Tom's Trifles

An "Ah-HA!" moment about Tom!

2011-05-22T23:32:00.000-07:00

Dogbert gets partial credit for compatibility with me, I love talking AND listening though.

I have discovered that I LOVE communicating. It makes some different aspects of me make a lot more sense. I love the night, partly because I just find the dark comforting, and partly because people have a lot looser tongues at night, people just seem a lot more likely to just talk at night than at any other time. Also, I talk to myself, as anyone who has ever lived, or even just traveled with me knows. While I was on the Spring Break trip to California, my friend Eric was with me and he commented on how he had noticed it, and was kind of amazed at how I keep a running commentary, even in the shower. That's right, I don't sing in the shower, I just continue talking to myself. I love the simple exchange of information. It doesn't really matter who or what either. I've had a lot of conversations ranging from connecting Science Fiction and Religion to drunken/buzzed exploits, and I enjoyed both just as much, I know that I should enjoy the one about religion more, but really, I just love listening. When I'm listening to a person, it's just far too much fun to watch them, ESPECIALLY if they're getting really into something, like something they discovered for themselves, or just learned, or they're figuring something out, or just if they're amazed by it, I love just watching that happen. Cause we all think a huge amount, well, I think we all think a huge amount, some people I'm just not so sure about, but there's a large amount of processing and events that happen to all of us, but the majority of it never escapes our thick skulls! So when someone just starts talking to me, I think it's fantastic. I will listen to just about anyone, talk about just about anything. I hate it when a person starts getting cautious about what they're saying, or how much they're saying when they're talking to me, cause that's just a waste. I support full, lengthy, nerdy communication between people. I can talk a lot, of this there is no doubt, and my three posts in as many days proves this. I love it when a person can actually talk, and keep a conversation going. When I don't have to work to keep the conversation going, that's a good time. So, if you ever just need to nerd out, then I am the man for the job, if there's something that I can do, it's listening, and talking.

A Terrible Summer Tradition

2011-05-21T23:09:00.000-07:00

Two summers in a row now I've had something terrible happen to me that incapacitated me for a time, in which time I was totally miserable. Last summer it was Mono, and that lasted FOREVER! This summer I've had the joyful experience of having my Wisdom Teeth removed. Now I know what you're thinking, yeah yeah, everyone goes through this kind of thing, but THAT is what they said about Mono too! And then I got my own special kind of Mono that combined two different kinds, and then a side effect of another that nobody could even make sense of! Nauseous, throat, and my eyes began swelling, yeah that's right, all the skin around my eyes began swelling so I couldn't open my eyes fully.

This is as far as my eyes would really open

So now, I get my Wisdom Teeth out, and that's a bummer right? According to the general consensus, your average operation happens, you look like a chipmunk, and a day or two later your chewing and making out hurts, right? Well, my top two teeth were so far up that the dear Dentist had to take them out the side, and not through the bottom, so the operation took an hour and a half, or so they tell me, and it's been 3 days and I still can't smile without fear of having my gums begin bleeding, and chewing is completely out of the question. Loratab has no goofy symptoms on me, it just makes me feel really funky, but no bouts of hilarity.

WHY IS EVERYONE PICKING ON ME!?!?!!?

But on the plus side I have caught up on my movies, "RED" and "The Tourist" were just as good as everyone said they were going to be. I've also begun playing Bioshock and am almost finished, those splicers simply don't know what's happening to them, Big Daddies on the other hand, seem to know exactly what's coming and kill me several times before I manage to kill them. Hmmmm
Hope you're all having a great summer! I know that this was a pretty whiny post, but...well, it's whiny ok? Deal with it! My ibuprofen hasn't kicked in yet.

Hobbes Hit it Right on the Head

2011-05-15T20:58:00.000-07:00

I couldn't say it any better, but I am going to explain my own experience with this.
Hobbes has it completely right, at least for me I believe. Mostly the bit about the brain disengaging and babbling like a cretin. I'm not actually twitterpated at the moment, nor do I really intend to be since this is the summer before my mission and to most girls my age that's an instant turn off cause I'm training to go completely non-romantic. I was actually looking back on all of the times when I've gone head over heels, completely bonkers for a girl. I like to think that usually I'm a pretty articulate, competent person. When I'm confronted with an awkward or tense situation I'm usually able to finagle some way to have everyone happy, I'm able to create happy endings and proper social responses for pretty much every movie and real life couple I've seen, but looking back I have realized that my IQ drops 300 points when I fall in love! Which either means I'm the greatest genius the world has ever known, or I have a negative IQ when love strikes. I'm going to have to go with Hobbes on this one.

Home again, home again

2011-05-15T18:21:00.000-07:00

Well, I promised Ashley Kay Easton that I would keep this blog updated. So here we go.
Last time that I wrote in this it was dead week for the first semester. Huh.
The second semester was just as interesting, if not more interesting, than the first! It really doesn't seem like that long ago that it started, huh.
Well, I got a new roommate, his name is Silas Pimentel. My dear Brazilian Brutha who lived in Brazil for the first bit of his life, his family moved to Utah, and then he got called to Colorado on his mission. This is usually a point of confusion for people. Him and I got along fantastic, and Silas tried so hard to teach me good habits, but in the last semester I was pretty into being an irresponsible pre-mi that my room remained trashed, my dishes stayed dirty, and my homework never did get completed.
Went with some crazy guys to California for Spring Break, good times, drunk people are funny and have good stories. Unfortunately I grow tired of updating on my life and feel more like just talking than updating.

Plans for the week

2010-12-08T00:25:00.000-08:00

So this is Dead week. Fun. Last night I finished a poem for Creative Arts, about all the different Creative Arts.
Art
Emotion in movement
Constructing a certain ilk
Flesh turns to brush
Twirling swirling colors
Paintings in pose
To the sound of silk

Grotesques at guard
For the marching moss
As it piles upon the pillars
Of a monument to man
Erected through the effort
Of a design for safety

Red hugs around your neck
Green satin around your chest
Emotions and memories flooding
Pouring through a portal of pastels
Emotions and thoughts put out
Displayed for all to see

Pablo’s paintings, Michael’s makings
Thoughts doodled in paint
Mental pictures translated to brush
Create anew, what was seen of old
Master of oil, water, and wax
On an arena of parchment

Rage, love, jealousy, joy
Friends betrayed, enemies loved
Life seen again on hardwood
Put in some paint, sing a note
Tap a step, design your shirt
Learn life from seeing it played

Sing it, dance it, paint it
Act it, wear it, use it
Enjoy it, judge it, hate it
No matter who, no matter what
Every person is made of heart
Every person turns life into an art

Not about to win any competitions but hey, hopefully it gets a hundred percent. Hoorah.
Tonight a wrote out, in extreme detail, a 30-minute warm-up for the character of Othello. What a pain, never wrote anything so tedious or boring. DBQ's are fascinating compared to this. Anyways, now all I've got left is a guitar final, which I'll have fun practicing for, a cumulative final on Understanding Theater, and a test on the last few Chapters in Alien Class. Then Fall Semester is over!
This week we're doing a prank every day on this apartment above us, because they had been doing this concessive prank on us, so we attacked.

Front Door

Back Door

The Door Knobs
The night before we put balloons all over their front door, and the night before we made a complete covering over their front door with the newspaper that they had been stacking against our door for a few weeks. Tonight's prank was us destroying their peace offering with assorted weaponry, see the video on Facebook.
My last final is next Thursday, the 16th at 11o'clock, and then I'll be heading home (Got a ride) until January 10th! Cause "I'm dreaming tonight, of a place I love, even more than I usually do"

A Fairly Good Idea

2010-12-06T13:12:00.000-08:00

So, I was thinking the other day about a slight dilemma I have with my life, and that's the fact that I am absolutely terrible at keeping in touch. Horrid at this very simple thing, with old friends, family, whatevs. I always forget to call, occasionally remember to text, and people generally just have no idea what's going on with my life. So I was looking around, and saw a friend of mine who had a blog still up and going (Becky Weber), I read some of it, and realized that this was perfect! I am on the computer a fair amount, just cause of Facebook, Pandora, Comics, and of course the accursed school essays. So I figured that I'd just keep this updated and people would know what was going on! Cause my family still blogs fairly regularly. So hoorah. First order of business is to do a quick catch up from last blog post....which was Prom....oh boy.
Junior year ended. AP Tests are an abomination, passed both of mine that year AP Bio and AP History (This is very nice for me right now btw).
Over the summer, I was convinced to do Footloose the Musical. I got the only decent male part in the whole play, I think, and that was Reverend Shaw. The General opinion is that I added depth to an otherwise unremarkable play (Daddy's comment on the show), but that's generally what everyone decided on. While the other parts were sung quite well, there just wasn't a whole lot of depth or class to it. Oh well, I rocked it, had a good time back stage, as I always do.

Oh yeah, and I got some action on stage. Hoorah!
Senior year started, the school was now 3A, so the Drama Department could now compete, so we focused on Drama a lot that year, especially since my grade was a grade with a whole lot of talent, and Street wanted to use as much as she could. So started out the year with Shakespeare Competition. Now, I took the Desdemona Death Scene to Shakespeare Festival, very dramatic scene in which Othello murders his wife after some confrontation, because he's been convinced by Iago that she's cheating on him with his Second in Command. So, he kills her. The scene did not place at Shakespeare Festival due to to totally idiotic politics that they play down there. I say this because my scene was the only scene in our entire division to be chosen for Showcase, which is where they show all the pieces that the judges thought were so awesome, they needed to be shown again. Only ones in our division to make it to Showcase, and we placed 6th. With 4th place being our exact scene done by a bunch of idiots who I watched, and who were in my same round. Politics sucketh.

Othello, your life sucks, hence why Shakespeare wrote about you, bummer.
Next up was a mix of The Foreigner and Speech Season. The Foreigner is the second funnest show I've ever done. The first being The Complete Works of Shakespeare: Abridged. But the Foreigner was fun, I didn't have a really big part, but I did have a very fun part and rocked what parts I did have. I ended up on the front page of the Richfield Paper with a choice facial expression. Fun play.
Speech season went really well, until State. I took 3rd at Region, with a strategy on how to beat the two people who beat me at Region. So I went to State, with so much more research and a case to rock the ages. I got there, went to my first round, and just trashed the poor girl, sorry about that. Then inbetween the first and second rounds, my brain died. To this day, I don't know what it was, I slept well the night before, I had had stuff to eat, I was feeling just fine, but suddenly I just could not think, I ended up stuttering and fumbling through my case the next two rounds and didn't stand a chance of breaking into finals. I don't know what happened, I just goofed. Bye Speech.
After this I began working on Region and State Drama. This time I arranged a comedic piece from Taming of the Shrew. Two days before Region I got with my partner, blocked the thing, memorized it, and we took 4th at Region. Hoorah. Unfortunately, from there, there is no competition in Drama, it's all a "Festival" where if you were Superior, you get a Superior rating, "Everyone's a Winner". Sissy Drama People not wanting to get their feelings hurt. That scene made it to Showcase, and received Superiors on every single score except for one (The category they marked down didn't apply to our scene, btw, weird people). Straight Superiors and Showcase. Hoorah. Then in the One Act play we did "Inside Al", I was Inside Al, and that was fun, good play, interesting experience. My partner Brooks got an award for his performance as Al for his physicalization of the character, who had Cerebral Palsy. I didn't get a specific award for my performance, but I did get a teacher who came up to me and told me: "I've both directed, and been in that play, and your partner did a fantastic job, but I want you to know that I know, and I saw, that that performance wouldn't have been what it was without your performance. Good job". I like that more than the award, personally.
Oh yeah, and One Voice went on Tour to Disneyland and Knotsberry Farm. Hoorah, good times.

We rocked the place.
Around February I was hanging out with some friends while the parents were gone out of town, and we were just watching this movie that I had told Kesler him and I needed to watch together, then of course I invited Jory, cause him and I had become close friends during Speech Season where I became his unofficial Uncle, me and JD took care of him. So Jory's comin over and says "Hey, I'm gonna bring over Brynna and Danielle, k?". Why not? And I met Danielle Bastian. Wonderful farm girl who became my girlfriend that April. We had a marvelous summer, and helped each other grow and become better people. Good times. She came over and helped ease the all out suffering of Mono that summer.

We rock.
Senior year began drawing to a close. Ended the Drama career with a big bang with the Improv Troupe, which was WAY too much fun. The funnest thing you can do in Drama, I think. The Sound Effects Game with Garret Nash. Good end to the Drama Career.
Yes, I had Mono over the summer, and no I did not get it from Danielle, she's never had it before, though yes, I did kiss my girlfriend, so sue me. I got Mono from sleeping 4 hours a night, drinking 7 cans of Mtn Dew per day, and working all day on the ranch, immune system crashed and I got a triple threat case of Mono, naseau, infected throat, and congestion. Along with aches, and swelling of my eyes.

Yikes. Not a good time.
Spent the summer working for Daddy, having Mono, and spending most of my time with Jory and Danielle. Two of my favorite people. Good summer, good times.
Summer ended. Time to go to College. Going to USU. Danielle and I broke up because we both decided that it'd do more damage than good to try to keep things strong while we tried to live two different lives. So after a little bit of time to let it develop we've decided that it goes like this: She's sending me off on my mission, then what happens after the mission will happen. We're still good friends, and still enjoy each other's company, just no romance. Ta-da.
Came to college, and lived with Jamie for the first week while I looked for a place to live. Jamie and Jonathan said that I would love being On-Campus, so I put myself on the waitlist for an apartment without a meal plan, they said it really wasn't likely, but they'd do what they could. Then I get a phone call the day after talking to them that said they had an opening, so I took it. DAVIS 201!
I am now rooming with 5 members of the USU Track team.

Austin, who is my room room mate. Executive Secretary, took Calc 3, Engineering, and Physics in the same semester, decided that he hated Engineering and decided to be a Psychiatrist instead after his experience as Exec Sec. He is also leaving for his mission next month, so I may be getting a new room mate.

Jake who is Superman. Runs Hurdles like a maniac, is the current Utah Triathlon Champion in his Age Division, has an amazing girlfriend, and lives life very well.

Parker Bluth, or Blunt. Scary fast in the Sprints, and will tell you what's on his mind, no problem. :) Keeps us in line as far as dishes and cleaning up too, so that's all good.

Tanner who is our Pretty Boy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cuddling maniac. A ton of fun to hang around, will just go with whatever's going on and make it fun. Activities Director, of course.

AJ. From what I hear he is the grand champ of the 110 Hurdles and may place in Regionals his Freshman year. Computer genius, and gaming extrordinaire. You name a game, he can talk with you about it. English Major, which means he also has a wide array of knowledge from wherever. Interesting to talk to.
This semester is just coming to a close, got a final project due today, a final paper this weekend, and a test this week. One Final test next Wednesday for Understanding Theater.
Now you're all caught up. Hoorah!

Oh yeah! I have a blog don't I?

2009-05-24T20:18:00.000-07:00

Well, where do I start? Let's start with Prom!
Prom was fan-FREAKING-tastic!!! Thanks to my most wonderful Prom date: Cherisa Chappel. We started the date with some very entertaining Wii sports and a game that consisted of shooting bunnies with plungers, this game amused me very much. :) Playing Wii and eating food for a while. I quite enjoyed the bunny game, and Garret and I had some fun with Garret's made up personality called "Cookie". Haha. Anyways! After hitting bunnies in the face with plungers, we headed over to Garret's house for the dinner we had assembled. On the way there I get this call from Jordan Garcia. "Hey Thomas, where are you?" "100 North and Main...why?" "Well, you see, I have a flat tire" ".........You're serious?" "Yeah! I really am! We're over here on *Whatever* street, we just went off the road a bit and it just went kaput!" "Oh my heck man. Alright I'll be over in a minute, just going to drop off my date and the other people in my car, and we'll come see what we can do about your tire....wait, you do have a spare don't you?" "Oh.....I don't know, don't think so! Hahaha" "Fantastic man, geh, yeah, I'll be right there" So I attempted to drop off my date, but she ended up coming along for a bit, but then got to go eat some food after it took so long to change poor Jordan's tire. Ya see, his spare was actually under his car, and he goes off-roading quite a bit, and he hadn't used the spare in a while. So the little thinger on bottom was so caked with mud and rust that lowering it wasn't feasible yet, so I climbed under there and began whacking away so we could get the dang thing off. Meanwhile, Zach came to my rescue, since he had been told that last time I had changed a tire, I had actually popped all of the lugnuts off, like not unscrewing them. (This is not true! I was popping off the plastic covers on the hubcap. You see, I had never changed a tire on a car with those funny plastic thing before, so I immediately assumed they were some stupid idea from some weird asian manufacturer. Of course then an older, more experience person came up and popped the whole thing off, and changed the tire in no time flat. I'm sorry that I didn't know about the stinking plastic things! I'm used to changing tires on old farm trucks!)
Anyways, so we finally got the ding dang tire out from under the car, put it on there, and I fastened the tire on! *Without breaking off the lugnuts, than you very much!*
We got to the dinner just in time for people to be leaving. Also just in time for me to realize that I had left our Prom Tickets at my house. Dang it. But, after conferring with a few people I found out that you didn't absolutely need your tickets, just the record that you bought them. So we were good!
I changed into my Tux quick like, took Cherisa to her house. Picked up the corsage from Zach's, dropped Zach off at his date's house, and then went into Cherisa's house to face the parents!!! DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNN!!!! Not really, it was just fine, we ended up talking about how each other's missionaries were doing. He only asked me one question that was a "test" question. He saw the Mustang and asked how fast I had gotten it, and I replied "Actually I haven't gotten it to any crazy speeds yet, I'm not allowed to." "Ooh! Trick question! You haven't YET?" "Oh. *Upth*"
But then my date came down the stairs and the photo shoot began! Man! There were a lot of pictures! I don't have all of them yet, but they took pictures and a lot of them! I'll post some of them.
After we got out of the house, we got in the mustang and went to the parking lot by the Track. There were more pictures taken, and Mustang was used as a background. But then we all loaded on to the Firetruck and rode to Prom!! Woot! Yes, yes indeed, we rode to Prom on a firetruck!
The dance was fun! Dance was good! I only messed up once or twice while doing the official Promenade. Then, I got to have fun dancing with my frickin SWEET coat tails! They were a lot of fun. And of course my Prom pictures were undoubtedly the best of all time. Yes, yes I was imitating the Scarlet Pimpernel. :)
The morning afterwards, the girl's took us all to Denny's for Morp, their way of saying thanks for taking us to Prom. Well, they instructed me to not put anything special on, to just hop in the car right out of bed. So I had some fun with that, when they came to get me, I had on a wife beater, and Gi pants. Oh yeah! Don't worry, I put on a shirt for them! But it still freaked some of them out! hahaha
Then the next day! Cherisa and I went four wheeling with Garcia and Tara, oh boy, that was riotous. I haven't really ridden a fourwheeler since we lived in Canada and we rode on them all the time. So, first we went up the mountain, and rode around in the snow, and that was fun. But then Cherisa drove down the mountain, and she was going all crazy around the corners, and then she was like rock crawling up this hill, and I'm sitting behind her wondering if I've turned into some kind of panzy since I last rode a four-wheeler. Well, ha ha, I didn't! As Cherisa can testify, I can still have a lot of fun on a fourwheeler! Woot!
Ok! That was Prom, I'll update the rest later.

Of all things great and small

2009-03-16T17:57:00.000-07:00

Hey guys! I decided to update this.
First of all I would like to inform you all of what happened this last week. It started out with the usual Monday Morning Madness of trying to get all my homework and stuff done so I can maintain my grades in my classes. Actually I don't think I went to school on Monday, at all, I stayed home and did homework, but still making it into town in time to go to Dance Practice. I managed to get a lot done. I also figured out that it is very beneficial to e-mail your teachers, it works quite well! Because they always check their e-mail during the day, and will answer whatever you need during the day in their boredom.
Tuesday was hectic, I was turning stuff in right and left, trying to remember all that I needed to, I didn't of course, there's still some stuff that I forgot to hand in. Geh. Wednesday I did go to school, which I didn't really think I was going to, but I went. I was finishing up a lab as fast as I could, all day, in fact I went up to the tech booth during an assembly and hurriedly tried to do it. I did get it in, it was horrid, and rushed, but I did get it done. Then I started configuring getting picked up by the parents. Also the night before this my phone was lost in the rush back and forth to dance practice, play tryouts, and the school. I found it just before the parents showed up, at the stage, which was a saviour to my weekend. Ha ha.
The parents pulled up in the Mustang, and we managed to stuff everything we needed to in the mustang, food, bags, laptops. We did have to drop off my school bag at Stef's though, so no homework to be done! ha!
We had a nice drive up, where in I slept (Like I was instructed to! :) When we got to the hotel we discovered that most of the crew was still in Salina, since they had waited for Heather to leave town. And we are usually always late! ha ha We went into the hotel, a nice Marriott room. Then Katie and Jamie came to visit as I was in the shower, I came out to Krispy Kreme donuts! And my sisters! They were talking back and forth about the room, laptops and such things. I ate some, talked some, and then tried to get us out the door so that we could be on time...ish. We did get there on time...ish. Anyways, our practice went well I thought, a few lines were a little off. But that was ok, we could fix them relatively quickly.
Mama and Katie came with because they wanted to see the Cabaret practices, which began right after our practice was over. They were good, but not as good as last year's, I thought. We stuck around to watch all of them, and even got to see the group "Vocal Point" warm up for their rendition of the Star Spangled Banner for tomorrow. They were quite good, like a 8-person barbershop group, they had one note that one guy could not get exactly right until almost the very end.
We went back to the Hotel, I slept in the bed, and I just have to say that every other bed except mine leaves my back all hurt-y, don't know why, maybe they're too soft.
Our qualifying round went great too! I thought...our lines were pretty good, and only like one or two were way off. I was trying my hardest to smile as much as I could, I really was. Not every one else liked it as much, nor the judges I suppose.
I stuck around and watched a bunch of the dances, until I started to talk to a few of the other guys and found out that we desperately needed shoe polish, so Mamma and I ran to get some. We found some and I bought some wax polish along with it. The polish turned out to be for brown shoes, upth.
We went out and danced our best! I was smiling, energetic and executing as much flourish as my white boy personage could pull off. Though apparently in other parts of the team things weren't going so well, Cara straight up fell down at one part, a couple other people also made a few stumblings, and trips. Upth. I had a good time though! I was smiling winking and out right laughing some times. I must say it was quite a moment to be able to dance in front of all these people with one of the prettiest and most outstanding girls I know. So I was happy!
Well, we took seventh out of seven. ha ha, at least we didn't take fifth! ha ha. But that didn't bother me so much. What bothered me was that it seemed to bother my dear partner. So I was of course upset for her, and was tempted to go up to the main judge, shake him and tell him the whole story in full detail, punctuated with more shaking. I didn't though, now looking back I wander why not, I won't be coming back anytime soon, so I could have. He he.
We also got rides configured, since I thought I was riding down with the Benjamin's, but I wasn't in the end, but with Mamma and Daddy, in the early morning. I also discovered some of Mamma's wonderful photography, pictures included. I went down to show these to Nicole and her Mom, and Nicole's Mom immediately wanted some copies. Good job Mamma! While chilling with the Benjamin's I also got to play with Mancub for a while, or Zach Benjamin, and he's just too much fun. He pulled out Star Trek toys, models of the Enterprise and a Warbird, so we fought back and forth, in the end I had assimilated all of this ships since he insisted that he could travel Warp 30, which I told repeatedly that you couldn't even go Warp 10 since Warp 10 was the speed of light and you would turn into energy. That didn't work out too well, you try to explain to a third grader that E=mc2 proves that you would turn into energy when you hit the speed of light. Oh well, so I assimilated all of his ships and was using my shoes as space ships. I won! I say.
On the way back to the Hotel Mamma bought me a very spicy hamburger, which burned out my mouth all of that night, it was fun! My shake could not slake the burning unfortunately. Hot!
Next morning we just barely got there for me to sign into the office for first period, unfortunately by the time I got to Benj's class the bell had rung, so I was never actually in his class. So we didn't exactly know if I could go to State Speech that day. Well, no one physically stopped me, so I went! ha ha!
On the ride down I got to talk to Brooks and his following for a while, which was fun, and we discussed some philosophy and some Drama. Then Carter came on the bus, and that was fun too, it's been a while since I saw Carter, it was fun to see the change, he was much more mature since he was now a college student. Now he was even more entrenched in his Objectivist beliefs, which is strange, but to each his own.
To make a long story short, my day at speech went fair. I was doing Impromptu, which I must say I'm pretty good at, just make a good speech. My first speech was about Horses, likened them to what we use to get to our goals, and how we must use them properly. I got a 1 for that speech! Woot! Way good! Best in the room.
My second speech was more serious, and I simply can't do all serious speech, so I got a 3, not as good, hmmm. Then my last round just went completely kaput! Anyone who knows me knows that I remember stuff, I remember people, faces, movies, books, lines from that movie, quotes from the book, scripts, plays, I remember stuff. In my third speech I totally forgot two of my three major points! I had to look at my notebook, which sunk my boat all the way. The second I hummed and hawed I knew my rating was gone since the people in the room were pretty good speakers, so I made it funny. It went like "And my third point is...really good! Hold on a second!(Run to the notepad) Ah! Yes! It is still just as good! We must do it for the greater good!" Blah blah, but then I got a 5, out of 5 people. Making my last place quite secure. Bummer.
Friday night was spent talking philosophy with Carter and Alex, in the end convincing Carter that Abortion was wrong, and he should have a large family. Quite productive. Very interesting. Good job Alex!
On Saturday I had nothing to do, so I subjected myself to reading "The Jungle", I used Taylor's headphones and listened to loud music and read that horrid book. I got about 130 pages before I left with Chris so we could get to Mason's blessing. We only left after chasing the bus down to get my bag, putting in an hour of work in the apartment complex, configuring chores, giving Corban a nap, and getting a copy of the Jungle ready.
We got up North to join the family to join them at Fuddruckers and eat some good food. I ordered a 1 lb. spicy hamburger, which was way good! I couldn't finish it unfortunately, the spicy sauce they were using had this strange habit of getting in the back of my throat, so it burned more than usual. Interesting. Went with Mamma and Daddy to the Hotel, slept. mmmmmm.
Oh, another wonderful detail was that I got a call from Spencer Friday telling me that Heather's junior ballroom team had taken 3rd at the competition. Which made my depression complete, i had completely failed at State, we had hit rock bottom at the dance competition, and reading the Jungle put me in the mood of depression, major league. No bueno!!
On Sunday we tried really hard to get to the blessing on time, but there were these idiots blocking all 3 lanes of the freeway, going 20 miles an hour! So I got to sit in the Hog fearing for my life as my mother drove that 15 passenger at high Speeds, like unto a sports car. Scary! Daddy got in just in time to put his hand in the circle and be there for the very last bit. Whew!
We had a marvelous party at John and Chelsea's, I played with all of the Nieces and Nephews, enormous fun, and a lot of cuteness, snapping pictures left and right. Woohoo!
Went home, read the Jungle until 12:30 at night. Geh.
That was my horrific week! If it hadn't been for the enormously wonderful people surrounding me I think I would have been a complete wreck! So thank you so much to all of you! Thank you Nicole, for being the best dance partner a guy could ask for, for keeping that wonderful smile on your face through it all, keeping my heart nice and toasty! Thank you Katie for your laughing spirit and wonderful attitude, all the stories and letting me joke about your life a bit. ;) Thank you especially Mamma and Daddy who have done everything for me that was even possible! Thank you Jamie for bringing donuts, and helping me laugh for a bit! Thank you!

A Wonderful Event

2009-03-05T19:18:00.000-08:00

Something happened to me today that was very inspiring and a true piece of evidence that God is watching, and knows you in depth.
Today, I was feeling very much an individual. Last night I went to bed again without reading my scriptures, so I was already off of what was usual. So I felt like I should be totally independent, I don't need anyone, I don't want anyone. I did not feel like a full person. I kept on having lines of my poem run through my head, and I suppose I was taking it a little bit too seriously. "I do not deserve a haven of heaven, rather a hole of hell" I really did feel that I should be somewhere where I had to always bear my teeth and work my hardest, with no thought to anything else. I was in a mechanical, non-loving, all work mode. I was me, I didn't need help, I was going to make it through everything by myself. I didn't want to talk to people a lot, cause I didn't deserve to, and I felt I should be working constantly.
Sixth period I am an Elementary Aide, I go over to Pahvant and I assist the teachers with whatever they want me to do. As I walked over I saw a lot of cars pass, and after every one my mood was "Fine, go past, strange that everyone goes past, that's cause I don't seem like the kind of guy who wants a ride, that's good! Or maybe it isn't...something isn't right"
I got to the elementary, walked in, signed in, and began walking to my first class room. As I walked toward it I noticed this line of chairs and a stand with books on it, in the hallway. As I read the sign on the stand it said "If I'm busy with another conference, listen to your child read out loud the....." Crap, today is parent teacher conference's! Geh! I knew that! Wil didn't go to school today, so I should've known. Gosh dang it. So I sat down on one of the chairs in the hallway, and rested for a second, my calves hurted. As I was sitting in the chair I began to hear the conference in the room.
Teacher: "So you want to be a trapper when you grow up?"
Kid: "Yeah, it'll be the easiest thing, I just have to shoot an animal and sell it's skin."
Dad:"You know you need to actually do this, you can't be a trapper"
Kid:"Dad! Yeah I can, I can be like Buffalo Bill I can..."
Teacher:"You need to actually do you work if you want to, you need to.."
Then I couldn't hear what exactly they were saying, so I began thinking about what I was going to do when I got back to school. All of the sudden the kid came out, and he was cussing out his Dad to his full capability: "Dad, you are such a jerk! Why didn't you support me? You know I think we should trade places for a day, I'll sit around all day and play on the computer, and you can come here and deal with all these teachers, every day. You are mean to me. You are a mean jerk. You're a mean person, Hey! He's a mean person"
The kid was in the hall cussing out his Dad. Then I saw his Dad starting to come out the door. I noticed two things about him immediately, One: He was wearing army issue boots. Two: He seemed to have some sort of disability, he was swaying strangely, at first I thought he had a mental disability. As he began to walk out he was constantly leaning on a wall with one hand. I then realized what was going on. After a quick over look I noticed several signs and one assumption. The man had the upper body of a trained military man, he was wearing army boots, and he had a very passive face, even during the attacks of his son, his legs didn't go with any sense of control, his feet seemed to work well enough. I assumed this much, this guy was ex-military, then he acquired this disability, which took him back home and a home job. Which means he had all the physical capabilities a man can have, had a good job, and had respect, he didn't need help from anyone, now he always had to depend on something, and had to sit at a computer all day. As he came out he was leaning against the wall, as he came close to me he simply said, "I'm sorry, but I need to lean on you." No hesitation, no pride in his voice. He was humble, and accepting, he never even gave it a second thought. This man was totally acceptive of his situation. He went past where I was and continued to use the wall. When he came to the 4-way part in the hall, he took one step into the empty hall, locked his legs, and you could see he was thinking, "I'm going to fall". I came up behind him, offered him my arm and simply said "Sir?" He immediately said "Thank you" No hesitation, no pride in his voice, accepting, humble. I helped him along the rest of the hall. I realized then that this guy was greater than I could be, this guy took his trial, and accepted what help he needed.
I was humbled very much, and decided that I could learn to be more like him.

Shtuff

2009-03-02T22:17:00.000-08:00

General Update an things goes something like this.
The next three weeks are horrible, hard, and hellish for me. First of all I have the BYU Dance competition next Wednesday, and for this, I have dance practice every day of the week. I also have Region and State speech, tomorrow, and next week. Prom is in three weeks. The quarter ends the Monday after Prom. Track has started, scheduling on that is still to come. So with Track practice, Dance practice, Speech Meets, Promenade Practice, and some nice hard classes, these next three weeks are horrible, but intense!
Oh! I popped my shoulder out, or something like it, I was wrestling around with Haas, and I had a really weird head lock on him, and I had all my body weight on it, and he was pushing out, and I felt something move in there, so I shoved him away, flexed and it popped back in. It hurt, but then Haas didn't realize how serious I was and thought it would be funny to give me a titty-twister in this, he did, and then promptly got a lovely kick in the shin for it, it was with the soft part of my foot, no actual sole of foot involved, but it still made him limp for a while.
Tomorrow I'm in the movie assembly for the school, I am both in some of the movies, and in the skits in between, so it should be interesting.
Oh yeah, this is a poem I wrote up on the spot, out of the blue, I had a random thought during the day, and just decided to follow up on that little character trait/thought, and I got this. It's freeverse, and pretty sloppy, but I just kind of like it.
I do not belong in a haven of Heaven
I do not deserve to be in this place of paradise
I’m not an angel sent to brighten the world
I’m an animal, a creature, sent to wipe the grime off
So an angel can shine for the earth

I do not belong with the shining souls
But rather with the damned souls of the depth
To be with them, to stand them up
Lead them to the light

I do not deserve to own a place of paradise
But to be given a forage of fire
To tame and quench to the Lord’s desire

I do not deserve an angel
To keep me happy as I go
But rather my sneering demons
To keep me company with their jeering

I am not meant to live in a state of peace
But to be burned and learned
To be tempered and tossed
To be folded and molded into something else
To be arranged for a halo
To one day join the ranks
The hosts of heaven one day

But that day is not today
And the time is not now
Now I must stand my own fire
To feel it’s burn across my skin
And revel in my burden
That I bear.
To pay the debt that I have incurred
To work toward Him, and his choir of angels
I have incurred a debt
This much is true
I can pay it, day by day
Made possible by an Angel from above

One day I can join the hosts of heaven
And feel eternal happiness
Because of my dear brother
He loves me so much
So much I don’t deserve
But he does all the same
So I work in the fire
To pay off a debt I owe
To try and repay
A debt unpayable.

God has angels here upon the earth
They hide their wings and their halos
To be with us.
But they can’t stop the glow
That flows from themselves
As they sit in one house
And spin out pure gold
They emit a golden light
A love undefined
Something so pure,
So fine, so rare
Something we all need to find
But to a creature of the night
A denizen of the deep
This light turns my head
And with a whisper says
“You don’t belong here yet”
The creature can never belong in this place
Until he learns his hard earned lesson
Until he purges his sins
With hellfire and pain
He can not belong in such a place
In a place of paradise
In a Haven of Heaven

No, the first person in this poem is not me, well, not all the way, in some ways, yes, i think, but in other ways not. I don't know, I just thought the poem sounded cool.
Rock on!

General Update

2009-02-03T19:03:00.000-08:00

Hey guys! I figured as long as I was putting up that Pay it Forward thing, I might as well update everybody.
This week is Hell Week, which is the official term for the last week of a play, when everyone is rushing, and stressing about the million and a half little details about a play. So I'm surviving as always, it's a good time.
For everyone's information I am not attending OLRC this summer, I have decided that I should instead stay and have an exciting summer, but stay near home so I can enjoy my last summer before all of my High School friends leave for the rest of my life, but! I will be attending the summer after, my Senior Summer, in the period before fall semester starts. Sorry Jamie! I am planning on coming up and visiting you for a week or two this summer! Still coming to visit!
The next play starting is "Arsenic and Old Lace" in which I am Jonathon the scary murderer brother who looks like Boris Carloff. Even better! The people we have playing the two old aunts are two boys, who will do a fantastic job and make it hilarious.
Classes are going well, the new term started so my grades are back at A's! ha ha, for a while.
Prom is coming up, so I get to deal with that. Goodie, goodie, goodie.
Yup!

Pay it forward.

2009-02-03T19:01:00.001-08:00

The Rules:
1. Be one of the first THREE bloggers to leave a comment on this post, which then entitles you to a handmade item from me - something crafty or yummy, who knows?!
2. Winners must post this challenge on their blogs, meaning that you will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift -anything!- for the first THREE bloggers who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway!
3. The gift that you send to your Three Friends can be from any price range and you have 365 days to make/ship your item. This means you should be willing to maintain your blog at least until you receive your gift and have shipped your gifts. And, remember: It’s the Spirit and the Thought That Count!
4. When you receive your gift, please feel free to blog about it, sharing appropriate Linky Love!

If you are not one of the Top Three Commenters on this post, you can still play along. Go ahead and start your own Pay It Forward chain, and encourage your blogging friends to do the same! SO, REMEMBER... it is good... :) Pass it forward.

(I'm just not exactly what sure what Linky Love is. But the rest sounds fun!)

Poems

2009-01-08T03:37:00.000-08:00

Hey guys, these are the poems I wrote for English Class. I think they're pretty good.
My personal favorite is "Ode to my Popcan" :)

The Old Fool

The Old Fool
You know him well
He comes into your mind
He comes into your home

You'll see him on the street
losing his temper
shoplifting some chocolate
He's on the sidewalk
With a hat upside down
praying, hoping for your money

The Old Fool enjoys his job
he enjoys to come into your head
to knock on your door
till you can stand it no more

Til you crack your portal
and ask him what he wants
then he'll barge right in
That sorry Old Fool

He'll sit on a chair
right next to the fire
he'll take all your warmth
he'll take all your joy
meanwhile he'll talk
talk to you about it all
about his plans for you
the things you could do
all you could become
if you would just let him through

But you know this man
he's lead you this way before
you remember what his plan was
and it was not close to great
so you tell him to get out
he just smiles, winks, and says
“You sure about that?”
And unless you quickly answer no
he'll keep on talking
talking till you're not sure
maybe this time he's right

But you know this horrible relic
so you tell him yes
now get out of my door
he won't go, of course
he just keeps on sittin
finally you shove him
but he's heavier than you thought
you push, and you push
but he just won't go
no matter how hard you push
no matter how long you have
he won't get off that seat
til the world ends

So you decide to get some help
you get some close friends
some you've known forever
or so it seems
you and yours you push
and push and push
pain and grief ensue
the Old Fool is tough
but tough as he is
you prove the stronger
the Fool is out your door
what a pain, what a grief!
Never do that again!
But as soon as you've latched your door
he starts it all again
knocking, ever knocking

You ask your friends
does he ever go away,
they shake their heads
in a dismal despair
he never does
he never will
he's everywhere
and nowhere
and unless you persevere
he'll always come back
and sit right there.

Time

Time is a song
A song that plays in life
It plays a melody
It plays on in neccessity
Not in cruelty

But many a person
regards it as such
They hurry and scrurry
To do what they can
before the music stops

They're strangely mistaken
In this belief
that the song of time's
most important part
is it's end
The only part they look at
the only part they'll think on
is the end of it all

So Time plays a sad chorus
for these people who
seem to not understand
that time does not play
to get to your end
it plays to keep you here

It's a song that heals and feels
They say that time will heal all things
that time will put it on the mend
All one has to do
Is simply to
listen to their song

Time plays a different tune
for each of us at once
For every one knows
That time passes strange
And different for every one

Time is a song
A melody ever playing
A symphony of life
Of energy at it's greatest
If only we can come
to truly appreciate it
then we can maybe live
the life we should be living.

The Man of Winter

You strap on your boots
You put on a coat
Socks you put on your foots
A hat you promote
Now you're safer
to fght with The Man of Winter

You step outside and feel him there
he's a biting presence
That makes us aware
He bites at your garments
he steals your flagrance

He's hated by most
But he's ok with this
cause he feeds on your hate
feeds it to an abyss
that hungers for your fate

The Man of Winter hates all
For what reason we don't know
We do know that his attacks install
A shuddering, shivering torso

He'll use his weapons
His arsenal of frost
frigid gust stuns
your breath of life he'll accost
He'll seep in your clothes
a bitter, biting gesture
he'll leave your hair froze
encased with white powder

He's biting and heartless
A Man of the Cold
Stealing the heat in your carcass
All of it infold

You may put on armor
but he'll find a seam
to make it colder
to make you scream
to freeze your bones
to slow your body
Death he condones
while striking you coldly
his snow and his frost
Your life will be lost

So beware the Man of Winter
He's a murderer inside
his icy, cold heart is bitter
A titan of the times
An elemental entity
that despises all humanity.

Ode to my popcan

He's shiny and sleek
and oh so good looking
he dresses to match
every time I see him
his shape is cylindrical
his top is round
he's my beloved wonderful popcan

With his cool sides, and smooth round top
he's my favorite thing about pop
it's the can I tell you
that's the coolest thing
With coolio colors
and stylized letters
Flowing deep, absorbing colors
that draw me in, closer and closer
until I succumb to it's wonderful ambrosia

When you pop the top
It speaks to you
A friendly kachshoo
It's greeting is awesome
it makes my hairs tingle
Then I drink long and deep.

I don't see why people throw them away
I know I don't
I keep them in a memorial
to their awesomeness
and boudacity
a giant pyramid in my room
of the way cool cans
Each a new color scheme
Each with it's own story
I'm sure they have them
they just can't say
in their short little kchshoo
how sad, how horrible
I wish I could hear their stories

How grand, how noble,
how great their stories must be!
To be melted and poured
to be painted and filled
to be shipped and packed
to be stored and coveted
to be drank and thrown away
Oh, the horror! The tragedy
the end of this wonderful thing
ends in a metal bin
alone among garbage
that doesn't look near as cool

I love my pop can
it is so cool.

Merry Christmas!!!

2008-12-25T05:06:00.000-08:00

Hey! It's Christmas Morning! And here I am bored! ha ha
Yeah, I was up at 5 this morning, I've already opened friend's presents, and taken a lovely Christmas shower, and shaved, and everything else I could think of, but I'm still bored, and waiting, it's only 6, bother.
Yes, we have yet to open presents, and I'm doing my best to keep the true spirit of Christmas in my heart, and not get too excited for presents, though it's hard, I do like opening presents!
Yes, I've read the birth of Jesus according to Luke, and the prophecies of him by Isaiah this morning, and it really is the most wonderful time of the year.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

A Very Good Day

2008-12-17T22:39:00.000-08:00

Today was a Very Good Day, it may not have been the best day of my life, but today was a good day.
The day started at midnight for me, because the previous day I had taken a lovely three hour nap, and was quite awake at that moment. So I was up and talking to anyone and everyone and I got into a discussion with Alex Street about the latest LD topic, and we debated until about 1:30 in the morning, then we stopped debating and simply discussed it. Then I looked down at the time and said "Enough! I'm going to bed!" It was a good discussion and I enjoyed it immensely.
Then Wil woke me up at 4 throwing up, that was bad, but it didn't make the whole day bad.
I slept in until about 6:50 where I ran out and milked the cow at superhuman speeds, then threw on a shirt and some deodorant and ran out the door. I almost made it to class on time, but my teacher Mr. Benjamin, the good person he is, asked me "How bad were the roads?" I said "Atrocious" he said "Sit down" so I did not have to suffer because of bad roads! Second plus of the day.
Then in that same class, in English we got to go into the Theater in the SVC and listen to Mr. Benjamin, his wife, two of his daughters, Auriala, and Mr. Pearson sing different Les Miserables songs as examples of poetry, and I quite enjoyed that also.
In A.P. Biology we talked about Meiosis for a bit, and then started watching the movie "Gattaca". Good movie, and no enormous note taking, so nice.
In A.P. History we had to take the essay test that we had all skipped the previous day because of ACT stuff. I wrote three and a half pages in the essay, covering everything that needed to be covered, in detail, and I'm quite positive I will get an excellent grade out of it.
At lunch I went and sat with some different people and had a wonderful time talking about everything from U.S. policy on foreign courts, to how you could make rice stick onto a stick, and how to eat it. ;) Good times! I also got half of a pretty good tuna sandwhich in exchange for some plastic tasting chicken nuggets! Bonus!
In Seminary we got to talk and laugh with our dear Brother Steele for a while, then watch the rest of the movie he's showing us, almost all of it, but it was also a good time, I love my seminary class.
In Weightlifting we had the greatest time ever. We played a game called two-base, it's basically kickball, only there are multiple runners and they can run whenever, before, during, and after the ball is kicked. It was us against the girl's P.E. class, and we had so much fun trouncing them. When we would rotate so we were kicking, and they were in the outfield, several of us would just start running, and score 2 points before the ball was even kicked. Then our whole weightlifting class just had a good time, we were screaming at Coach Clark (Jokingly of course, messing with him as usual) then we had kids carrying other kids around the bases, they did succeed one of the times! We were hitting random people and screaming while running, it was a good game.
After school was over I got to mess around with Stoker and Brooks with guitars, which is always a good time.
Brooks gave me a ride to the Benjamin's where I caught a ride to the party our dance team was throwing at the time. With good food, and good entertainment, I was happy.
They had Dance Dance Revolution, which I was horrible at, I had more fun making funny faces and goofing off while other people were playing than I did in actually playing, goofing off was much more fun.
Then Twister got pulled out! We played a couple rounds, but then a round started with Myself, Nicole Benjamin (My partner) and Lauren Benjamin (Obviously her sister). Lauren lost early on, but then it was just me and Nicole on the mat, and we have both discovered that we are both very good at Twister. The next 45 minutes were spent in the attempt to try and get Nicole or I to fail. It didn't work, finally Nicole and I agreed to an honorable draw. But boy was it fun! Occassionally I would attempt to throw Nicole off by putting my leg or hand way into her space so she would have to find elsewhere to put her limbs, but it didn't work, she's too good.
I got a ride with the Benjamin's into town where I met with Daddy and went shopping for party food for the boys, I was very thrifty, and got a rather cute store attendant to follow me out to the car, I was in a flirtatious mood.
So I got the boys their junk food, and they gave me hugs and stuff thanking me and telling me that this may be the last time I see them.
BUT! Before they left they had to see how much I could bench! Since they are such work out fanatics they can't believe that I can bench more than them since I only work out for 45 minutes a day. But I win. It started with 155, which I did three times as a warm-up, which some of them were doing as their max, then we got to my max, so we added 25's on to the bar, making the total weight 185. I did it easily, piece of cake, so we added on another 5 pounds, once again I did it, so we added on another five pounds and that I did with a finger touch, he didn't help, just did the finger touch. So I left them with a tromping of 195 to 155. Also makes me happy.
I came home, and watched "The Dark Knight". Now I shall go read my scriptures and sleep!
Good day to one and all!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

What we did today!

2008-11-26T22:14:00.000-08:00

Today Myself, Mamma, and Anthony have accomplished a ton! We have taken pictures of all the food we made today. Which includes: 4 apple pies, 1 cherry, 1 blueberry, 2 chocolate, 2 coconut cream, 2 vanilla, 4 pumpkin 2 pecan, and 3 cheesecake, making 21 pies in all. Then we made a big bowl of spinach dip, a MASSIVE pot of sweet potatoe pie, (btw one massive sweet potato made 9 cups of boiled sweet potato!!!! Holy honker), Stef gave us a pan of sweet potatoes also, 4 loaves of cranberry coffee cakes, and 4 braided breads, and last and least, we broke up the bread for the stuffing.
Anthony and I also went down to Richfield wherein we got the turkey and potatoes from Stef, searched everywhere in Wal-mart and in Lin's for groceries, went to the storage unit to get the china, goblets, a tv and DVD player, and some boots. We also went to DI, got my yearbook from a friend, got some food at Taco Time, and came home.
Also Daddy made a trip all the way to Salt Lake this morning to drop off Logan and Angel. Started at 6 this morning.
That's what we did today! Yeah!

Self Sacrifice

2008-11-24T23:59:00.001-08:00

Self-Sacrifice
The one quality that has defined great people throughout every era of time has been self-sacrifice, it's the one thing that can touch any heart, melt the heart of stone, and make a person strive to become better, to one day become like their idol.
Throughout history the people who have been remembered with the dearest expressions have been the people who gave something up for something they believed greater than themselves. What is great about these people is that they usually place everything above themselves. Examples of such beloved sacrifice of oneself are people like Mohatma Gahndi, Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King, Mother Teresa, and of course Jean Valjean.
In the book Les Miserables the character Jean Valjean is the one you feel the most for. You see his life progress as he goes through it, you see his decisions, why he made them, and you grow to know him as you would a very close friend. This is a miracle of Victor Hugo's writing is that he makes you feel for his characters, he makes a fantastic character for the reader to understand and see in his writing, and Jean Valjean was his masterpiece.
Jean Valjean is the best model for self-sacrifice in the book. He starts the story in a prison which he got into because he was stealing bread for his sister's family, he became a hard bitter person and then was saved by the Bishop. He became a good man, a christian man, who ran a business and the town. He gave up all of his possessions, his accumulated wealth and social status to reprieve a stranger he had never met. He risked everything to save the child of a woman he barely knew. He raised the child as his own, risking life and limb to keep her safe. When she grew up and fell in love he risked everything, once again, to save him and bring him back to her, so that she could be happy. He always looked after someone else, he barely looked after himself. To the very end of his life he was looking after his loved ones, telling them that they need not worry aobut the money, that it was well earned money, legitimate. To his dying breath he expressed love and appreciation to his fellow man.
I believe that such self-sacrifice is one of the main reasons that this world remains tolerable to live in. The idea of non-selfishness, of thinking of others, is one that is being quickly forgotten in a world of “looking out for number one”. I find that an even greater tragedy than Les Miserables. People always need to be able to think above themselves, look to a higher cause, and serve it with all of their hearts and minds. People should be able to do things for other people, even if it's not in their own interest, they should do it, to make the world in general a better place. That's why Gahndi would not eat, and Mother Teresa lived in poverty, why Jean Valjean tore himself apart for others, they do it to make the world a better place, in the small ways they can, they make this little world that we occupy a more loving home. They combat anger with calmity, apathy with love, they are the antidote to the world's corruption. They are our lights, and many love them for what they've done.
I think everyone has a little bit of this in them, a little bit of love for people in general, most of us don't show it much, don't even use it much, but I think that we all need to take a lesson from people like Jean Valjean that is make the world a better place in whatever way you can.

This is an essay I wrote for English, I like it, thought people could read it if they wanted.

Backpack is back!

2008-11-23T19:04:00.000-08:00

Just so you all know my backpack has been found! Yay!!!
It was in the school's lost and found, of course I don't know how it would get anyone near the school is cause I took it with me into the van to go to the gym, but I don't care!!! I have it back! Ha ha ha ha.
I got a part in the up and coming production of Arsenic and Old Lace, I am Jonathan, the homicidal, psychotic big brother, I guess I got that part cause I'm the only guy who can look a good scary, I am Mike's little brother, so we will see! Ha ha ha.
Casting for "The Dancers" will happen next week some time, I want to be the Assistant Director, just cause I think it'd be fun to play with this play, it's a Southern play, so it would be fun.
And I am so excited for Thanksgiving! I am soooooooo ready for the gluttony to begin! Yes! See you all!

Ruts, updates, and etc.

2008-11-19T20:57:00.000-08:00

So, the play went off great! It really did! It was five days of adrenaline and constant improvement. The last night was the best one of them all. Loved it so much. The fights went well, there was soo much energy on stage, the audience was awesome, and everyone performed very well. If I find my total critique of it I'll put it on here. But I gotta find it first.
There was another dance. Twirp. I got asked by Amber Bybee, she's a downs syndrome girl in the High School who I always sit by at lunch. She's a real sweetheart. I spent most of the date playing with her, like when everyone else was playing dodgeball, her and I were playing catch, and pretend, hide and seek and stuff. It was way fun, and everyone in that date group thinks I'm the biggest sweetheart for doing that, but I just have lots of experience with William, and it's easy for me. That was fun. We had 24 people in our group, so we transported everyone around in a huge boat on a trailer, playing Beach Boys "Surfin U.S.A", over and over and OVER again. It was quite awesome.
But now we must discuss the strange rut I am in. I am cursed. I don't know what it is, but there are just days, or weeks where things just go wrong, way wrong. In A.P. Biology a quiz comes, I've studied like crazy for it, and I get a 68 on it. Geh. In Math I teach everyone about the test, I taught two people in specific, Garcia and Tara. Test comes, I get an 84, Garcia gets 105 and Tara gets a 95. I don't get it! In History there's a sub that tells us that we have to write our entire DBQ in 45 minutes, I hear a couple people say that Mr. Player's just joking with us, he's always had us do those at home. Well, I planned the whole thing out, but didn't write anything, didn't turn anything in. Turns out he was serious, and there's a lovely zero. In Biology I know everything about it, and once again I am teaching everyone about the topic. We have to answer two discussion questions, I answer them for everyone else, but forget to write my own, lovely zero. In English we're writing a report for this strange computer graded essay program, so write one, and I get a 5.6 out of 6, and so I write some more, add to it, submit for scoring again, and I get a 5.0! Bell rings, that's it. And to top it all, the lovely stinking cherry on top, I have lost my backpack with every single book, every single school assignment in it. I can remember getting into the Purple Van with it, went to go move Mamma's office stuff, and it has not been seen since. Last Thursday. We have no idea where it might be. I've looked everywhere it could be. In Mamma's office, in the school, in the van, everywhere I can think of. It's gone.
Geh.

Homecoming pictures.

2008-10-11T00:48:00.000-07:00

Coming events

2008-10-08T21:22:00.000-07:00

Hello everybody!
So, this next month, what will be happening is play practice and school. Play practices are going to go every day until about 5:30 to 6. We have three weeks to pull this thing off.
We will do 5 performances. 28, 29, 30, 31 of October, and the 1st of November. It will be way intense, and way way good. We plan to rock all of Richfield with it.
There would be more details, but I have to read over 1500 pages of different books for my classes. So ciao!

Homecoming and life.

2008-09-21T13:52:00.000-07:00

Hello all of you that read this!
I decided that homecoming would be a good thing to write a blog about, cause it was awesome!
It was a blast! I shall publish a list of all the things that went wrong at the end of this, but just remember that even all that happened, I think all of us still had a great time!
So our original plan was to start it at 2:30, pick up everyone's dates and be gone to the hike by 3. Bwa-ha-ha. Cross Country practice went later than expected, so Taylor, Garcia and I said, alright let's start it at 2:45, that'll be enough right? Well, I ran to my sister's house with my clothes, and was confronted by Logan starting his shower, so I promptly collapsed on the floor with my niece. Logan got out and I rushed into the shower and did a speedy shower. By the time I got out of the shower and was dressed and all that the purple van had come, thank goodness! But then I got the news that the van could not take upgrades or hills. Crap. So then we couldn't take it to get to the hiking spot. Ok, but we can still pick up dates in it! So we got in, and realized that it needed to be washed pretty bad, so Logan and I drove to the drive in car wash, cause we didn't want to get wet, and it'd be fast right? Well, there was a car ahead of us, that had just barely started. As we were waiting for them to get done, Garcia drives behind us and says he needs to wash his car too! So now we both have to wash our cars!
The guy gets done with his wash, so now I can put my money in, I put in a 20, and the dang machine gives me my change in quarters! $16.50 in quarters! It was like winning the lottery! Leaning out of the van at the change dish grabbing handfuls and giving them to Logan as fast as I could so none of them dropped out! Filled up a cup holder with quarters, and we were ready to go! We drove through as quick as we could, while having the little washer arms barely missing our side mirrors. Then drive away quickly! We also drove to Albertson's and grabbed a case of water for the hike! As quick as we could.
We got to the High School at 3:30, horrible. We drive up and see Taylor's car, and Jordan's car we thought, but no people. We drove all around the school, I ran all over in the school, and still no one! So we decided that we were just going to go get Charelle. So we drove over there. There we met up with Garcia and Becky, who were carrying Melanie! I got my date from them, and had them call Taylor and those guys to see what was going on (Neither Logan or I had a cellphone between us). They were all together and were heading to the High School at that moment. So we loaded up and went to the High School.
At the High School we finally had everybody, I told everyone about the purple van, and how we would have to use all their cars to go to our destination. And told the story of the quarters.
So we all loaded up and went to our destination, which was the starting of a really pretty trail that led into a canyon. I was in Garcia's car, he got to a certain point and said he could not take his Beemer any more, cause he would get killed if it got hurt. Understandable. So we got out and piled into the other two cars. We got to the point where going any further would mean certain damage to the cars, so we stopped and parked. But before we stopped, we decided to see if we could go further in Taylor's car, which entailed many a scary sound coming from the bottom of his car as it scraped against rocks. Upth.
As we were about to start I realized I had left the water in Garcia's car! So Taylor and I went and got it from his car. Drove back as fast as we could without dying. By then the whole crew was like a half mile down the trail. Thank goodness Taylor and I are Cross Country! Taylor was the real animal, he was carrying like 12 of the bottles in a bad he had in the back of his car, while running. Good man.
Then we caught up with everybody, then I discovered that I must have neglected to tell everyone that we were going to be hiking, Kammi had worn nice white dress shoes, Melanie had worn her nicest clothes. Crap. So I offered my shoes to Kammi, she said no of course, but I took off my shoes and put them on a rock and said "Take'em!" then ran off barefoot. I had not been barefoot for 10 seconds then I promptly cut open my toe on a rock. So we had a trail to follow! Mine! Logan had said that if we had gotten lost he could have found our way using my blood trail, funny stuff. So we hiked the whole way and got to the end of our destination. Which was a geo-cache, where we had hidden items we had stolen from our dates, well actually had the dates parents steal from them. I had forgotten to tell Zach that we had gotten something from Cherisa already, so he took something from her key chain, and put it in a jar of Marshmallow paste. Upth. Oh well! Everybody got their stuff back, and a few of the girl's never missed what we stole from them. Then we started hiking back, cause we were behind schedule! Imagine that! Oh! And it rained as we were hiking back! On top of everythinge else!
We hiked back, I got my shoes back, and Kammi did the whole hike with her nice shoes on. Sorry Kammi! Love ya!
Then we drove to Taylor's, where we were able to have a bit of food before the game. This was where we had planned to just spend some time chilling, playing a game, or watching a movie or something, and where Logan and I were going to play songs for our dates, songs we had prepared, cause that's what we do around here at Forsytheville, play Monopoly and guitar. :)
At Taylor's I made friends with da big doggy. That was fun. And Taylor's parents offered to sew up my toe, and I just said "No thank you! It's not that bad. *Under breath* Please, please don't stick a needle in my toe!" It was also here that Melanie ate something, and wanted to eat all of her food, so we left there a bit late.
We drove to Becky's where Melanie had her dress and stuff, when we got there as Melanie was changin, I told Logan to go get the corsages as we were waiting, cause I took everyone's advice and gave her some time to dress! Everyone tells me I have to give girl's lots of time to change! So I did, Logan went, and took Charelle to the game too. So as soon as Logan drove off Melanie was done changing. Crap. So we took Becky's car to the game as fast we could. Sorry Becky! But we were way too late for Melanie's drive around. Crap.
So Melanie decided that she was just going to wear the sash and the crown to the game and go play with the band. But we couldn't find a door open in the school so she could go change! Gah! I ran all around the school, here and there, there and here, until finally after trying the girl's locker room, and all the other doors, we got her into one! Geh! He he.
She changed and we went to the game. Now being in the band section for the game was a blast, it was fun being with everyone. The game was fun too! I was like the only person in the band section that knew what was going on, so I screamed for everyone! "NOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO CATCH....YEEEEES!!!!!! YOU MISSED THE CATCH LITTLE SAN JUAN MAN!!!!! BWA-HA-HA-HA!!!" or "HIT HIM HARDER!" or "OOOOOOHN!!!!! GOOD HIT!!!".
It was fun, Kirsten Finlinson was mimicking me, then we got a routine going with the balcony. Thinking man position, fist on forehead, head to side to side, we got like 5 people doing it. Then I started to mess with the cheerleaders, when they started spelling stuff like v-i-c-t-o-r-y, I'd just yell "I can't spell! I don't know what you're saying!" It was fun, everytime they started spelling I would just glare at them. Twas fun. Then as the band did their final numbers I led all those who weren't playing to rock out with me. It was fun! And, for those of you who didn't know, my date is the awesomest at the drums! It was amazing! She was just automatically doing these crazy drum stuff, I was way impressed.
The game got over and we marched back to the band room so Melanie could put the drum back, and as they were marching back Melanie started a drum thinger with someone else and they just played on! Amazing stuff!
We got everyone gathered there and established the next step. Meet at Jordan's and change. Logan and I would drop Charelle off at her house, and Melanie would take Becky's car back to her house. Thank you Melanie! Sorry I couldn't drop you off myself! But yeah. :(
Logan and I dropped off Charelle and went to Stef's house to grab our suits. When we got there we saw that my sister Jamie, had her hands full, she's married with no kids, and was put in charge of taking care of six kids! Overwhelming! Too much at once. So Logan and I went and got Ben and Emily from a school movie thing. We went there and then had to look for them for a bit, drove them back, gave Jamie a big hug and ran to Jordan's picking Charelle up on our way, not dressed in our suits yet, so Logan looked kind of silly.
When we got to Jordan's he was just heading off to pick up his date, so we felt a bit better. Logan and I rushed in and occupied any rooms we could use. Then we discovered that we had forgotten black socks! And Logan never got his shoes! So we had to borrow some stuff from Jordan! Thank you Jordan! We'll get those back to ya!
So Logan and I were all changed, and I rushed upstairs and Melanie had left! She had apparently forgotten my butaneer and had to run go get it! Ha ha! Love ya Melanie!
So everyone got there eventually and we got everybody's stuff put on. Melanie and I's went pretty well. But Tara's corsage broke right then, so Jordan's Mom whipped out floral tape from somewhere, that woman is amazing by the way, love her. So we got the fixed up, and everyone was ready to go! We all posed on a stairway in Jordan's house, Jordan's Mom took a picture and we ran out the door!
We got to the dance! An hour late! Ha ha ha! We payed and went, we danced for like 4-5 songs, then we all went to go stand in line for pictures. Which was a bad idea! Becky has since brought up that we should've just had a couple stay in line, then switch them out every song, so people could have still danced. Upth!
We went through the line and as we were near the door it came out that I had not told everybody about paintballing the next morning. But then I had to call my mom, and while I was on the phone the group voted and I got my planning privileges revoked. Bwa-ha-ha! And they thought it was a punishment! I would love for other people to plan this stuff! More than happy! So I was happy. We also did not get to go on our Denny's run cause of how late the pictures took.
We got done with the pictures and by then the dance was over. So we all went to the Purple Pickle. But not before we stole a ton of helium balloons! We all sucked those down, sang, talked, acted, twas fun. A lot of fun. We dropped Charelle off at her house cause she had a 12 curfew. Then Logan took everyone to Jordan's where everyone's cars were. We just kind of sat in there and talked for a while. The Denny's run idea had run out, bummer. Cause a lot of people were hungry. So everyone piled out and went home.
Except for myself, Logan, and Melanie. Logan and I needed food, and so did Melanie. So Logan and I were just like: "We need to get us some food!". So we started driving around looking for places to eat. By this time it was about 12:30. So everything was closed! The whole list is at the bottom here but we drove everywhere! As we were around Becky's house we dropped by and got Melanie's stuff, Melanie got to change out of her dress. But we walked in and found a half-concious Becky. Ha ha. Still in her dress hovering over a plate of potatoes, occasionally trying to fall asleep on the table. Tired tired girl. The truth is that she had gotten three hours of sleep the night before, so as we later found out, she slept 15 hours from 12ish to 5 in the afternoon! Gee.
Melanie got done, so we ushered her out the door and tried again to go get some food. We decided that Maverick was our last chance, we drove toward it, but then saw that Albertson's looked open! Lights were on! Signs lit up! Yes! So we parked the car, and walked up. Crap! Closed! They bamboozled us! Fine!
We went to Maverick then, and got ourselves some sandwiches. If you've ever seen the price tag on those sandwhiches, they're confusing, we finally deciphered that they were $2.49 to the 20th power. We couldn't tell.
But we finally got Melanie fed, so we went to her house and dropped her off. At about 1-1:30ish. She was ok! She was not in trouble!
By the way, the ongoing joke that went on in the Purple Van was about Helen Keller. This came about cause Logan was backing up and asked "Is there anything behind me?" I said "Oh, just a 7 year old blind girl. Go ahead" Logan started laughing so hard, so did Charelle. It was hilarious apparently. Then Logan said "That could only be worse if it was Helen Keller!" I said "Oh yeah that's great! 'Is there anybody behind me?' 'Oh, just a Helen Keller impressionist' *Thump*. Yeah, it was quite funny at the time.
So we finally got to Stef's at about 2, when we were supposed to be there at 12, horrible. There we found that Logan's shoes and our black socks were right beside the piano the whole time! Geh! Sorry agian Jordan!
We finally drove home, and on the way home Logan and I counted all the things that went wrong and got 82. But as of this moment the list is up to 100!
That was our date! I had a blast! Melanie was an awesome date! Thank you again Melanie! I hope everyone had fun even though shtuff happened! Rock on!
If you want to add to this list, just comment and I'll add it on!
Things that went wrong at homecoming.
1.Cross Country practice went later than expected.
2.Logan and I both had to shower, and were therefore later.
3.The corsages had not been picked up yet.
4.The purple van came late.
5.The purple van was sick.
6.We had to wash the Purple Pickle, and were later.
7.When we washed the van, it gave us 17 dollars in quarters! Dum!
8.When Logan and I got to the High School no one was there.
9.We started the whole thing about an hour late.
10.The Purple Van could not go where we needed it to go.
11.Taylor's car went “Gragugoughhh” on rocks.
12.I forgot the water in Garcia's car and had to go back and get it.
13.I forgot to tell everybody we would be hiking.
14.I borrowed a GPS from Becky and we never used it.
15.I left that GPS in Garcia's car. (Sorry Becky!)
16.We left Becky's cool looking steak/rock thing in Garcia's car. (Garcia! Get on it!)
17.Kammi wore nice dress shoes and had to hike in them.(I'm sorry Kammi!)
18.Melanie wore her nicest clothes and got them all muddy. (I'm sorry Melanie! Love you!)
19.I cut my toe after offering my shoes to Kammi.
20.It rained while we were hiking.
21.Zach gave away the secret location.
22.I forgot to tell Zach I had already stolen something from his date.
23.The hike took longer than expected.
24.Becky did not miss the item we stole from her.
25.Tara did not miss the item we stole from her.
26.We were not able to spend as much time at Taylor's that we wanted to.
27.We didn't do the face paint thing.
28.I scared Taylor's big dog by barking at it.
29.I forgot to get rolls from my Mom to bring to Taylor's.
30.We left way late from Taylor's.
31.We left way late from Becky's
32.Logan and I didn't get to sing and play the songs we had prepared for our dates.
33.We didn't play a game or watch a movie as planned.
34.I sent away Logan to get the corsages, leaving Melanie and I no way to get to the game.
35.Had to take Becky's car to get to the game. (Sorry Becky! I love you!)
36.Totally missed Melanie's Homecoming Queen ride around at the beginning of the game.
37.Charelle was late for the band.
38.Taylor was late for the band.
39.Matt was late for the band.
40.Could not find a place where Melanie could change! Had to run everywhere!
41.Melanie's sash kept on coming off!
42.We lost the Homecoming game. 14-0
43.It rained during the game.
44.We couldn't seem to gather everybody after the game.
45.Logan and I had to take care of something for my poor sister who is taking care of six kids by herself! Had to go pick them up from a school thinger. So we were lateR!
46.Took a while to find the kids!
47.The corsages kept on falling off of the seats onto the floor.
48.The hanger broke on my suit!
49.I forgot black socks.
50.Logan couldn't find his shoes so had to borrow shoes and socks from Jordan. (Thank you Jordan! From both of us thanks a lot!)
51.Couldn't find the corsage when Melanie walked in.
52.Melanie forgot my butaneer and had to run grab it.
53.Melanie's corsage kept slipping and breaking.
54.Tara's corsage never did go right.
55.Kammi's corsage kept on slipping.
56.Charelle's corsage kept on slipping.
57.Becky's corsage kept on slipping.
58.Took Tara and Taylor a while to figure out Taylor's butaneer.
59.Had to use tape to get Tara's corsage to even stay at all.
60.Jessica's corsage kept on slipping.
61.Cherisa's corsage kept on slipping.
62.Garcia did not get a butaneer. Upth.
63.Garcia grabbed a shirt out of his closet that looked like it matched Becky's dress, but it was green! Not brown! Upth!
64.We only danced for like 3 or 4 songs.
65.Garcia kept on stepping on Becky's dress.
66.Logan and I were early picking Charelle up for the dance.
67.Logan and I were not dressed when we picked Charelle up for the dance.
68.We were way late for the dance.
69.I didn't tell anybody about paintballing next morning.
70.We didn't go paintballing.
71.We didn't go on the Denny's run.
72.We didn't feed anybody after the game. (Except for the later crew)
73.We waited in line forever to get pictures, when we could have taken shifts.
74.Logan and Charelle didn't get pictures.
75.Logan and Charelle couldn't be in the group picture.
76.Zach had to use my shoes for the pictures.
77.People had 12 o'clock curfews.
78.I got a headache from sucking like 10-15 helium balloons.
79.We must have ran over that Helen Keller impressionist like 15 times! (Inside joke)
80.The lights on the Purple Pickle kept on turning off.
81.No good radio stations were coming in.
82.When Logan and I tried to feed Melanie, McDonalds was closed.
83.Subway was closed.
84.Burger King was closed.
85.Wendy's was closed.
86.Wal-Mart was closed.
87.Albertson's was closed.
88.In the middle of all this we had to go to Becky's to get Melanie's stuff that we had left there.
89.Becky was so tired she was falling asleep while eating.
90.Becky only got three hours of sleep the night before all this.
91.When we looked at the price for our sandwiches we deciphered that they were $2.49 to the 20th power! We had expensive sandwhiches.
92.We got Melanie home late.
93.Logan and I were a full two hours late to where we were supposed to be.
94.We got home at 2:30 in the morning!
95.As of this moment I left the water I bought in Taylor's car I think.
96.When we went back to Stef's we found that Logan's shoes were right by the piano the whole time! Sorry Jordan!
97.We also found our black socks.
98.Both pairs of our black socks, counts as two.
99.I forgot to hand out those plastic boxes so everyone could put their flowers and stuff in them!
100. Melanie left her makeup, jewelry, and hanger at Becky's house Friday night.

2008-07-31T22:18:00.000-07:00

This is me with no hands on my bike, while taking a picture of myself.

That's a picture of my worst blister. You can just see some of the others, they were all bad.

That's the troop on top of Brian Head, and that's me in the front row. I know, our pose is sexy.
That's Dylan asleep in the bathtub of the RV. For more pics and info on the camping trip go to: http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2004585&l=174d5&id=1283665190 or/and, there different albums http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2004587&l=8a676&id=1283665190

The Newest and Coolest.

2008-07-31T21:27:00.000-07:00

So far this has been a pretty good summer.
Went to Scout camp at the beginning of the month, that was fun. Got seven blisters on one hand! When you're riding down a trail and there are more 6-inch bumps than there are flat spots spanning more than a foot, handlebars shake, and blisters happen. But what ticked me off the most was the fact that I had seven blisters on one hand, and none on the other! I had blisters on the inside of my fingers, which I didn't think i could do with handlebars, but I did! Twice!
I also managed to ride my bike without hands, and then I took a picture of myself! The kid behind me though I no longer had a love for my life, but that's ok, it was a fun moment.
Came back from Scout camp a night early, thinking that I was going to come, everyone was going to say "Nice to have you back! Now get in the car, Lisa had her baby the day after you left, Mama is already there and we need to leave." But noooooo, instead I get home. I quote Katie "Yeah, we just got a call from Lisa wherein she said "I called to tell you, that nothing is happening!!!" So I missed a perfectly good testimony meeting for nothing. But, added bonus was that the guys from the slaughtering company came to pick up Jezabel, the big stupid sow who was a terrible mother and let all of her piglets die. So they came to pick her up, that was an adventure. Mamma and Daddy had left for town, and Mike was gone to help John haul sod. So Katie and I go out there expecting to deliver a few good kicks to this fat mass, and have it hop in, right? Pigs do that, they see a chance to leave, and food is inside this trailer, so they hop in!
The next two hours were spent trying to get this pig into their trailer. This entailed tipping her shelter up so she couldn't go in. Then we put a rope around her neck and tried to pull her in, and when she was about ten feet from the trailer she FREAKED OUT!!! We are talking a full on screaming flailing fit, accompanied with a very high pitched scream. I didn't think that a pig it's size could even do that! But oh no, she did it, several times, after bringing in assorted weapons, grain, and using the rope to leverage her in there, no, she would just scream and charge at the weakest link, a space in between people and she was gone. So we finally got a rope around her left front leg, and her head, put the rope around a beam of the trailer and began to pull. With her in such a fixed position we were then able to beat her enough that she got her head close to the trailer, (by the way we are talking serious beatings, there were fiberglass rods lying around from when we put up the electric fence, and Daddy, and both the guys who came to put her in took this pole and hit her right at the ankles until I was so sure she was going to start bleeding, it was crazy! Along with Daddy grabbing his whip and just BEATING her, but she was fine) So fine that when she got close to the trailer, we had her head up into it, we had plywood on both sides of her to make sure she didn't turn, and we could smell the end. But the leg we had roped was looking a little saggy, like she couldn't feel it cause we were torquing on it so much, so I think the man with the rope let it loose a little, the beatings continued. Daddy decided to take a turn at beating her, so Katie came to hold up the other end of the plywood that I was holding, about ten seconds after she got on the other end, that dang sow got her head enough away, pulling her head far enough away and threw herself toward the edge of the plywood that Katie was on. Alarum bells began ringing in my head, " Yo! The edge of that plywood will not hold her frenzied self and when she comes through that Katie will be a dead person". Sure enough, she broke that plywood edge off and began attempting to come over the top of it, but she was crazy and didn't think to go attack the human. Mamma was also hitting her with the slop bucket. So I got knocked down too, but I caught the edge of the trailer and got up to see Katie slightly under the plywood and attempting to fanagle a way to get up, cause the fence was also under her and being a real bother. So I grabbed her arm and saved her!
Then the real fight began. We all hate this pig by then, with an unparalleled passion. So the guy with the rope cranks on it again and gets her head close, then we begin beating the underside of her mouth to get her to get her head up, then we take a post and literally lift her front end in, and that only after a few tries and her freakishly flailing again. So her front legs were in, and we went for the back ones, by this time she was just screaming at us, not much motion going on. So we lifted her middle, then back end in. The guy beat her into the back and shut the door on her. HAA!
So that was my welcome home activity.
Then a week later! We went to California, there we got to see Sadie. Adorable baby, with baby fuzz in the strangest places, ears, arms, strange, but cool.
We also got to see "The Dark Knight", which was one of the best movies I have seen in a while. We got to see it in a California theater, and they had the volume cranked up, holy cow. But it was good. Very intense plot, twists all over the place. Heath Ledger did an AMAZING job with the Joker, too bad he's dead. :( Oh well! I guess they'll just have to throw the Joker in jail for the entire third movie.
We also saw Hellboy 2, highly entertaining, weird, but entertaining. The Director likes making the "Otherworldly" creatures look really otherworldly. But still highly entertaining.
We had our first Macbeth meeting today, and I saw most of a version of Macbeth, with Ian McKellan as Macbeth, it was an interesting view, but I like the version in my head better. Like King Duncan should be not so old, younger, and more "Yay Macbeth! You're a good guy, mind if I come over for a night or two? Wonderful! Your wife is so awesome I just lover her" NOT "Macbeth, you have done a great service. *pausing* I am very grateful to you. *longer pause* I owe you so much *pause* Banquo, I love thee also for what thou hast done. *pausing* Congratulations on the victory. *Ok, old man, just spit it out!* I'm going to go pray now. *What the?*. And Macbeth leaves. After his prayer is over. "We should go to his castle and honour him with my presence" *Long awkward pause this time* Where's my horse?.
Yeah, I like the version in my head better.
But we are starting official practices soon. We are also going to have it mobile and are planning on taking it to the surrounding High Schools, and to Shakespeare Festival where we will kick Elizabethean butt! Hu! The set is going to be fantastic, along with the symbolism and stylizing, going to be fantastic. We're also going to be doing fundraisers for it. Involving improv sessions for the public, and anything we want to put out there for'em! The improv and stuff is free to watch but we ask for donations, forcefully if needed. :)
School starts soon and it seems that this year will be pretty darn rough. My school schedule includes: A.P. History, A.P. Biology, Pre-Calc, Honours English, and a play class. Along with those I may have to do after school stuff for Macbeth, along with Wrestling, X-Country, Track, another play that Street wants to do and take to Region, and another student directed play that Ashton wants to do, all the while juggling these things, homework and any High School drama I am asked to solve.
I have found that I don't actually get involved in the dramas that happen in High School now, I just help them sort out. Mostly relationships, other people's relationships. Maybe that's why guys grow up to hate Chic-flics, cause they grow to hate the words "I miss her so much". So when that moment comes in the movie where the guy tells her how he can't live without her, blah, blah, the guys want to stand up and shout, "SHUT UP!!!! YOU INCOMPERABLE NINNY!!!!! BE A MAN AND GET OVER SOMETHING FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, YOU POSTULENT BAG OF PUS!" Ok, so maybe not all guys get that urge, and I don't either..yet. But I can see why someone could grow to hate those moments.
Ok, so the situations I deal with aren't that bad, but they could be! And it's fun to joke about! It's actually just really sad to watch these guys who are so heartbroken.
Fun stuff, great times.

The Summer

2008-06-23T13:40:00.000-07:00

Hey Guys!
Well I don't think any of you actually check this anymore, but I'll make a post anyways.
This summer's plans are pretty simple. If I get called out then I'm going on camp crew. I'm excited for that cause they upped the pay for that, it's now 11.65 an hour, with 12-16 hour days, I like.
Practices for Macbeth start at the end of July, so we're getting about 3 months on this one, which is a good bit more than we usually get, like last year we had two weeks to prepare for Shakespeare Festival, and we still took third. So with a whole month and a half, we're all pretty sure we're going to take it.
No musicals or anything this summer, though I've had all of the directors for them approach me. That was cool.
Working for Mamma and Daddy up here, making walls, and gardens.
Went to the Mormon Miracle Pagaent last Saturday, that was fun, went with two of my friends, Melanie and Samantha, them and a van full of Russian people! It was fun to be in the van cause Melanie is a very laughable, very excitable person, so the Russian people got a good laugh. Twas fun. Though the mosquitos were horrendous, absolutely horrible, swarms, and they were unafraid of bug spray, did not deter them in the least, so I got a blanket and covered all of me I could while still being able to function. :)
Birthday is coming up with a scout trip right after it, like the day after my birthday. But I've been told that Sadie's birth might interfere, but I'm ok with that! California and a baby are cooler than a bunch of sweaty scouts!
Yup! No dancing either this summer, there's no summer class, though Heather did try and have us do a performance for some Dutch thing in Elsinore, but the only people who were ok with doing a performance were basically, well, me! So that didn't happen.
Yup!

Shall We Dance?

2008-05-07T16:38:00.000-07:00

Here are some cool videos that Stef got of me Dancing. The one below, called Belle, was a waltz that Heather had us learn in about two weeks, the Latin Medley is the one that we've been working on since I first got into Dance we just have revised and changed it over and over again. But that was the last time we will ever do that dance, kind of sad, I'll miss it.
In other news, it's Hell week, for my latest play "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Abridged" It's a farce/spoof of every single work of William Shakespeare. It is extremely funny, and should be a good time. Sorry I didn't get word out sooner to one and to all, but I've been involved in the play night and day.

If anyone wants to come see it, it will be
May 8-10 at 7:00pm in the High School auditorium. (Stef added that part)

But then I have nothing to do! Track is over, the play will be over by the end of the week, we only have math left to do in the end of level testing region, and summer comes quickly!
It's been nice to have Mike back, he's kind of warped since he went from college life to program life, but he's still fun to have around.
Well there you have it!

Belle

2008-05-07T16:05:00.000-07:00

Christmas.

2008-01-26T19:38:00.000-08:00

Well, that picture makes me look like an idiot. But that's a picture of Corban and I at Christmas. At that moment I'm trying out Chris's way of holding Corban. But after he got done being my parrot him and I listened to some music and I showed him the waltz.
My Christmas was fantastic, it was a month ago and I'm just getting around to putting it on here, but oh well, I'm at least putting it on here!
Mike, Wil, and I had a good time Christmas morning, we did not let the Parents sleep past 7. When the time came Mike and I chose a few Carols and did a wonderful harmony for our parents, for a minute we thought our singing we just putting them to sleep, but they got up.
Presents were distributed all around, Mike and I handed them out, while the parents watched Wil get into the tearing off of the wrapping paper.
I myself got an MP3 player which holds songs, picture, and video. Very nice and sleek, I'm enjoying it immensely. Also a dartboard, a large amount of throwing knives, book case, a pair of shoes, and Age of Mythology. Very enjoyable, having a good time. Christmas day we had the grandchildren crew come over later that day, and we all sat and ate, and watches Stardust. A very happy Christmas.
The next day we had Chris and Misty come over and stay for a while. It was nice to have them but they came and stole our bed! But we still loved having them there.
Nearing the end of the break we got to go help move Chris and Misty to their apartment. Mostly I got to sit there with Corban while peoples went and moved stuff, cause Misty had to go sign papers, so I got to hang out with Corban for a long while. He was supposed to sleep the whole time, but he drank his bottle. When I layed him down he just screamed for a while, I think he may have slept for 20 minutes or so, but then he started to scream some more, so I just danced with him some more!
Well, I'm going to include current events with this.
Twelve Angry Men is going nicely, we finally got our scripts! Though we still have pretty low attendance for practices, but it's moving along nicely. I'm one of the most angry characters, so I yell a lot, my voice gets hoarse. We will be performing nearing the end of February. There will be no admission since a production of Twelve Angry Men is touring right now. But we'll have a good time anyways.
For all of you who went to Richfield you will be surprised to hear that we may be getting a new Drama teacher! An old student of Mrs. Street's who is finishing up some things at SUU, whom Street thinks is the best thing since sliced bread, wants to come and teach at some place and settle down. So Street wants to hand it over to him and give her old heart a rest.
In further news, next year Street is now sure that next year, as a class we will be doing Macbeth, which makes us all very excited. Me especially because I think I would be the one who would get to play Macbeth! Which I would just love to death.
On February 18th, my dance team and I will be going to a dance competition at UVSC. There we hope we will be able to earn some prestige. My partner and I are also thinking about doing a dance, just the two of us, in a competition, and we're both pretty good, so it should be interesting.

Christmas at home.

2007-12-18T19:02:00.000-08:00

Hello all who read this!
Well the students are gone, and we're here with the crew that we'll be with the entire Christmas Season, just Mamma, Daddy, Micheal, Myself, and Wil. It's really weird having just us here cause usually we have like 20 people here for Christmas, usually waiting for other people to show up, some one coming on Thursday, another right before Christmas Day, but Mike showed up, and that's it. Just speaking a thought, seeya!

Ballroom Dancing

2007-12-15T10:21:00.001-08:00

Nicole and I at our Christmas recital

Lydia My Love

2007-12-15T10:17:00.000-08:00

Had a little slumber party at Stef's last night.

Ok, here are some good pictures.

2007-11-21T21:45:00.000-08:00

Ok, here are some good pictures of me, well as good as it gets I suppose. One is the only good school picture I've ever had. The other one was taken while Mike was teaching me Star Blocks. Yup!

Pictures

2007-11-21T21:35:00.000-08:00

These are pictures of me. Jamie requested.
One of them is me in the play with my old make-up, thick greasy stuff.
Another one is me looking stoned.
Another one is me looking stoned....again.
And I don't remember what the other one is, I don't remember if I put another one on.

2007-11-21T21:30:00.001-08:00

Here is I in my amazing play! And.. Jamie is amazing!

Upcoming Events!

2007-11-16T15:14:00.000-08:00

The closest event is the dance recital that my dance teacher is doing for the family and friends. This will be December 1 at 7, at the Richfield Tabernacle. Yes I know that this is the same day as Ben's baptism, just strange coincidence I guess.
Then the next thing is dancing too, we're performing for Christmas Tree lane on December 5, at what time this is I have no idea, that may come later.
I am also trying out for the play "12 Angry Jurors", same thing as "Twelve Angry Men" only we're casting some women into the parts. It's being Directed by one of my best friends, and he's been talking about putting me into the lead part, so I'm pretty confident about the goodness of my next part.
Other than that the birthday party of that same Director friend is tonight, so gonna go to that!

The Beginning

2007-11-15T14:09:00.000-08:00

Well, I was looking at everyone's blogs, enjoying the news, and Stef starts talking to me about making one myself. I can't say I'd thought about it, but Stef brought up the good point that it'd be nice to know when my plays and stuff were so that you guys didn't only hear about it after it was done. I like that idea, so I have created a blog! I already have a MySpace too, but it's not as cool as this.
So, I have begun!