alena's Horse show, and Saturday night went to A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Arthur's Party and A Midsummer Night's Dream were awesome.
At Arthur's, I felt right at home, being able to jump from one conversation to the other with ease, proving my stuff in not only pokemon battles, but breeding a few dragons etc. for Greg and Kirk and friends. Although I feel a compunction for staying till midnight when I said ten (Suzi and Alyssa dropped by, it was oddly very hard to leave such a place where not only was my element (videogames) surrounded in full, but also girls who not only respected but enjoyed what we did too.) but It was so much fun.
And the play too, it was hilarious! Oh, it was expertly done, crafted with skill, and sown together with hilarity. Whereas the movie that Mr. Wood showed us was rather creepy, this one was filled with my own friends that I thought just did amazingly.
But the horse show....Heh...........
Well, I woke up a little late, got there just after Alena had finished her first show *dang* and it was long long time till the next one- One of Alena's friends requested her to babysit a small child for the entire time we were there (an awkward company, that I think sort of stressed Alena out) *dang*
I was still glad I went, and conversed with some of them for a little while, it kinda stunk. I proved again to be useless when it came to horses, small children, and slightly better but still bad: girls my age *rolls eyes*.
So I left. I felt even worse cause I didn't want to have to face Alena directly (who was getting nervous and antsy about the next event) and merely told Shellie (who might have been the only one to give a hug anyway) to tell the others.
And I forgot a chair too! But that I don't mind.
But...I think I grew from this experience. If not from dealing with not so awesome situations, I forced myself to get lost, and figured out how to really understand the roads of Utah, and also stopped by a Wendy's by maself.
-These seem miniscule and unimportant to you, but are a world of importance to me-
Also, one final footer, Bohemian Rhapsody finally truly has meaning for me.
Not just a good song that I have played for a while and liked, but as I left the Arena, I was pumping Rhapsody and the words finally clicked to my life, although i'm not sure if it was a good or bad way yet.
I hope I'm getting faster and better at this writing thing.
Drawing is next.
Well, g' night, sweet friend.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Evenin'
Hey. I don't want to talk for too long, cause I need sleep, but I do feel obligated toward you, especially seeing as how I stayed up till 3 a.m. yesterday working on the SW:BF2 Halo level.
I've also had a headache (that I very obviously and stupidly gave myself) since after school, meaning I only just an hour ago finished the reading and could play some quiet music.
Dances where you can drive yourself are immensely fun ^^
That was the case last saturday, for the Night of Neon dance. Essentially a Mormon Rave, we had a good dj (as far as my opinion goes- He was white with large, squarish glasses, and probably some acne) that took only the most popular requests, and had lots of slow songs, and entire floor songs (Everyone by themselves, or in a conga line, etc.)
I danced with Lela .2 and .8 times (for a total of 1 dance), Danielle for 1, Katie for 1, and Teagan for....1.6 or 1.75 if I was lucky.
I think this was the first dance I really had fun while avoiding boredom, fear, anxiety, depression, even lust, stupidity, and some other interrupting emotion-
and all because of one rule that I am only just figuring out:
Dance Like No One is Watching.
It's like in baseball, keep your eye on the ball, or in AP, address the prompt, etc., or a car's blind spot:
it's things that don't make sense until you find them out for yourself.
In songs that I knew, I sung them, and danced to them, and enjoyed myself without caring who was watching. For those that I sort of knew, I came to know really well, like that song the guitar boys danced to in jazz band last year. For those I didn't know, I didn't try, or just took that time to socialize a bit with a few other people.
Otherwise, I wasn't actually in the Dance that much. It was 50/50 on the floor, and outside. When Lela came, I swear, she had gotten high off of something ^^ She was so crazy, and that was fun. It's really weird if your too embarrassed to get out of your comfort zone, but as soon as you do it's...relieving. Like cracking the joints on your back after taking an AP test.
And with my less hyper friends, they were playing Ninja a ton, which I could continue to expound myself in. There was one game which we played on a hill, which I used to my advantage. At the call for the poses, I flipped (half sideways, half backwards) yelling "DO A BARREL ROLL!!!" And I barrel rolled down the small hill. Then I cart-wheeled and tumbled back into the game, and that was wicked fun.
There was a half-an-hour of suck, but for a three hour dance that's really good numbers.
And even when I was leaving, going straight to my car, I encountered Teagan's dad (the now released bishop, and beard growing man) who was now marginally easier to talk to ;D
Oh, and that morning, we had the State Percussion festival at Northridge.
Nothing exactly special about it, but I had fun, we played well, and I enjoyed myself. All is good.
Good night now. Wish me luck with my homework, I'm gonna need it...Oh Crap!..-
*Connection Terminated*
I've also had a headache (that I very obviously and stupidly gave myself) since after school, meaning I only just an hour ago finished the reading and could play some quiet music.
Dances where you can drive yourself are immensely fun ^^
That was the case last saturday, for the Night of Neon dance. Essentially a Mormon Rave, we had a good dj (as far as my opinion goes- He was white with large, squarish glasses, and probably some acne) that took only the most popular requests, and had lots of slow songs, and entire floor songs (Everyone by themselves, or in a conga line, etc.)
I danced with Lela .2 and .8 times (for a total of 1 dance), Danielle for 1, Katie for 1, and Teagan for....1.6 or 1.75 if I was lucky.
I think this was the first dance I really had fun while avoiding boredom, fear, anxiety, depression, even lust, stupidity, and some other interrupting emotion-
and all because of one rule that I am only just figuring out:
Dance Like No One is Watching.
It's like in baseball, keep your eye on the ball, or in AP, address the prompt, etc., or a car's blind spot:
it's things that don't make sense until you find them out for yourself.
In songs that I knew, I sung them, and danced to them, and enjoyed myself without caring who was watching. For those that I sort of knew, I came to know really well, like that song the guitar boys danced to in jazz band last year. For those I didn't know, I didn't try, or just took that time to socialize a bit with a few other people.
Otherwise, I wasn't actually in the Dance that much. It was 50/50 on the floor, and outside. When Lela came, I swear, she had gotten high off of something ^^ She was so crazy, and that was fun. It's really weird if your too embarrassed to get out of your comfort zone, but as soon as you do it's...relieving. Like cracking the joints on your back after taking an AP test.
And with my less hyper friends, they were playing Ninja a ton, which I could continue to expound myself in. There was one game which we played on a hill, which I used to my advantage. At the call for the poses, I flipped (half sideways, half backwards) yelling "DO A BARREL ROLL!!!" And I barrel rolled down the small hill. Then I cart-wheeled and tumbled back into the game, and that was wicked fun.
There was a half-an-hour of suck, but for a three hour dance that's really good numbers.
And even when I was leaving, going straight to my car, I encountered Teagan's dad (the now released bishop, and beard growing man) who was now marginally easier to talk to ;D
Oh, and that morning, we had the State Percussion festival at Northridge.
Nothing exactly special about it, but I had fun, we played well, and I enjoyed myself. All is good.
Good night now. Wish me luck with my homework, I'm gonna need it...Oh Crap!..-
*Connection Terminated*
Sunday, April 18, 2010
It's That Time of Twilight!!!
Happy Time! xD
I've been looking forward to this post, I have been in a good mood throughout the week!
But now I find I have little to write about....Let's see........
I am 16!
I have a Driver's License!
I have a car!
I am a Priest!
Although my birthday was two weeks ago, it took the combination of those last two events to truly understand and comprehend the first.
All of those years of looking to the future, wondering what it's like as a 16 year old, how fun it is to drive, and to go on dates, and all that other fun stuff!!!
...well, I don't know yet.
Neither will I for a while I think.
Explanation: My first solo drive was slightly marred by the fact that I wasn't insured yet, so I had to come home after only 10 minutes of driving :P
That and the next place I could have felt 16 at is the Night of Neon dance on the 24th- Not gonna happen, seeing as of how the State Percussion is that whole day.
Although the weekend was good working wise.
On Friday, Me and my dad immediately left from school to the DMV where I quickly and entertainedly got my license( I couldn't drive home cause my dad brought the mustang) and as soon as we got back, I set my stuff down and my parents called me upstairs. I got the keys to the red explorer! ^^
And since I didn't pay for it, I proved my thanks and trustworthiness by cleaning it out for at least 3 or 4 hours.
I had tons of fun doing that- First I burned like 4 CD's of the music on my playlist and plugged those into the car, cranked up the volume and plugged in the vacuum.
I vacuumed all those hard to reach spots, and under the mats, and then I emptied the garbage from it, cleaned out the center pocket, wiped down all the grimy interior spots (cupholders, etc.)
Filled the fluids, added my first aid kit, checked the air pressure, examined the spare, checked the tire pump,
and all that with loud music pumping on a friday afternoon (into night)
Even the morning was fun- We had a service project where we helped out the Waterman's with their backyard- They had trees that they needed trimming, (and they filled an entire Green Dumpster) and my dad even brought the tiller and we completely uprooted the weeds and tilled their garden too.
I was hanging with Derick mostly and we had fun, and food, and all that jazz.
But one thing that I don't know is good or bad yet, is Xbox Live.
It's bad cause it's addicting. I can blame it on why little of my homework was completed.
But, along with the headset, I had great fun playing with Jesse and Zach and Mitch Online, playing and talking, and hanging out basically.
It's mostly bad, but I'm having a hard time establishing that fact.
I tired. Night.
I've been looking forward to this post, I have been in a good mood throughout the week!
But now I find I have little to write about....Let's see........
I am 16!
I have a Driver's License!
I have a car!
I am a Priest!
Although my birthday was two weeks ago, it took the combination of those last two events to truly understand and comprehend the first.
All of those years of looking to the future, wondering what it's like as a 16 year old, how fun it is to drive, and to go on dates, and all that other fun stuff!!!
...well, I don't know yet.
Neither will I for a while I think.
Explanation: My first solo drive was slightly marred by the fact that I wasn't insured yet, so I had to come home after only 10 minutes of driving :P
That and the next place I could have felt 16 at is the Night of Neon dance on the 24th- Not gonna happen, seeing as of how the State Percussion is that whole day.
Although the weekend was good working wise.
On Friday, Me and my dad immediately left from school to the DMV where I quickly and entertainedly got my license( I couldn't drive home cause my dad brought the mustang) and as soon as we got back, I set my stuff down and my parents called me upstairs. I got the keys to the red explorer! ^^
And since I didn't pay for it, I proved my thanks and trustworthiness by cleaning it out for at least 3 or 4 hours.
I had tons of fun doing that- First I burned like 4 CD's of the music on my playlist and plugged those into the car, cranked up the volume and plugged in the vacuum.
I vacuumed all those hard to reach spots, and under the mats, and then I emptied the garbage from it, cleaned out the center pocket, wiped down all the grimy interior spots (cupholders, etc.)
Filled the fluids, added my first aid kit, checked the air pressure, examined the spare, checked the tire pump,
and all that with loud music pumping on a friday afternoon (into night)
Even the morning was fun- We had a service project where we helped out the Waterman's with their backyard- They had trees that they needed trimming, (and they filled an entire Green Dumpster) and my dad even brought the tiller and we completely uprooted the weeds and tilled their garden too.
I was hanging with Derick mostly and we had fun, and food, and all that jazz.
But one thing that I don't know is good or bad yet, is Xbox Live.
It's bad cause it's addicting. I can blame it on why little of my homework was completed.
But, along with the headset, I had great fun playing with Jesse and Zach and Mitch Online, playing and talking, and hanging out basically.
It's mostly bad, but I'm having a hard time establishing that fact.
I tired. Night.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
I went out to find myself.
If I come back before I return, give me cookies, milk, and tuck me in to bed. Because in 20 seconds, I will reach speeds of 88 mph, and jump to 2552, where I will enlist in the Spartan II program, determined to fight off a second encounter. When I meet Professor Anders, we will be cryo frozen together, arriving on the strange new world of Pandora. When I become an Avatar, and train my dragon, I will bring along my viking/professor/dramatist/band geek/cowgirl up on the ride of her life through the clouds. Absorbing electric energy, I will shoot bolts of lightning to the ground, causing the Scub Corals to awaken, before quickly closing themselves, opening up the pathway through the Great Wall. When me and my new girlfriend hop in Mr. Gnawty, we will transported to an underground world of a dividing line- a Boys side, and a Girls side- The boys have pizza, videogames, sports halls, shooting ranges, Girls have makeup parlors, hair stylists, performance stages, other sports halls, and in the middle is the neutral zone where lies carnival games, dances, dinner, and secluded music rooms. Walking outside together, we find ourselves lying down along the banks of the Jordan River, pondering the sky. When we get sucked upwards, we will hold on tight, cause the Last Starfighter is going to use his tractor beam to pull us up to Dr. Evil's new lair. Austin Powers will then press the self-destruct button, shooting us to the arena on the moon. We will fight each other reluctantly in gigantic robot suits, prepared to win it all. Finally Chuck Norris appears, and we get roundhouse kicked back to earth. Landing in a crater, dazed and confused, I will say-
"I am not letting my wander ever again. Till tomorrow" ;)
SO? Who can name every topic stated in this collection of Random?
I count 20.
Teagan told me to do that. Just let my mind totally wander.
I did, but I couldn't keep track, so I tried it with writing, and I'd say it worked.
Ok, I'm done with that- now for the real stories.
To begin with, I have multiple levels of privacy.
Lowest is Facebook- I would let anyone see what's going on.
Second, is publicly talking to people, telling them general things.
Third, is privately talking to people, telling them private things.
Fourth, is blogging. Less people read it, but more, so it's personal.
Fifth, is my journal. Frequently, it is heavily encoded, even to me, and few to none will be allowed the priviledge to read it.
Finally, my mind ranges between level 0 to 72. I think both the public and private things in there. Here. Everywhere.
So, you are on the Fourth level. Nice- that's like Legendary difficulty. Too bad my journal entry today is on Mythic difficulty.
I'm 16!
Freaking woot! Yah! Woo Hoo! Leedeleeeedeleeeedeleeeedeleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
That was on Wednesday, we went to Leatherby's where I stuffed myself, gots lots of money, and heard my mom toot.
Saturday morning was the ACT and Saturday afternoon and night was my party.
I sorta half-ish worried about the ACT. I'm a sophomore, that was just a test.
My party though...I planned for it, prepared, texted, called, built, understood, and thoroughly went over in my head.
It went well.
For the technical attributes, please go to www.360elephants.blogspot.com and read my entry.
For the emotional ones...pay attention.
I could not have chosen a better movie, How to Train your Dragon.
PG, funny, fun, Dragons, flying, engineering, girls, bosses, nerds, jocks, fire.
Yah, it was great, and I know everyone enjoyed it.
So, I sat next to Aysha and Alena, who gladly wished to sit next to me. (and me them)
Wanna know why? I can honestly say that for the first time, I didn't feel (or just ignored to the best of my ability) my selfish and childlike desire to sit next to Teagan. She sat across from Aysha, and we were both perfectly content with that.
I think that's progress. 1504 9 46050A0 309205 9A0
I felt very social, and happy, and light. It was good.
We came back with pizza, everything still good, but once we were finished, I became worried. The boys had taken up a game, and were entirely distracted.
And this point I was attempting to gain everyone's attention and tell them what the Trial Episode was about, and what it would look like.
I quickly and surely went past the limit of many attention spans.
But as you read the other blog post, I burdened through it, and then got up to relax for a bit, and look around to see what was going on.
When I came back, people had split up into groups, which was actually a good thing this time. There were a few playing Twister, three Nerfing, and the rest on Halo.
I hopped into Halo, and was sucked in for about 15 minutes.
Coming out, it seemed the Hudson and Marae were still good at Twister, Jesse, Teagan, and one other were still good at Nerf, the other Haloists were almost done, but Alena was down. I'm guessing a headache, or perhaps boredom at not being included in the episode, maybe a sick stomach from all the popcorn she had eaten the night before.
(Mental Note- Alena seems to wear the same style of shirt everytime I see her, yet totally different everytime. When I nudged her shoulder, the fabric felt strange...unfamiliar. Beautiful but...unknown.
Perhaps there's an explanation for that...)
Whatever the reason, we had the presents and brownies at that point. I went from broke to over $200 in a matter of days= Happy.
And this is where I really enjoyed/hated it.
Alena, Marae, and all the guys now wanted to go play capture the flag. I agreed, but slipped away downstairs to find Teagan, Shellie, and Aysha attempting to start up Halo.
I smiled, sighed relief, and closed the door.
You see, I had been waiting for this moment the entire time.
Although I know I'm way good at it, the best way to play Halo is not just to go Slayer on everyone, kill each other and have fun.
Not even Forging, Custom Gaming, or Roleplaying is the correct way.
The best way is to play with no strings. No pros. Not even recreation killing.
Just play for fun.
Because these three didn't know how, I could quit my aggressive attitude, and just have fun. They would ask how to do this, and I could sit next to them, holding their controller and explain to them how to do it.
This was my area. My zone. Even my happy place.
It WAS interrupted frequently by the ctf people to come and play, even my parents, and then Aysha left replaced by Jesse.
He WAS one of those trying to bring me back, but He joined and since I could trust him, It was nice to be able to maul someone, and not get angered at for, but he also understood how to calm down, and play for fun. He just wanted to fly.
And when Shellie took a nap, it was just a nice moment for me and Teagan to play.
This is the part you can choose to ignore, or glue your eyes to the screen to read.
In some cases, but mostly videogames, we seem to have grown to a point of friendly opposition.
She NEVER is on my side. She would always run away, drive the Warthog into a wall when I got in the passenger seat, gladly shoot at me when I was in the passenger seat, and even more extreme example is when we were over at connor's playing brawl.
[She was Daisy, Connor was Ganondorf, and I was Captain Falcon, a perfectly cliche group of Super Hero defeats Super Villain and Gets Damsel in Distress.
Or so I thought.
During this I was fought at by them both, Teagan wacking me when she could, while Connor dished out the punishment I could normally counter.
This was epitomized in a snapshot- Connor is holding me up by the head, melting my brains, and Teagan was cowering behind him. I felt so devasted at that, I truly laughed when the next picture was Connor turning into a massive boar and running her down.]
Because she always ran away, it was hard to continue to be friendly, patient, and understanding, when it could be so easy to assassinate or headshot and move on, laughing.
But, then she would look at me, angry, and I don't know how much of it is playful and how much is true hate.
I don't like it. I don't want anyone to hate me, or even dislike me.
So, when I person that I probably care about most stares me down, I feel at an ultimatum.
Either continue being the good guy, and get left behind while the jock runs her down, or be the rude guy, hurting her feelings and pushing her further away.
Although I'm the video game nerd, she beats me every single time.
...I'm done writing. And you're done reading. Night.
"I am not letting my wander ever again. Till tomorrow" ;)
SO? Who can name every topic stated in this collection of Random?
I count 20.
Teagan told me to do that. Just let my mind totally wander.
I did, but I couldn't keep track, so I tried it with writing, and I'd say it worked.
Ok, I'm done with that- now for the real stories.
To begin with, I have multiple levels of privacy.
Lowest is Facebook- I would let anyone see what's going on.
Second, is publicly talking to people, telling them general things.
Third, is privately talking to people, telling them private things.
Fourth, is blogging. Less people read it, but more, so it's personal.
Fifth, is my journal. Frequently, it is heavily encoded, even to me, and few to none will be allowed the priviledge to read it.
Finally, my mind ranges between level 0 to 72. I think both the public and private things in there. Here. Everywhere.
So, you are on the Fourth level. Nice- that's like Legendary difficulty. Too bad my journal entry today is on Mythic difficulty.
I'm 16!
Freaking woot! Yah! Woo Hoo! Leedeleeeedeleeeedeleeeedeleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
That was on Wednesday, we went to Leatherby's where I stuffed myself, gots lots of money, and heard my mom toot.
Saturday morning was the ACT and Saturday afternoon and night was my party.
I sorta half-ish worried about the ACT. I'm a sophomore, that was just a test.
My party though...I planned for it, prepared, texted, called, built, understood, and thoroughly went over in my head.
It went well.
For the technical attributes, please go to www.360elephants.blogspot.com and read my entry.
For the emotional ones...pay attention.
I could not have chosen a better movie, How to Train your Dragon.
PG, funny, fun, Dragons, flying, engineering, girls, bosses, nerds, jocks, fire.
Yah, it was great, and I know everyone enjoyed it.
So, I sat next to Aysha and Alena, who gladly wished to sit next to me. (and me them)
Wanna know why? I can honestly say that for the first time, I didn't feel (or just ignored to the best of my ability) my selfish and childlike desire to sit next to Teagan. She sat across from Aysha, and we were both perfectly content with that.
I think that's progress. 1504 9 46050A0 309205 9A0
I felt very social, and happy, and light. It was good.
We came back with pizza, everything still good, but once we were finished, I became worried. The boys had taken up a game, and were entirely distracted.
And this point I was attempting to gain everyone's attention and tell them what the Trial Episode was about, and what it would look like.
I quickly and surely went past the limit of many attention spans.
But as you read the other blog post, I burdened through it, and then got up to relax for a bit, and look around to see what was going on.
When I came back, people had split up into groups, which was actually a good thing this time. There were a few playing Twister, three Nerfing, and the rest on Halo.
I hopped into Halo, and was sucked in for about 15 minutes.
Coming out, it seemed the Hudson and Marae were still good at Twister, Jesse, Teagan, and one other were still good at Nerf, the other Haloists were almost done, but Alena was down. I'm guessing a headache, or perhaps boredom at not being included in the episode, maybe a sick stomach from all the popcorn she had eaten the night before.
(Mental Note- Alena seems to wear the same style of shirt everytime I see her, yet totally different everytime. When I nudged her shoulder, the fabric felt strange...unfamiliar. Beautiful but...unknown.
Perhaps there's an explanation for that...)
Whatever the reason, we had the presents and brownies at that point. I went from broke to over $200 in a matter of days= Happy.
And this is where I really enjoyed/hated it.
Alena, Marae, and all the guys now wanted to go play capture the flag. I agreed, but slipped away downstairs to find Teagan, Shellie, and Aysha attempting to start up Halo.
I smiled, sighed relief, and closed the door.
You see, I had been waiting for this moment the entire time.
Although I know I'm way good at it, the best way to play Halo is not just to go Slayer on everyone, kill each other and have fun.
Not even Forging, Custom Gaming, or Roleplaying is the correct way.
The best way is to play with no strings. No pros. Not even recreation killing.
Just play for fun.
Because these three didn't know how, I could quit my aggressive attitude, and just have fun. They would ask how to do this, and I could sit next to them, holding their controller and explain to them how to do it.
This was my area. My zone. Even my happy place.
It WAS interrupted frequently by the ctf people to come and play, even my parents, and then Aysha left replaced by Jesse.
He WAS one of those trying to bring me back, but He joined and since I could trust him, It was nice to be able to maul someone, and not get angered at for, but he also understood how to calm down, and play for fun. He just wanted to fly.
And when Shellie took a nap, it was just a nice moment for me and Teagan to play.
This is the part you can choose to ignore, or glue your eyes to the screen to read.
In some cases, but mostly videogames, we seem to have grown to a point of friendly opposition.
She NEVER is on my side. She would always run away, drive the Warthog into a wall when I got in the passenger seat, gladly shoot at me when I was in the passenger seat, and even more extreme example is when we were over at connor's playing brawl.
[She was Daisy, Connor was Ganondorf, and I was Captain Falcon, a perfectly cliche group of Super Hero defeats Super Villain and Gets Damsel in Distress.
Or so I thought.
During this I was fought at by them both, Teagan wacking me when she could, while Connor dished out the punishment I could normally counter.
This was epitomized in a snapshot- Connor is holding me up by the head, melting my brains, and Teagan was cowering behind him. I felt so devasted at that, I truly laughed when the next picture was Connor turning into a massive boar and running her down.]
Because she always ran away, it was hard to continue to be friendly, patient, and understanding, when it could be so easy to assassinate or headshot and move on, laughing.
But, then she would look at me, angry, and I don't know how much of it is playful and how much is true hate.
I don't like it. I don't want anyone to hate me, or even dislike me.
So, when I person that I probably care about most stares me down, I feel at an ultimatum.
Either continue being the good guy, and get left behind while the jock runs her down, or be the rude guy, hurting her feelings and pushing her further away.
Although I'm the video game nerd, she beats me every single time.
...I'm done writing. And you're done reading. Night.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
An update- a silent one.
Shh! I was supposed to be asleep by now, but I only barely finished the halo work i had been doing all week, so now I feel accomplished.
I don't have much time but since not that much has changed since the last post, I won't need it.
So apparently i've been really proud lately (Connor with ForeTech, Teagan with editing, even myself with Monday blogs).
Sorry everyone.
I'm not always such a terrible idiot- to prove it, I let Connor loose with ForeTech, I'm letting Teagan edit now (or we may start a new (more creative) chapter for Cale'anon (changing the name if necessary) and Aerina ^^), and even with myself, I'm no longer restricting myself to Mondays.
With Connor, ForeTech has been a great improvement, it doesn't sound like RvB like OvP did, we're not limited to colors, we've had a great many ideas to work with, plans in place, link cables working, connor making songs, it's all good. Better.
With Teagan, She may now help me to be more creative, in everything I do, but mostly in writing, such as Cale'anon and Aerina. As soon as I let go, it was obvious that we could be much closer friends now- so......it's all good. Better.
With Myself, Even "I" see that writing on sunday nights is better, especially when mom shifts FHE to sunday nights. It means that I won't lose the time I need, or as monday tv shows come on, and I should be more prepared....it's all good. Better.
Ta Ta for now!
I don't have much time but since not that much has changed since the last post, I won't need it.
So apparently i've been really proud lately (Connor with ForeTech, Teagan with editing, even myself with Monday blogs).
Sorry everyone.
I'm not always such a terrible idiot- to prove it, I let Connor loose with ForeTech, I'm letting Teagan edit now (or we may start a new (more creative) chapter for Cale'anon (changing the name if necessary) and Aerina ^^), and even with myself, I'm no longer restricting myself to Mondays.
With Connor, ForeTech has been a great improvement, it doesn't sound like RvB like OvP did, we're not limited to colors, we've had a great many ideas to work with, plans in place, link cables working, connor making songs, it's all good. Better.
With Teagan, She may now help me to be more creative, in everything I do, but mostly in writing, such as Cale'anon and Aerina. As soon as I let go, it was obvious that we could be much closer friends now- so......it's all good. Better.
With Myself, Even "I" see that writing on sunday nights is better, especially when mom shifts FHE to sunday nights. It means that I won't lose the time I need, or as monday tv shows come on, and I should be more prepared....it's all good. Better.
Ta Ta for now!
Friday, April 2, 2010
OH NOEZ!!!
I FORGOT TO POST ON MONDAY!!!
Thorry...
It's understandable why I forgot though...ok, I do have a reason, but it's not really good...
It's spring break, and I've been playing Halo. Religiously.
Completeing Legendary ODST a few days ago, and am still working on Halo 3 Legendary, it has taken up much of my time which was the idea.
On Tuesday, my dad went to Conneticut where he was interviewed eight times for the same job. He's emailing them now about it, and should get a response soon.
Because of that, he wouldn't necessarily need the tv in his bedroom...so on monday night he (with me, mitch's, and my mom's help) moved it downstairs next to our other plasma tv :D
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
And when Connor came over immediately after, and we had bought an ethernet cable, we did a system link on two plasma screen tvs :D
And on Tuesday me and mitch invited at least 5 (we wanted six but one couldn't come) guys to come over, and we went nuts ^^
Especially four man firefight is amazing.
And working on all of that, it was totally amazing.
And so, because I have also been working on solo for all of the armor, I have been incredibly busy.
Now, all of the people who are not Video Gamers, tune back in.
I finally got my Patriarchal Blessing today! It's sitting in front of me, and it's even more amazing. A really great blessing to have.
So, me and Teagan have been texting quite a bit this past week as well, seeing as of how she is on a trip to the grand canyon, Lake Powell, etc. and needing someone to talk to :) Late at night ;)
It's been nice ^^
Me and Connor have been working on ForeTech like crazy people (new name for OvP) or perhaps more like ambitious peoples.
I mean, we did test out the cable (It didn't work for Halo Wars :o :( )
And we've got lots of ideas on what to do (especially when I finally gave in to ForeTech) but we haven't done anything yet.
I tried to show the crew the Trial Episode, and it was just kinda of shoved away, like we had better things to do.
It's not gonna get done if no one does it.
That's what's been going on mostly. Fun Family stuff, sick days, doing homework days, etc. It's been a lazy productive Spring Break.
I guess I haven't told you yet- Horseback riding was fun.
That was the first day of the break, and it was fun.
That's the word. Nothing more, nothing less.
I went to Alena's, were we hooked up the trailor, gathered the horses and friends (ALL GIRLS O_o) then we went to the equestrian arena were shellie and marae were.
The times I had the most fun were honestly when I could help out working.
In Alena's words "Alex is fine when he knows what to do."
It felt great to help her hook up the trailor, cause I have done it multiple times.
But I could barely tie the knots on the horses so then it kind of stunk... for her and me.
Although it was interesting when marae hopped on the back of my horse, and shellie gave me a hug, but that was pretty much it. We were at the arena for a while- had a great pb&j sandwich, chips, and water lunch.
There's for the past and present, so here's for the future.
On april 7th (a wednesday, when school is back) is my 16th birthday. On april 10th is the ACT and the party I have planned after it.
My idea was to go to see How to Tame your Dragon, then come back for pizza, drinks, and video games.
However, I have a hiccup. I think the movie will be funny, fun, and clean, which will be perfect. And the food agrees with anyone. After that though...
I will invite the cast of ForeTech, and a few other guests.
The boys in that group will keep themselves busy (I'll ask my dad to bring the tv down again) but Teagan (and I don't know how many other girls to invite) could be left behind, which I don't want to do at all.
We're doing the Trial Episode so hopefully they could either have fun watching or at least be involved (voices wise) but besides that I got nothing.
Do I set up board games? Leave the N64 and gamecube downstairs and the Wii in my room? We can't watch another movie, and it's gotta be something fun.
Being my 16th, I know how many boys to invite, but not the ratio of girls to bring...
I'm still feeling awkward about dating, and won't have my license (which couldn't drive others for 6 months anyway) till a week or two after my birthday (curse you Thompson and your wrestling interrruptions). When I asked Teagan what they did for Spring Fling, she listed an entire DAY's worth of games, activities, etc. O_o Albeit, with a group of people, but even still.
Before my butt warms up my seat too much, I gotta finish this AP assignment.
Talk to you Monday.
Thorry...
It's understandable why I forgot though...ok, I do have a reason, but it's not really good...
It's spring break, and I've been playing Halo. Religiously.
Completeing Legendary ODST a few days ago, and am still working on Halo 3 Legendary, it has taken up much of my time which was the idea.
On Tuesday, my dad went to Conneticut where he was interviewed eight times for the same job. He's emailing them now about it, and should get a response soon.
Because of that, he wouldn't necessarily need the tv in his bedroom...so on monday night he (with me, mitch's, and my mom's help) moved it downstairs next to our other plasma tv :D
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
And when Connor came over immediately after, and we had bought an ethernet cable, we did a system link on two plasma screen tvs :D
And on Tuesday me and mitch invited at least 5 (we wanted six but one couldn't come) guys to come over, and we went nuts ^^
Especially four man firefight is amazing.
And working on all of that, it was totally amazing.
And so, because I have also been working on solo for all of the armor, I have been incredibly busy.
Now, all of the people who are not Video Gamers, tune back in.
I finally got my Patriarchal Blessing today! It's sitting in front of me, and it's even more amazing. A really great blessing to have.
So, me and Teagan have been texting quite a bit this past week as well, seeing as of how she is on a trip to the grand canyon, Lake Powell, etc. and needing someone to talk to :) Late at night ;)
It's been nice ^^
Me and Connor have been working on ForeTech like crazy people (new name for OvP) or perhaps more like ambitious peoples.
I mean, we did test out the cable (It didn't work for Halo Wars :o :( )
And we've got lots of ideas on what to do (especially when I finally gave in to ForeTech) but we haven't done anything yet.
I tried to show the crew the Trial Episode, and it was just kinda of shoved away, like we had better things to do.
It's not gonna get done if no one does it.
That's what's been going on mostly. Fun Family stuff, sick days, doing homework days, etc. It's been a lazy productive Spring Break.
I guess I haven't told you yet- Horseback riding was fun.
That was the first day of the break, and it was fun.
That's the word. Nothing more, nothing less.
I went to Alena's, were we hooked up the trailor, gathered the horses and friends (ALL GIRLS O_o) then we went to the equestrian arena were shellie and marae were.
The times I had the most fun were honestly when I could help out working.
In Alena's words "Alex is fine when he knows what to do."
It felt great to help her hook up the trailor, cause I have done it multiple times.
But I could barely tie the knots on the horses so then it kind of stunk... for her and me.
Although it was interesting when marae hopped on the back of my horse, and shellie gave me a hug, but that was pretty much it. We were at the arena for a while- had a great pb&j sandwich, chips, and water lunch.
There's for the past and present, so here's for the future.
On april 7th (a wednesday, when school is back) is my 16th birthday. On april 10th is the ACT and the party I have planned after it.
My idea was to go to see How to Tame your Dragon, then come back for pizza, drinks, and video games.
However, I have a hiccup. I think the movie will be funny, fun, and clean, which will be perfect. And the food agrees with anyone. After that though...
I will invite the cast of ForeTech, and a few other guests.
The boys in that group will keep themselves busy (I'll ask my dad to bring the tv down again) but Teagan (and I don't know how many other girls to invite) could be left behind, which I don't want to do at all.
We're doing the Trial Episode so hopefully they could either have fun watching or at least be involved (voices wise) but besides that I got nothing.
Do I set up board games? Leave the N64 and gamecube downstairs and the Wii in my room? We can't watch another movie, and it's gotta be something fun.
Being my 16th, I know how many boys to invite, but not the ratio of girls to bring...
I'm still feeling awkward about dating, and won't have my license (which couldn't drive others for 6 months anyway) till a week or two after my birthday (curse you Thompson and your wrestling interrruptions). When I asked Teagan what they did for Spring Fling, she listed an entire DAY's worth of games, activities, etc. O_o Albeit, with a group of people, but even still.
Before my butt warms up my seat too much, I gotta finish this AP assignment.
Talk to you Monday.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Balance
Pre-Script:
I would like to write for a while tonight, to make up for my inadequecies of the past few posts, and to keep you, my insecure and frenzied readers, up to date; However, I might not have as much time as previously expected.
(Mental Note: I may need to shift this blog to sunday nights...)
Nevertheless, a recap...
Let's see...The last two times I can blame all on OvP.
Last time I was trying to purchase and complete an entire album of Halo for OvP stuff(and was successful after many attempts) and it dominated my time, thoughts and energy. Even the time before that, I had been busy discussing various topics of OvP with Connor, through 360elephants.blogspot.com.
Finished with that, and the fact that I have built Lazerquest on Forge (On Connor's Xbox, albeit) I am now concentrating on other matters- (Still not school though, unfortunately).
I'm going to go backwards, since it is easier for me.
Sunday, I was very busy, but very pleased. I prepared and gave (half) of a lesson in sunday school, participated in a very engaging lesson on marriage including all of the kids of high school age (I apologize for the pun). Anteceeding that, my bishop brought me in for my Priest Interview (A little early cause after my birthday is too late, and next week is General Conference). Followed by Grandma's Potato Bar Dinner, I was very in tune with the spirit that day...2CB 5060B 1B 50978B...
I couldn't have prepared enough for that though- Saturday (and Friday night-ish) was all Percussion. It was the P.A.S. Percussion Festival at Riverton. The first time I think all of us as a percussion group have really bonded. All day- 7:30 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. - We were either preparing to go to Riverton, going to classes at Riverton, eating at Saffron, Playing at Riverton, going to MHS from Riverton, Where the Utah Symphony was playing Rhapsody in Blue, to T.T. were I had the best Hickory burger I've had in a while. And cheese fries. And the night before, Me, Hudson, and Connor were Firefighting, then they were messing around on Forge, while I made Lazerquest.
I had a good day.
The week before wasn't as nice, stressing for tests, and especially Percussion. The Anthology was due, and had multiple tests that I didn't study enough for.
But I got through it.
ish.
Even now I'm getting tired. And not only physically. Mentally, I'm getting bored with continuing to write this...I hope Spring Break comes soon, I'm gonna need it.
I'll just go over a few things.
Physically.
*Testing* Yep, I'm still pretty heavy. Nothing new.
Could use some more sleep...I'm getting to that.
I HAD been doing well with hygiene...I'll get back on that.
Mentally.
I'm stressing out over these tests (or so I tell myself) then barely do anything to study. I've been devoting my time more to OvP, and Percussion, and other topics.
Spiritually.
I think very good. On the 14th I got my Patriarchal Blessing, which was amazing. We also had a pretty BYD that night, coolio.
The next sunday I gave a lesson, a talk, and am preparing to be priest.
I'm still taunted by it, but I said no once, then twice, then even a third. It's easier every time I ignore it.
Socially.
Ugh- I hate this one, it's so complicated...maybe...or not.
Maybe people are just making it that way...I don't know, or it's me.
Teagan isn't doing that though- We are balancing out a bit, with a healthy amount of flirting now- but barely texting anymore.
Rather, now that my 16th is coming up, it's creating yet another test to be prepared for. I was really hoping not to mess too much with this, but I'm being pulled into it.
My parents, really, are creating the tension. They are having me read the New Era on dating, and talking to me about who my first date will be, what it will be, where, when, how, why, who, I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!
I..................I'm not ready to date....just right away....I need to balance myself out a bit...I'm stretching my boundaries now, and as I'm drifing away from my studies merely from OvP, and my relationship experience, it proves that I can become very distracted in something- and give it so much attention that nothing else matters.............and.....when it's gone, and that's all I had been living for.............................................................................
No, I just......I'm not ready to date. When I am, I will be.
Just not yet.
So please don't bug me about it. I want to think about my $2000 scholarship, the ACT and the AP test, not who why where when and how.
That means you; Mom, Dad. I would've hoped that you know my standards, that I know about what dating may be like, and I will prepare myself for it-I don't need extra pressure.
What happens when you fill up the tire with too much pressure? Pop.
I need to release some pressure- I'm hoping that Spring Break could help, and I'm kicking it off by agreeing to with Alena horseback riding (with many of her friends but few of mine).
I yam who I yam.
Be Prepared.
I would like to write for a while tonight, to make up for my inadequecies of the past few posts, and to keep you, my insecure and frenzied readers, up to date; However, I might not have as much time as previously expected.
(Mental Note: I may need to shift this blog to sunday nights...)
Nevertheless, a recap...
Let's see...The last two times I can blame all on OvP.
Last time I was trying to purchase and complete an entire album of Halo for OvP stuff(and was successful after many attempts) and it dominated my time, thoughts and energy. Even the time before that, I had been busy discussing various topics of OvP with Connor, through 360elephants.blogspot.com.
Finished with that, and the fact that I have built Lazerquest on Forge (On Connor's Xbox, albeit) I am now concentrating on other matters- (Still not school though, unfortunately).
I'm going to go backwards, since it is easier for me.
Sunday, I was very busy, but very pleased. I prepared and gave (half) of a lesson in sunday school, participated in a very engaging lesson on marriage including all of the kids of high school age (I apologize for the pun). Anteceeding that, my bishop brought me in for my Priest Interview (A little early cause after my birthday is too late, and next week is General Conference). Followed by Grandma's Potato Bar Dinner, I was very in tune with the spirit that day...2CB 5060B 1B 50978B...
I couldn't have prepared enough for that though- Saturday (and Friday night-ish) was all Percussion. It was the P.A.S. Percussion Festival at Riverton. The first time I think all of us as a percussion group have really bonded. All day- 7:30 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. - We were either preparing to go to Riverton, going to classes at Riverton, eating at Saffron, Playing at Riverton, going to MHS from Riverton, Where the Utah Symphony was playing Rhapsody in Blue, to T.T. were I had the best Hickory burger I've had in a while. And cheese fries. And the night before, Me, Hudson, and Connor were Firefighting, then they were messing around on Forge, while I made Lazerquest.
I had a good day.
The week before wasn't as nice, stressing for tests, and especially Percussion. The Anthology was due, and had multiple tests that I didn't study enough for.
But I got through it.
ish.
Even now I'm getting tired. And not only physically. Mentally, I'm getting bored with continuing to write this...I hope Spring Break comes soon, I'm gonna need it.
I'll just go over a few things.
Physically.
*Testing* Yep, I'm still pretty heavy. Nothing new.
Could use some more sleep...I'm getting to that.
I HAD been doing well with hygiene...I'll get back on that.
Mentally.
I'm stressing out over these tests (or so I tell myself) then barely do anything to study. I've been devoting my time more to OvP, and Percussion, and other topics.
Spiritually.
I think very good. On the 14th I got my Patriarchal Blessing, which was amazing. We also had a pretty BYD that night, coolio.
The next sunday I gave a lesson, a talk, and am preparing to be priest.
I'm still taunted by it, but I said no once, then twice, then even a third. It's easier every time I ignore it.
Socially.
Ugh- I hate this one, it's so complicated...maybe...or not.
Maybe people are just making it that way...I don't know, or it's me.
Teagan isn't doing that though- We are balancing out a bit, with a healthy amount of flirting now- but barely texting anymore.
Rather, now that my 16th is coming up, it's creating yet another test to be prepared for. I was really hoping not to mess too much with this, but I'm being pulled into it.
My parents, really, are creating the tension. They are having me read the New Era on dating, and talking to me about who my first date will be, what it will be, where, when, how, why, who, I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!
I..................I'm not ready to date....just right away....I need to balance myself out a bit...I'm stretching my boundaries now, and as I'm drifing away from my studies merely from OvP, and my relationship experience, it proves that I can become very distracted in something- and give it so much attention that nothing else matters.............and.....when it's gone, and that's all I had been living for.............................................................................
No, I just......I'm not ready to date. When I am, I will be.
Just not yet.
So please don't bug me about it. I want to think about my $2000 scholarship, the ACT and the AP test, not who why where when and how.
That means you; Mom, Dad. I would've hoped that you know my standards, that I know about what dating may be like, and I will prepare myself for it-I don't need extra pressure.
What happens when you fill up the tire with too much pressure? Pop.
I need to release some pressure- I'm hoping that Spring Break could help, and I'm kicking it off by agreeing to with Alena horseback riding (with many of her friends but few of mine).
I yam who I yam.
Be Prepared.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Grr
Either fix my computer, or get me a new one.
This is too rediculously slow. I know I was asking a lot, but I requested the computer upstairs to do the same thing, and it did it -exactly- 120x faster.
So, sorry, but no big post tonight.
Night.
This is too rediculously slow. I know I was asking a lot, but I requested the computer upstairs to do the same thing, and it did it -exactly- 120x faster.
So, sorry, but no big post tonight.
Night.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Orange vs. Purple HQ
Since I am both lazy and tired, and the fact that I have already written today, I will simply redirect you to Orange vs. Purple HQ, where Me, Connor, Hudson, Jesse, (with guest actors Teagan, and possibly others) are going to make a "machinima" (a voiced movie using a video game) and post it there.
Enjoy the music, and ignore the fact that there are three new posts, but everything else is years ago.
http://www.360elephants.blogspot.com/
Enjoy the music, and ignore the fact that there are three new posts, but everything else is years ago.
http://www.360elephants.blogspot.com/
Monday, March 1, 2010
Confusion
Well, like promised, I will write in my blog on Monday Twilight.
Albeit, however, I will not write much, lest I suffer from apoplexy. (EDIT: I do wish to say that I gave my Giving Tree testimony for FHE, it was perfect)
It's really unfair, in a way.
All weekend, I had prepared myself to moan and whine all about how I was going to not care about girls, because they didn't care about me- I was their 'friggin springboard' was one of the regrettable things I was telling myself.
I was fortunate enough to not be sucked in by The black hole, but I did sleep a lot.
Everyday over the break, I took a four hour nap. (Following the 3 a.m. sleepover at connors with hudson and jessie, halo legends and cod6) ((Which all in all isn't that late compared to some.))
Friday was and was not a bummer. It was Confusion.
We (Me, Hudson, Ross, and Connor) went to Marae's house, accompanied of course by [in obvious order] Alena, Marae, and Shellie (Connor was a seventh wheel, although he didn't mind being the spare this time, seeing as how the party included Wii, pizza and candy).
Obvious order or so I thought.
Although Ross and Shellie were the first to be snuggled up, Hudson and Marae were a close second.
From previous experiences, I should have seen the outcome.
Before I say more, i would like to state that I had a wicked good time at this party. Pizza, Drinks, Wii, Movie(we watched Click), and Girls Wrestling, how much more do you need? ;D
Although the couch was created with a large armrest between me and Alena (perhaps planned previously) that wouldn't have been the real cause of why we never even touched each other the whole time.
Sure we laughed and had fun, but the lack of even a hug, or worse a handshake, just tugged me further down, i guess.
(I should also say though that as she was showing me her horse racing scores, which she was obviously so excited about, I truly wasn't listening hard enough- I was still too attached to the guys playing archery at that moment.
Either that says I didn't truly care about she was talking about, or that I simply had given up on trying so hard...I could have devoted my full attention to her, and we would have been partially alone back there but...I was afraid of.............
"being the hopeless romantic I am..." (The Secret Life, Ben)
)
All in all it was wonderfully, but the rest of the weekend was long and boring.
However...Monday...changed all of that in a half second flash.
She's done that to me before you know. Also made my heart look up (not a backflip, but a definate turn and look).
But no details for you ^^ All that's already in ma journal :P
GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD LUCK!!!
Albeit, however, I will not write much, lest I suffer from apoplexy. (EDIT: I do wish to say that I gave my Giving Tree testimony for FHE, it was perfect)
It's really unfair, in a way.
All weekend, I had prepared myself to moan and whine all about how I was going to not care about girls, because they didn't care about me- I was their 'friggin springboard' was one of the regrettable things I was telling myself.
I was fortunate enough to not be sucked in by The black hole, but I did sleep a lot.
Everyday over the break, I took a four hour nap. (Following the 3 a.m. sleepover at connors with hudson and jessie, halo legends and cod6) ((Which all in all isn't that late compared to some.))
Friday was and was not a bummer. It was Confusion.
We (Me, Hudson, Ross, and Connor) went to Marae's house, accompanied of course by [in obvious order] Alena, Marae, and Shellie (Connor was a seventh wheel, although he didn't mind being the spare this time, seeing as how the party included Wii, pizza and candy).
Obvious order or so I thought.
Although Ross and Shellie were the first to be snuggled up, Hudson and Marae were a close second.
From previous experiences, I should have seen the outcome.
Before I say more, i would like to state that I had a wicked good time at this party. Pizza, Drinks, Wii, Movie(we watched Click), and Girls Wrestling, how much more do you need? ;D
Although the couch was created with a large armrest between me and Alena (perhaps planned previously) that wouldn't have been the real cause of why we never even touched each other the whole time.
Sure we laughed and had fun, but the lack of even a hug, or worse a handshake, just tugged me further down, i guess.
(I should also say though that as she was showing me her horse racing scores, which she was obviously so excited about, I truly wasn't listening hard enough- I was still too attached to the guys playing archery at that moment.
Either that says I didn't truly care about she was talking about, or that I simply had given up on trying so hard...I could have devoted my full attention to her, and we would have been partially alone back there but...I was afraid of.............
"being the hopeless romantic I am..." (The Secret Life, Ben)
)
All in all it was wonderfully, but the rest of the weekend was long and boring.
However...Monday...changed all of that in a half second flash.
She's done that to me before you know. Also made my heart look up (not a backflip, but a definate turn and look).
But no details for you ^^ All that's already in ma journal :P
GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD LUCK!!!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday Twilight
Ahh, and what a beautiful night it is :)
It could be getting back from the weekend, and today was merely a trial of getting back into the school week, or it could also be the combination of choices and consequences (Greek, followed by The Secret Life) on tv on mondays, or some other reason, but I like it.
I would have no problem only writing once a week, as long as it was progressive.
It seems to be that way.
And the tree was happy.
Yes :)
So, here's the lowdown...Last week...nothing too interesting...but the weekend...yes.
I talked to Alena late into the night, each night, and it was great.
Sunday was the Stake Conference, and against all odds, Teagan sat next to me ;D
(I felt that feeling...the irrepressible somersault...) But it went by fast, and John Bytheway is a wonderfully talented speaker. (ooh...............................it's so hard to resist saying it.........)
But, while there, I got the stake president to sign my seminary release form for next year for early morning seminary. I also stacked chairs with connor and daniel for teagan's sudden disappearance......
And not for that reason...I was sucked in. The night claimed me, and I let it go out of control. It wasn't good. It was bad.
It was even worse because it took me until the following night to repent of it.
But I am. HOPEfully the repenting part is gaining ground...we'll see.
"But time went by."
"And the boy grew older."
"And the tree was often alone."
"Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."
"I am too big to climb and play," said the boy. "I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "But I hav eno money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.
And the tree was happy......(about 10 pages later).....but not really.
Those lines, from The Giving Tree, have some of my happiest moments, of when Mom would come in, into me and Mitchell's room. Sometimes I would shift the bunk bed to a couch, sometimes mitchell would sit with us, sometimes he'd be on top. Sometimes I laid down too, because I was tired and sick.
But Mom would come, and read us stories, EVERY night. She always did. And I can never love her enough for it.
Today in seminary, a particularily rowdy day, and it was tricky to feel the spirit, Bro. Miller talked more about planting a seed. He gave us a 6th period cup, and told us about the scriptures where it talks about, and he planted a seed in me.
This seed wasn't noticed until late on Monday Twilight.
But it sprouted.
And it has brought forth a good seed.
(Because I won't have a soon enough chance for a testimony meeting, especially like the one we shared with the teacher's quorum, I wanted to write this down. To always remember it.)
As i prayed over my scriptures (directly on) I asked forgiveness for my sins, help in my trials, and expressed thankfulness for the seed of the word of God planted in me; I prepared for two things. One, about what I was saying and what it meant, and Two, of how I should open my scriptures to be directed.
Opening my eyes, instead, I stood up, and walked to the family room.
I recited this phrase as I walked, which we were memorizing in seminary that day, just before the lessons about the tree.
Alma 37: 6-7
Now ye may suppose that this is foolishness in me, but Behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass; and small means in many instances doth confound the wise; And the Lord God doth work by means to bring about his great and eternal purposes' and by very small means the lord doth confound the wise and bringeth about the salvation of many souls.
And just as I finished, I knew which book my hand was led to.
The Giving Tree
It is the story of a boy, and a tree. This boy, he loved the tree. And the tree loved the boy. They played, and swung, and ate, and had fun together.
But then, the boy left. He didn't come back for a long time, but, the tree was happy.
(I wondered, oh I must be the tree, I am the 'bridge' between my friends, 'the peacekeeper' of my brother and sister, the 'wise' one...)
The boy came back. He was a teenager now. He didn't want to play with the tree. He wanted to buy things, and have fun. So the tree gave him all its fruit. And the tree was happy.
(wait...I'm not the tree...am I the boy? could someone be the tree? Teagan? Alena? Connor? Hudson? My parents and family?...)
The boy grew older.
(The picture is of now the tree having two notches, one of the Boy and the Tree, and the Boy and the Girl lying under the tree next to him. that was answered. But...who's the tree?)
But the boy stayed away for a long time...and the tree was sad. And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb tree," said the boy. "I want a house to keep me warm," he said. "I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?"
"I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house.
Then you will be happy."
And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.
(...The boy...He...comes to the tree only when he needs it. Is he selfish? Is he rude? Is it right that he is so busy? Why must he be so busy? Can't he give time to the Tree?
The Tree? That would give us anything, and everything for us?)
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy. "I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away...and be happy."
And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away.
(But, But! The boy- He- He's now so old, and has made many mistakes, and yet now continues to come to this tree...by now, the tree is only a stump. Forgotten, left only with Me and the Tree, hearted out into its trunk.........
The Tree gave its entire self. It gave away its apples. She gave away her branches and leaves. HE. He gave his trunk to the Boy.)
And the tree was happy...but not really.
(No! The tree was always happy, wasn't he? Always happy to see the boy? He would do everything for the boy!
But then again...the boy only comes for what the Tree can offer...Only a long time ago, did he help the tree to be happy. And he comes infrequently, and after long times too...)
And after a long time the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you-
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree. "You cannot swing on them-"
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree. "you cannot climb-"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree. "I wish that I could give you something...but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
The End.
:) Jesus Christ has sacrificed and is sacrificing himself for us. For every person's sins, he has felt the pain, and can and has and will bear it for us, if we just ask and listen and do, as he commands.
He will always forgive, and will always be there for us, in times of sadness, and need, and grief, and fear, and love, and of being tired.
Never forget our Lord, even as he will never forget you.
I say these things, in the name of Our Savior, Our Redeemer, Our Tree; Jesus Christ.
Amen.
It could be getting back from the weekend, and today was merely a trial of getting back into the school week, or it could also be the combination of choices and consequences (Greek, followed by The Secret Life) on tv on mondays, or some other reason, but I like it.
I would have no problem only writing once a week, as long as it was progressive.
It seems to be that way.
And the tree was happy.
Yes :)
So, here's the lowdown...Last week...nothing too interesting...but the weekend...yes.
I talked to Alena late into the night, each night, and it was great.
Sunday was the Stake Conference, and against all odds, Teagan sat next to me ;D
(I felt that feeling...the irrepressible somersault...) But it went by fast, and John Bytheway is a wonderfully talented speaker. (ooh...............................it's so hard to resist saying it.........)
But, while there, I got the stake president to sign my seminary release form for next year for early morning seminary. I also stacked chairs with connor and daniel for teagan's sudden disappearance......
And not for that reason...I was sucked in. The night claimed me, and I let it go out of control. It wasn't good. It was bad.
It was even worse because it took me until the following night to repent of it.
But I am. HOPEfully the repenting part is gaining ground...we'll see.
"But time went by."
"And the boy grew older."
"And the tree was often alone."
"Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."
"I am too big to climb and play," said the boy. "I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "But I hav eno money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.
And the tree was happy......(about 10 pages later).....but not really.
Those lines, from The Giving Tree, have some of my happiest moments, of when Mom would come in, into me and Mitchell's room. Sometimes I would shift the bunk bed to a couch, sometimes mitchell would sit with us, sometimes he'd be on top. Sometimes I laid down too, because I was tired and sick.
But Mom would come, and read us stories, EVERY night. She always did. And I can never love her enough for it.
Today in seminary, a particularily rowdy day, and it was tricky to feel the spirit, Bro. Miller talked more about planting a seed. He gave us a 6th period cup, and told us about the scriptures where it talks about, and he planted a seed in me.
This seed wasn't noticed until late on Monday Twilight.
But it sprouted.
And it has brought forth a good seed.
(Because I won't have a soon enough chance for a testimony meeting, especially like the one we shared with the teacher's quorum, I wanted to write this down. To always remember it.)
As i prayed over my scriptures (directly on) I asked forgiveness for my sins, help in my trials, and expressed thankfulness for the seed of the word of God planted in me; I prepared for two things. One, about what I was saying and what it meant, and Two, of how I should open my scriptures to be directed.
Opening my eyes, instead, I stood up, and walked to the family room.
I recited this phrase as I walked, which we were memorizing in seminary that day, just before the lessons about the tree.
Alma 37: 6-7
Now ye may suppose that this is foolishness in me, but Behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass; and small means in many instances doth confound the wise; And the Lord God doth work by means to bring about his great and eternal purposes' and by very small means the lord doth confound the wise and bringeth about the salvation of many souls.
And just as I finished, I knew which book my hand was led to.
The Giving Tree
It is the story of a boy, and a tree. This boy, he loved the tree. And the tree loved the boy. They played, and swung, and ate, and had fun together.
But then, the boy left. He didn't come back for a long time, but, the tree was happy.
(I wondered, oh I must be the tree, I am the 'bridge' between my friends, 'the peacekeeper' of my brother and sister, the 'wise' one...)
The boy came back. He was a teenager now. He didn't want to play with the tree. He wanted to buy things, and have fun. So the tree gave him all its fruit. And the tree was happy.
(wait...I'm not the tree...am I the boy? could someone be the tree? Teagan? Alena? Connor? Hudson? My parents and family?...)
The boy grew older.
(The picture is of now the tree having two notches, one of the Boy and the Tree, and the Boy and the Girl lying under the tree next to him. that was answered. But...who's the tree?)
But the boy stayed away for a long time...and the tree was sad. And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb tree," said the boy. "I want a house to keep me warm," he said. "I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?"
"I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house.
Then you will be happy."
And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.
(...The boy...He...comes to the tree only when he needs it. Is he selfish? Is he rude? Is it right that he is so busy? Why must he be so busy? Can't he give time to the Tree?
The Tree? That would give us anything, and everything for us?)
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy. "I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away...and be happy."
And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away.
(But, But! The boy- He- He's now so old, and has made many mistakes, and yet now continues to come to this tree...by now, the tree is only a stump. Forgotten, left only with Me and the Tree, hearted out into its trunk.........
The Tree gave its entire self. It gave away its apples. She gave away her branches and leaves. HE. He gave his trunk to the Boy.)
And the tree was happy...but not really.
(No! The tree was always happy, wasn't he? Always happy to see the boy? He would do everything for the boy!
But then again...the boy only comes for what the Tree can offer...Only a long time ago, did he help the tree to be happy. And he comes infrequently, and after long times too...)
And after a long time the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you-
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree. "You cannot swing on them-"
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree. "you cannot climb-"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree. "I wish that I could give you something...but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
The End.
:) Jesus Christ has sacrificed and is sacrificing himself for us. For every person's sins, he has felt the pain, and can and has and will bear it for us, if we just ask and listen and do, as he commands.
He will always forgive, and will always be there for us, in times of sadness, and need, and grief, and fear, and love, and of being tired.
Never forget our Lord, even as he will never forget you.
I say these things, in the name of Our Savior, Our Redeemer, Our Tree; Jesus Christ.
Amen.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Shizuko's Daughter
It being a week since my last post, is a good enough time to write again.
Right now, I want to tell you about Shizuko's Daughter.
I haven't finished yet, so I'm not entirely sure about most of this but...
It's a wonderful book- One of those sad books that every person must read every now and then.
It's about a girl whose mother committed suicide. Now as Yuki, her daughter, lives on with her father and new stepmother, It details how she lives, reacts, and feels of the her father, her mother, and all those around her. It's very eye-opening.
It's really helped me to understand how Aysha and Ty felt.
I realize I couldn't have possibly understood their situation. I can now sympathize, but I'm not entirely sorry. More...accepting...
So, for Valentine's, I went to a movie with Alena, Marae, their friend, and connor and hudson. My parents came too, but sat somewhere else. Before I summarize, I also want to say that Wednesday I went to Mattie's for her birthday party where we went Lazer Tagging.
Even though Teagan was at Lazertag, and Alena was at the movie, I didn't feel the need to be close to them...well, that's not true, but they were more friends to me, less ...I'm not entirely sure...
They were both great because it was only the group of friends (although Mattie and Britney, and Hudson and Marae were discreet).
And then on friday I evaded a sleepover with hudson and connor, but was dragged to Uncle Mark's on saturday cause it was stake conference on sunday.
I enjoyed it. It was just ps3 the whole time, and Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?
And no matter how much I pushed it away, attempted to avert it, simply ignore it,
My heart still had at least a half-turn when mitchell said, "There's Teagan."
I resisted to turn immediately, but they(Stephanie) debated for at least a minute whether or not to sit next to or in front of me and mitch. I was able to concentrate on the talk by President Cutler, and answer the question of whether we were friends still, by my bishop.
Most importantly, I could happily and boldly shake Bishop Clark's hand.
And since david slept over, we played some carl's booty, and that was fun.
But today was homework, and Shizuko's Daughter, as well as Frogurt.
Now I'm prepared for school, and there's not much else to say.
Good night.
P.S. Oh wait, there is.
Because of Shizuko's, I was actually thinking about Aysha quite a bit. I watched 4 episodes of Gurren lagaan (although I have to watch it in Japanese, not English) just so I could be able to ask her about her stepmother.
With Gurren Lagaan, I hope I may have improved that friendship, at least.
Right now, I want to tell you about Shizuko's Daughter.
I haven't finished yet, so I'm not entirely sure about most of this but...
It's a wonderful book- One of those sad books that every person must read every now and then.
It's about a girl whose mother committed suicide. Now as Yuki, her daughter, lives on with her father and new stepmother, It details how she lives, reacts, and feels of the her father, her mother, and all those around her. It's very eye-opening.
It's really helped me to understand how Aysha and Ty felt.
I realize I couldn't have possibly understood their situation. I can now sympathize, but I'm not entirely sorry. More...accepting...
So, for Valentine's, I went to a movie with Alena, Marae, their friend, and connor and hudson. My parents came too, but sat somewhere else. Before I summarize, I also want to say that Wednesday I went to Mattie's for her birthday party where we went Lazer Tagging.
Even though Teagan was at Lazertag, and Alena was at the movie, I didn't feel the need to be close to them...well, that's not true, but they were more friends to me, less ...I'm not entirely sure...
They were both great because it was only the group of friends (although Mattie and Britney, and Hudson and Marae were discreet).
And then on friday I evaded a sleepover with hudson and connor, but was dragged to Uncle Mark's on saturday cause it was stake conference on sunday.
I enjoyed it. It was just ps3 the whole time, and Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?
And no matter how much I pushed it away, attempted to avert it, simply ignore it,
My heart still had at least a half-turn when mitchell said, "There's Teagan."
I resisted to turn immediately, but they(Stephanie) debated for at least a minute whether or not to sit next to or in front of me and mitch. I was able to concentrate on the talk by President Cutler, and answer the question of whether we were friends still, by my bishop.
Most importantly, I could happily and boldly shake Bishop Clark's hand.
And since david slept over, we played some carl's booty, and that was fun.
But today was homework, and Shizuko's Daughter, as well as Frogurt.
Now I'm prepared for school, and there's not much else to say.
Good night.
P.S. Oh wait, there is.
Because of Shizuko's, I was actually thinking about Aysha quite a bit. I watched 4 episodes of Gurren lagaan (although I have to watch it in Japanese, not English) just so I could be able to ask her about her stepmother.
With Gurren Lagaan, I hope I may have improved that friendship, at least.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Realizing now that my blog is actually being read, I will attempt to continue to write as I feel, without pressure of a parent(s) over my shoulder, however in order the privacy of those written about by me, I will simply encode it in my own trickery. Don't think of it as me hiding it from you, but saving it for me.
(Think of Madam Defarge)
To make up for your now crest-fallen attribute, I will supply with juicy tidbits.
bitesize.
at church today, my calendar was completely filled. range monday, ward temple night tuesday, blueergh. however Wednesday is conflicted with baptisms and Mattie's Party. LazerQuest, for Those who don't know. luckily thursday will be a prep day, but the following is rather filled. saturday is empty, yet Sunday is Stake Conference, and the continuous following sunday is a Fireside.
Trust me, that was delicious.
I am conflicted on Tennis. Yes or No? It will be after school in the spring, yet I hope it does not go into summer (quite certain it will). The fact that Tyler has said it has fallen apart (him who sprained his back from frequent serves) because Wihongi no longer coaches, for some strange reason invigorates me to go. It means it will be easier to get into, and also that we probably won't win as much. That's mean and rude, but true. It means it would be good exercise for me, without taking out that much time from my schedule.
I can no longer cram things into my summer schedule (crap I forgot again!!!) because I may get that engineering internship. (paid) ((I still need to write a resume)) That and efy, ward campouts, and family camping trips (also being 16).
What do you do for Valentine's? I don't think I want one...So I don't know what to do, considering the incredibly friendly friends I have, I may receive a gift I wasn't expecting, and be unable to pay it back...but I also don't want to be that awkward giving person, who may have given without a reason, but seem to have given with a reason. And I'm not an Arts and Crafts person, I can't make a cheap yet effective gift- they require some money which I no longer have to give. Hmm.
Spiritual Time.
This last sleepover was great ^^
We went to Sam Fisihetau's house, all of the Teacher's Quorum (that means Connor too) came. We even picked up Alden halfway through his date with Aly. Along with a truly amazing testimony meeting, it followed the standards of traditional sleepovers, lots of little caesars and mcdonalds, videogames, very very latenight rowdyness and laughing, and even better a great breakfast to wake up to. For once, the Wii and Xbox me and Connor brought helped to bring us socially accepted to the group, not away from it.
The Lost Symbol, was also great.
It was surprisingly religious, mixed in with the Death, explosions, symbols, action, and hot scientist who has a crush on Langdon. It even mentions a quote from Joseph Smith, although does not mention him by name. I would suggest any inquisitive mind to read it, although Angels and Demons must come first, followed by the Da Vinci Code.
I must retire. Ya, retire, that's what it said in Preach My Gospel.
(I recently went scavenging around my room and found it- It happened to have a Missionary's daily schedule, which provided a great answer to my schedule problems.)
With minor editing including Missionary replaced by Student Daily schedule, it gives a trustworthy, yet powerful guide. Hopefully I'll use it.
This is Alex Clawson, signing off.
The Twilight Owl
(Think of Madam Defarge)
To make up for your now crest-fallen attribute, I will supply with juicy tidbits.
bitesize.
at church today, my calendar was completely filled. range monday, ward temple night tuesday, blueergh. however Wednesday is conflicted with baptisms and Mattie's Party. LazerQuest, for Those who don't know. luckily thursday will be a prep day, but the following is rather filled. saturday is empty, yet Sunday is Stake Conference, and the continuous following sunday is a Fireside.
Trust me, that was delicious.
I am conflicted on Tennis. Yes or No? It will be after school in the spring, yet I hope it does not go into summer (quite certain it will). The fact that Tyler has said it has fallen apart (him who sprained his back from frequent serves) because Wihongi no longer coaches, for some strange reason invigorates me to go. It means it will be easier to get into, and also that we probably won't win as much. That's mean and rude, but true. It means it would be good exercise for me, without taking out that much time from my schedule.
I can no longer cram things into my summer schedule (crap I forgot again!!!) because I may get that engineering internship. (paid) ((I still need to write a resume)) That and efy, ward campouts, and family camping trips (also being 16).
What do you do for Valentine's? I don't think I want one...So I don't know what to do, considering the incredibly friendly friends I have, I may receive a gift I wasn't expecting, and be unable to pay it back...but I also don't want to be that awkward giving person, who may have given without a reason, but seem to have given with a reason. And I'm not an Arts and Crafts person, I can't make a cheap yet effective gift- they require some money which I no longer have to give. Hmm.
Spiritual Time.
This last sleepover was great ^^
We went to Sam Fisihetau's house, all of the Teacher's Quorum (that means Connor too) came. We even picked up Alden halfway through his date with Aly. Along with a truly amazing testimony meeting, it followed the standards of traditional sleepovers, lots of little caesars and mcdonalds, videogames, very very latenight rowdyness and laughing, and even better a great breakfast to wake up to. For once, the Wii and Xbox me and Connor brought helped to bring us socially accepted to the group, not away from it.
The Lost Symbol, was also great.
It was surprisingly religious, mixed in with the Death, explosions, symbols, action, and hot scientist who has a crush on Langdon. It even mentions a quote from Joseph Smith, although does not mention him by name. I would suggest any inquisitive mind to read it, although Angels and Demons must come first, followed by the Da Vinci Code.
I must retire. Ya, retire, that's what it said in Preach My Gospel.
(I recently went scavenging around my room and found it- It happened to have a Missionary's daily schedule, which provided a great answer to my schedule problems.)
With minor editing including Missionary replaced by Student Daily schedule, it gives a trustworthy, yet powerful guide. Hopefully I'll use it.
This is Alex Clawson, signing off.
The Twilight Owl
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