That was fast

So, Robert complained about me not mentioning him in my thank you note. I said that I'd write a whole blog about him, but I don't think I shall. I shall however say this:

Thanks Robert, for getting a triple kill over lunch today.

It was pretty hot, I've got to admit. I was dead at the time, so I was watching his screen as he did it, and it was ridiculous. He sniped 3 guys just sitting there, it was just pretty good. I got myself 2 hot sticks right in a row, and that made me happy. Good times.

So, life is pretty dandy at the moment. My mom and dad have to go to boise for the next two days, and that's gonna blow, but at least that means me and Steph are going out to dinner every night. Crazy Timmy wants to set up a new JoDans, so that's what i've been doing all day today, running around gathering dresses, racks, grids, and all that other crap with my mom.

See, it's probably not professional to complain about it, so I'm gonna go back and change the name of the company. It is now Jodans. You all know what I'm talking about, and it's not Joanns fabric and junk, its the other one. Anyways, it's stupid. He has to pay my mom and dad to drive up to boise, work one day, spend the night, then work the next drive, then drive home. They're going to be on the clock the whole time, it's not very efficient.

I wouldn't mind so much if I didn't know what was going to happen. In a year, maybe 2, maybe even 3, that store is probably going to close. I've been helping my mom set up new stores for the past 3 or 4 years, and I've taken down just as many as I've set up. It is very depressing when you have to unscrew the exact same screw that you screwed in 2 years ago. I think it's pretty dumb, I don't like the way that it is run. I'm not employed by the lameo, but my mom sure is, and he's dumb. That's all.

Anyways, I'm making a pretty hot program that I'm gonna slap up on mac's site pretty soon. He's being nice enough to host the download for me. It's gonna be a pretty lame little right brain vs. left brain game, with loads and loads of easter eggs. More info to come on that later.

so, life is fairly dandy. I think tomorrow I might just post "A day in the life of Christopher J Thatcher" if I feel like it. it ought to be fun. but it's about 10:30, and I've got no super new news to tell anybody. I hate my nose, but that's alright.

So yeah, the best is yet to come. Life is on the up and up:D. Have a dandy one chillins, I'll talk to y'all later. Toodles.

The Fight

Sorry guys, my posts recently have been high on the quantity, and low on the quality. I vow to change that. I'm going to start posting less, im going to start posting shorter stuff, and it's going to be better stuff, stuff that gets you thinking. As often as possbile, I'm going to publish work that I do up here. Right now I'm programming a useless little game that I'm gonna get up here as soon as possible. Anyways, I'm currently being evicted from the computer library. Somehow the unjust have gained power, and the computer library is being transformed into a bedroom for a night. You see, this is why we have a computer library, so we can always use it without people sleeping in it. It's the computer sanctuary. Oh no, I'm being kicked out. I've got 4 minutes to write this, go go go.

A dear friend of mine doesn't believe in happily ever after. She just says that it doesn't exist. Reason tends to side with her. How many times have we all reached breaking points? Times when we think things are always going to be good from this point on, or that they're always going to be bad?

A breaking point is a time in your life when you reach something that you think is the end. Times like these are the first time I held a girls hand, the time I built my computer, the time I got that world of warcraft 10 day free trial, the time high school started, the time the cross country race ended, the time that I won at halo, the time that I was getting ready for the halo party, the time I finished that cool program I was working on. You look forward to those points for so long, and that's your goal. When you get there, you expect the world to fade out, and everything go to black for a few seconds, and then white lettering to pop up that says "6 years later" and then a party scene to develope.

Movies have messed up the idea of happily ever after. I'm here to tell you that the world never starts spinning and fades to black. There have been plenty of times in my life when by all means it should have, and it never did, and boy am I angry about it. The time I finished carpet for the summer. Heck, both times I finished carpet it should have faded out. The time that I laughed my head off watching Sons of Provo, the time things finally got better after being sad for a week or whatever. Nope, no spinning, no fading. Life went on.

So, whats with happily ever after? Why doesn't it happen? Why can't I timewarp to 6 years later? I want to pretty bad. We reach these breaking points, and we say that everything is going to be ok. We solve a problem, accomplish something, do anything, and we think that that will bring us happiness forever.

Well, it doesnt. Happiness doesn't last forever. I can tell you from my own experience, good times are followed by crappy times, and crappy times are followed by good times. Those good times are subsequently followed by crappy times, and they are caboosed off with good times. Sometimes the caboose gets stuff following it too, like crappy times. Even the caboose clingers have clingers, usually good times.

There is never going to be a point in your life where you can sit down and say "I am going to be happy forever from this point on. It just doesnt work that way. There will always be good times, and there will always be bad times.

So, where does happily ever after fit into it all?

I assure you that it does fit in, but not in the way the movies say it does. 45 seconds left, Ahh!

Anyways, you always have to fight for that happiness. Hold on to it. Its not about being happy always, or being sad always, its about being happy as much as you can and making the most out of the days that you have. Go out, fight, win. Know that there will be happy days and sad days, but that its up to you what you do with them, and that what you do influences whether you'll be happy or sad. No forevers yet, but we do know that tomorrow will always come. We know that we can always shape tomorrow, go make it the best you can, because its a wild one. What you do today isn't going to shape all the tomorrow's forever, but its going to shape the next one. Go for it.

Christopher Thatcher -out-

Thank You

Happy Thanksgiving everybody. Today has been an amazing day. I love Thanksgiving so much. Food, Family, Sleep. Who could ask for anything more?

Well, I answered the last couple questions from my all request thursday deal on my other blog, so, go there. cjthatcherphilosophy.blogspot.com

Anyways, now that that's through, I want to say thanks to a couple people that I really appreciate. If there is one thing that I find it really hard to forget, it's people that just randomly do really really nice things for me. Everybody has the potential to do something extraordinairily nice to someone every day. Very rarely is the oppurtunity taken, but I'd like to thank the people that have been nice.

Thanks Mr. Hansen for being nice to me when I walked into class 20 minutes late.

Thanks Kira Fulton for always saying hi to me in the halls.

Thanks Porter for giving me a ride home, and being nice to me.

Thanks Apple for thinking I'm cool for some reason.

Thanks Mrs. Neal at Eisenhower for helping me out with my book problem last year. She hadn't ever talked to me before the day I went to her for help, but she totally went out of her way to make sure everything got taken care of, that was awesome. Thanks so much.

Thanks Andrew, for being an awesome brother and letting me play frisbee and raquetball with you.

Thanks Kyle, Levi, and James for making me the person I was in Junior high.

Thanks Peter, for giving me insight into my own self, and for always being a stud when I needed one. You're gonna go far man.

Thanks Sharpe, for giving me a job, and valuable training.

Thanks Marissa, for making me understand the world alot better.

Thanks to my brothers, for teaching me everything I know, giving me all I've got, and shaping me into who I am. You guys rock to the max.

Thanks Dan Rasband, for being the best teacher ever.

Thanks Travis Benson, for being the coolest adult to hit a 13 year old ever.

Thanks to anyone that's ever said hi to me in the halls, I appreciate that alot.

Thanks anyone that's ever made me laugh on a crappy day.

Thanks Kyle and Tanya for making me run Cross Country.

Special Thanks for Peck, for being the best nerd mentor in the world, for putting up with me as a sevie, and making junior high worth it.

Thanks Colver, for making me realize I wasn't all that and a bucket of cheese.

Thanks Morris, for making me realize I'm not even the bucket.

Thanks Sylvia, for listening.

Thanks Hope, for being a good little sister to me.

Thanks Kyle, for being a good little brother.

Thanks Levi, for being my comedic relief, always.

Thanks James, for being the only one to stand by me in my time of need.

Thanks Donald for letting me call him that.

Thank you battle.net, for teaching me about the internet.

Thank you guys for reading this.

Thank you Courtney for that gum I'm still not done with.

Thank you Mr. Fiack, for teaching me algebra, even though I hated it, I learned everything I needed.

Thank you Brough and Sharpe, for oppurtunities to prove myself.

Thank you Mom and Dad, for everything. You're the very best parents ever. I wouldn't be anything without you guys, thanks so much.

Thank you public education system, you do work, no matter what they say.

Thanks Briahna for ALWAYS reading these, she's the most loyal reader a guy could ask for.

Thanks Nick for thinkin' I'm cool.

Thanks Darren, for letting me follow you around in Elementary.

Thanks Branson, for inviting me to play football with you guys that first time.

Thanks Marty, for being a good Jr. Jazz coach.

Thanks Jeff, for talking nerdy with me.

Thanks Microsoft and Walmart, for making my life easier.

Thanks Mr. Bauer, for teaching me stuff.

Thanks Jason, for being my foyle.

Thanks Tanya, for making me show off all through 7th and 8th grade.

Thanks for the RAM sharpe.

Thanks for teaching me to program Michael.

Thanks Brothers Whitmer and Pearce for being stallions.

Thanks Tania for being a great friend.

Thanks Valerie for being fun.

Thanks for the genes mom and dad.

Thanks for teaching me to read, teachers in elementary.

Thanks for teaching me to write, Bauer and Colver.

Thanks for the great search, email, satellite image, instant message, and translate services google.

Thanks for Halo Bungie.

Thanks for Frisbee Mr. Frisbee.

Thanks for lighting your field at night bennion elementary.

Thanks for being president Mr. Bush.

Thanks for March Madness seminary.

Thanks Marissa, for making me smile last year.

Thanks Kyle, for being my warcraft buddy.

Thanks Peter, for listening to my stupid ideas.

Thanks to whoever programmed my calculator games.

Thanks Thaddeus, for letting me run in state for you.

Thanks for region dances.

Thanks simpsons, for making me good at nerd team.

Thanks Theron, for being my hero.

Thanks Wright brothers, you guys rock.

Props to the founding fathers, you ownt those brits.

Thanks Jen Davies (Amazon) for teaching me to dance.

Thanks Steph, for playing the piano for us.

Thanks Steph, for letting me visit your class, and boost my ego.

Thanks Steph, for taking me to lunch, and dinner, and letting me drive your car.

Thanks for the sweat genes dad, I use them well.

Thanks for firefox, I love it so.

Thanks for open office, my english papers are finally legal.

Thanks Mrs. Ryberg, for being the best band teacher ever.

Thanks to seventh graders, for being sevies.

Thanks Sylvia, for not being dead.

Thanks Levi, for getting rid of that part.

Thanks for the insulin doc.

Thanks to all my friends for being there.

Thanks to my family for making me who I am.

Thanks for life.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hey everybody, happy Thanksgiving to you all. I hope you have all had super awesome great days. As for me, It's not Thanksgiving yet. I'm writing this to the future, since I assume nobody is gonna read this in the next 30 minutes while it's still the day before Thanksgiving.

See, this ought to be a full out blog, but it's not gonna be. I'm too tired. However, I have a happy Thanksgiving gift to you all, I hope you don't kill me for not blogging.

My seminary video is now online, it's at the very bottom, and it's called "Matt's Day Out". So if you all want to watch it again, or see it for the first time I guess, go for it.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody, I'm gonna answer the rest of those questions tomorrow, including the ever curious "Who do you like?" It's gonna be fun. Have a great day everybody, I'm out, it's late.

The Best Game Ever Played II

So, no questions answered today, that'll be next post. Right now I just feel like giving everybody the update.

There was a frisbee game I played a few weeks ago that I never got to write about. It was the most amazing game that I've ever played, and I dont know how i managed to get by without writing about it. Well, here it is, something I should have done a long time ago.

It was about 10 O'clock PM, it was cold outside, but not bitter quite yet. Off to the North, thunderclouds were forming, and streaks of lightning could be seen in the distance. Back at base, the wind was calm, no rain, no lightning, but the clouds all seemed red. It was eerily serene, and we knew something must be afoot. The past 2 games had both been shutouts. Both times one of the newbie seniors was captain, and brad was the other. The newbies all picked each other, and brad assembled a dream team both times, it was a rout. Hardly worth playing, the outcome was predetermined.

The 3rd game promised to be better. We had decent captains, and the teams stacked up pretty even. The bad guys had Andrew, Brad, Walker, and a few more I can't remember. My team had me, little Selck, Bouy, another old guy, Brady, and Benji. The teams looked great, we had enough for subs, and so the game started, just like any other game.

My team didn't have any clear leadership, and so anarchy ruled for the first couple plays. First guy to sit was Brady, and he was our second best guy. Next guy out was Bouy, our best guy. Next was little Selck, and then after him our other old man. We never had our best players all on the field together until way late in the game, and by that time, it looked like all was lost.

Somehow, it was 8-1, in favor of the bad guys. We were discouraged, but we knew we weren't beat yet. We finally got our guys in, and leadership arose. Whether it was me, or Brady, or whoever, leadership came in, and our brains kicked on. We knew we were down 7, we knew the bad guys had us on the run, but we figured out how to beat them. With out players stacked the way we wanted them, our team finally had the depth it needed from the bench, and we began to actually play the game for the first time.

The first time we scored surprised us alot, we weren't expecting it. We decided to pull it up the field real slow, and wait for the openings. The bad guys were playing relaxed, and we just slipped it right in, 8-2.

They figured out that we were finally going to play, so they picked it up a bit, and the next point was in their favor, 9-2.

rejuvenated by our recent realization that we weren't all fat and worthless, we started pushing it hard, and took it to 5-12. We were finally in the game, even if it was just barely. The bad guys needed 4 points to win, we needed a good 10. All light was far gone by this point, we were playing off of the floodlights, but the red clouds still looked down on us, pushing the underdogs on.

And then, we broke like mad. We went on an 8-1 scoring run, bringing it to 13's a piece. I honestly don't know quite how it happened. Me, Bouy, and the other old guy just started taking it up short, and they didn't know how to stop us. Twice I was in the top right corner, and just had a nice and easy toss in to old man for the touch down. They couldn't protect our short game, they didn't have the energy or the brains for it, and so we capitalized.

We knew that we had them scared now. They had given up a 7 point lead, and a guaranteed shutout to let us tie it, 2 points from the win. Every time we scored, we'd huddle before the pull, and we knew the air around us was electric. It was tense. We knew that we couldn't let it go, that if we gave up even one point they could put us in a ninja headlock that we'd never get out of. It was do or die for us, and we knew that it was do or die for them.

At 13-13, play starts to get fierce. It brings out the very best and worst of all the players on the field. When you make a good play, you know it, and your heart goes wild. When you screw up, it's one of the very worst feelings you've ever had. You've invested so much into the game, it hurts to lose it. Your legs hurt, your hands are getting hashed from catching, swatting, and throwing. Your lung hurt from the cold air, your breath comes out hard and short, and very frosty. But you know why you're in the game, and you know that you want to win. You put everything out there. This is when Frisbee gets real.

Brad had the disc 15 yards out from our endzone, and Andrew was cutting across the front of the endzone. I was playing man on Andrew, but he had good position on me, it'd be tough. Brad got the disc off with a pretty flick, chest height, pretty quick. Andrew was ready for it, but I busted out some mad speed, and knocked it down, the best moment of my life. Thinking to myself, I knew that if I let that through it'd be almost impossible for us to win, I felt pretty cool.

Then, Andrew bear hugged me, and I thought he was gonna break me. He didn't hurt me at all, but there was that rage in his eye, and for a minute, I was really afraid. Andrew is a great guy, but he hates to lose. I had just taken glory from him, He had it inches from his hands. He would have made it 14-13, taken away our momentum, and made us fear again. As it was, he couldn't do those things, but he could sure make me want to wet myself.

So, I yelled at him not to touch me, and he let me down eventually. He got pretty mad cause I yelled at him, but I figured it was alright to do when he was in a position where he could have wailed on me. So, we brushed it off, and play continued. Disc was down, so my team took control.

I'm not sure how we did it, but somehow we made it 14-13. I don't remember any details, but we scored, and we knew that right then, the bad guys faced humiliation. They had been 8-1, confident, heads high, on top of the world, and they had stumbled. Covering his fear, Brad proposed the "win by 2" rule, and we all accepted. It was go time.

The pull was up, and they scored alot faster than we should have let them. They totally school us, and we got that familiar fear back in our navels. Their kick was up, and we, through powers not our own, scored. 15-14.

That's generally the end point, all games run to 15. But, we were playing win by 2, you couldn't win if you were just up by one. And so, play continued, just like it always had. Our legs hurt more, our breath was shallower, it was colder, our hands were number, but the game continued.

They scored, tying it. We scored, pulling ahead. They scored, we made a mistake, they pulled a head. We scored, then rushed another point in quick to pull ahead. It went on like that, over and over again.

The game progessed, both teams fighting. One for glory, and another to avoid humiliation. If we won, we'd remember it always, the time that we beat the impossible, and slew the dragon. If they won, they wouldn't have to live with knowing they let their 8-1 lead go. Either way, we knew the game was epic. Eternal bragging rights awaited the winner, but neither of us could win.

It was nearing 12 O'clock. We had been playing straight for 2 hours. Our subs had long gone home, so it was the same 7 guys on each team booking it up and down the field. Time slowed down, the red twilight stayed the only constant. The air, once electric, was now heavy. We were fighting for life, even though it seemed to be leaving us. We had to play on, it was our destiny, but we all knew it had to end soon.

It was tied around 19, and the seniors started saying that they'd all be killed if they weren't home by 12. The old guard wanted to stay, they would have played all through saturday to sunday if they had to. My team decided that if it was still tied at 21, we'd call it a tie. The otehr team never really agreed to it, but that was the way it had to be.

And so it was, we played our hearts out, and they tied it at 21. 21 to 21, the longest game I've ever played, and hardest game, the highest stakes, and the best game ever. 42 kick offs, 42 touchdown passes. 42 touchdown catches. Innumerable turnovers, amazing saves, and spectacular swats. The game will never be forgotten.

Glory aside, my body was spent. Andrew wanted to stay around and talk to his buddies, so I bundled up with everything I had and tried to wait, but my whole body shook. I was shivering, but this was shivering on steroids. Honestly, my whole body was just shaking uncontrollably. After some time Andrew noticed this, and decided we had to go home. We drove home, and when I stood up from the van I could hardly walk. I hobbled into the house like an old man. My bloodsugar was 46, definitely too low. So I ate, then fell on the couch. When I say fall, I do not mean it metaphorically. My Grandpa could walk better than I could, and he uses a walker. All my muscles hurt, and I was still shivering. I shivered for more than 30 minutes, could hardly walk, but somehow I made it to bed, and the night was over. The night had been epic, one never to be forgotten.

Eternal glory wasn't awarded to anybody that night, but both of us deserved it. 14 men, fighting with all that they've got, that is what dreams are made of. The air has since lost it's voltage, and life has returned to normal. I haven't played frisbee since, and my life has felt empty. I'm sure you all think I'm a nut for feeling this way, but I love frisbee. Do I love it more than my family? No, but boy do I love it. Someday, I'm going to be amazing. Someday I'm gonna be the guy to go to in the clutch, the guy that everybody looks to for leadership, the guy that when he says there's gonna be frisbee this friday, everyone shows up, because they know it's gonna be good.

Am I chasing a stupid dream with all this frisbee business? Maybe. Am I going to play frisbee in college like I want to? Probably not, but good crap, I'm gonna try.

We got a serious problem here folks

Since I am way too lazy to do this all at once, I am splitting it up into groups. That means, you're going to get the easy questsions answered first. Hooray! Give me a break guys, these things are hard to write. Before you throw bricks through my windows for never writing, remember all the cool things I did at one point. Like.... that cool picture of Morris I made! I'm gonna put that in here too. Anyways, on to the questions.



Question: Does diabetes hurt? (Jason Liu)

Answer: Yes, but not all that often. Now, I made myself a little deal back in the day that I would try as hard as I could to never complain about my pancreas sucking. I've tried to stick with that, and I've never tried to make people feel sorry for me, or try to make excuses because of my delinquent pancreas. I never said "Hey, I can't run the mile as fast as you, I'm diabetic." or "Feel bad for me cause I have to turn down those brownies cause I forgot my insulin." I've always tried to be cool about it, but since Jason asked, and it might be interesting, I'll give you my take on it.

First off, it's not as bad it seems, and it doesn't seem all that bad. I honestly can't remember what it was like to sit down to a meal and just eat it and walk away. It doesn't bother me at all, it's just something you've gotta do. As far as I can tell, my life has always been like this, and it'd be really weird if it wasn't. I don't wish that my pancreas was better, I'm pretty fine with it as it is. It's just the way things are ya know?

Shots don't hurt 98% of the time. I've given you all this talk before. I havent had a shot that really hurt for months. Now, the other 2% of the time sucks big time. You see, you've got all these fun nerve cells on your skin, but not too many of them in the fat, thats why you always shoot into fat. Well, I've managed to kill most of em where I do my shots all the time, but some still persist. There is always a chance that you will land directly on top of a nerve, and shoot down into it. When a needle penetrates into normal fat nothing happens, you barely feel it, it's not uncomfortable at all. When a needle lands on a nerve, you jerk the needle at, proceed to yell at it for the next 5 minute for what it just did to you, and hate it with every feeling in your body. Now, this rarely happens, few of you will see me actually yell at my needle, but it's happened before, and it will happen again.

it's actually kind of cool, because it's like adding a fun puzzle to every day of my life. At any given point during the day I can test and see how I'm doing. If I have done everything right, I'll be between 80 and 140. If I've made some mistakes, I will be above that, or below that. If I've made big mistakes, I'll be significantly above or below that. It is like an extra measurement of how your day is. What'd you get on your physics test, AND what's your bloodsugar? Its not just physics anymore. Of course, I'm not as good at keeping my bloodsugar where it ought to be as I should be, I don't know anybody that is, but yeah.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't bother me, I kinda think it's funny when you make fun of me. I think everybody ought to try it for a day, it teaches you all sorts of stuff. So, I hope that answered that question. Any more, feel free to leave comments, and I'll answer em the best I can.

Question: What kind of music do you listen to? -Anonymous

Answer: It beats the heck out of me. I honestly don't know what to call this stuff. Perhaps a brief history is in order.

It was the summer of 98-99 I think, maybe 99-2000. I was around the 4th grade, and my brothers had just set up our network at the house for the first time, and we were busy playing our pirated copies of starcraft against each other. At this point Nathan and Michael were substantially better than me and andrew, but I could still hold up against Andrew sometimes. Anyways, that summer, we got up early nearly every day, and played a few matches. The weather was perfect, the smells were new, and to this day I can't smell that particular summer morning smell without getting a longing feeling to go back and hang out with my brothers and play a few games.

Well, this was a cherished time in my childhood. Me and my brothers bonded, I had alot of fun playing starcraft, and there wasn't a thing to worry about in the world. Every time that we played, my brother Michael would bust out his radio, set it in the hallway, crank it up so we could hear it all through the house, and we'd listen to the radio of that day. They were always good songs, cause Michael made sure of that. This served a few purposes: Because we weren't exactly playing with the CD in the drive like you're supposed to, we couldn't listen to the original music from the game as we played, and that's no fun. The other reason was that this way we couldn't hear what was happening on the other guys computer. If we heard that they were building a bunch of wraiths, we'd get detectors and lots of anti air, and that woulnd't be half as much fun as being caught by surprise, so we blasted the music.

Just like the smells, that music has stuck with me, and in my mind means strictly Starcraft. To this day, I love that music more than any other kind. There are only a few songs I remember, but whenever I hear one I've forgotten I immediately remember it. |Sugar ray - Someday| was my personal favorite of the time, |the way| (Who knows who sings that business), The one about "Did you make it to the milky way?" and truly madly deeply were good stuff. So, that's the basis of my love for music, cause it reminds me of bonding with the brothers over starcraft.

If you can't tell, I got all my music from my brothers. Back in the day when morpheus was super cool, and everybody thought napster was cool, but it really wasnt, michael and Nathan did alot of questionable things to get their music. We didn't mind then, but now we're mostly legit when we can stand to be. I don't really like pirating, thats why I don't do it. They didnt' have a problem with it at the time, so they amassed huge libraries of music. Stuff that was good, stuff that was clean, and stuff that I liked cause I grew up listening to them listen to it.

So, I stole it.

That's why I dont know what to call it, because I never had to find out. I'm living out of their libraries with a few songs that I've found that I particularly like. That's the truth. This way, I know the stuff is good, I know its not gonna start droppin F-bombs on me, and I figure its fun. That was alot of history to get to what kind of music I like, but I really like telling that story.

So, here's the main chunks of my playlist for you:

BNL - about a 6th of my playlist is BNL. They are fully clothed canadian men, and they are way cool. They sing everything, and I guarantee you've heard them before. Some of their songs actually have meaning, others mean nothing, I love it.
One Week

Oldies- I don't know, my brothers had a thing for oldies, so I guess I do too. probably another 6th of my playlist is devoted to all the old school stuff. I've got "stuck in the middle" by bob dylan, peace train, drift away, all sorts of that good stuff.

Spanish Rock - Some of my absolute favorite music in the world, and I can only understand 8% of it. When my brother got home from a mission to Mexico, he really liked the cool music he heard down there, so he got on limewire and got some of it, and I horked it. It's way cool, because its got an awesome beat, sounds just like our American crud, except all the words are clean cause you have no idea what the devil their saying. Every few words you can pick up a few "Amor"s, and some others, but mostly its just well sung garbdlygook. If any of you want to hear some I'll send it to you, it's awesome.

Enya, and other relaxing stuff- I like relaxing stuff, I really like enya, I wish I had more enya. Enya makes you feel good after a day of feeling like you hate algebra homework. Everybody loves Enya. If you don't, well, you can go to Russia.

Modern Junk- Some greenday songs, collide, Real world, some lifehouse, some coldplay, the Halo 2 theme, some fruity songs like listen to your heart..... anything after the summer of starcraft I consider modern.... so, yeah.

Colors, insideout - Some local stuff, Colors is really good, but not too many people would like them methinks. Insideout is hilarious, they sang the stalking song.

The rest are cool simpsons quotes, simpson techno remixes, and other fun songs I've got. That was way overkill. If you're still reading this, you're one patient person.

So, just for the heck of it, lets list my current favorite songs ever:

1) Long December - Counting Crows
2) Closing Time - Semisonic
3) Light in your eyes - Blessed Union of Souls
4) Change your mind - Sister Hazel
5) Minutos - Ricardo Arjona
6) How Bizzare - OMC
7) We are the Champions - Queen
8) Pinch Me - BNL
9) Its all been done - BNL
10) Never is enough - BNL
11) Too little too late - BNL
12) The impression that I get - MMBT
13) Real world - Matchbox 20
14) Angel de amor - Mana
15) Hanging by a moment - Lifehouse
16) Doctor my eyes - Jackson Browne
17) Last Kiss - Pearl Jam
18) Collide - Howie Day
19) 99 red balloons - Goldfinger
20) Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
21) Eve6- Heart in a blender
22) Crazy for this girl - Evan and Jaron
23) Leaving town - dexter freebish
24) Higher - Creed
25) Clocks - Coldplay
26) CCR - Up around the bend
27) Sunscreen - I don't even know who sings/says it, but it's amazing.

So, thats in no particular order. It's 11:56, and I just got done going through my playlist picking out songs I like. Hooray!

Question: Who would win in a cage match battle to the death: Picard or Kirk? (Nick MorandIE)

Answer: That's easy. Morris