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

Happy Halloween

Well, That's my pumpkin for this year. I decided to stick it to the man and blow off that stupid idea of using patterns, and return to the old school. Sure it doesn't look al lthat cool, but it makes a statement. That's right, my pumpkin was political this year, hooray!

Well, not too much has been going on lately. Life has been getting steadily better for the past couple weeks, it's been nice, and I've been figuring things out. Anyways, since apparently its the "hip" or "in" thing to do to post poetry on blogs, fasten your seatbelts, I actually wrote some:D.

I wrote this in English over a course of about 8 minutes today. It's called a Sestina, and it's one crazy format. You choose 6 words, and they have to be at the ends of certain lines in certain patterns and stuff, it's insanity. The subject was "Macbeth, ghouls, stabbing, ghosts, scary things, kings, dead, floating daggers, blah blah blah" My 6 words were: Gangrene, Mistress, Traffic, Parliament, Hags, and Fatal. I went a little crazy, but I'm proud of it, so here it goes: (Tip, don't try to read it in sentences or lines, it doesnt work:D)

His gangrene
arm had been stabbed by his mistress
during heavy traffic
near the parliament
building. Five hags
fell out of a window, fatally.

The stab wound wasn't fatal
but it sure hurt 'cause of the gangrene.
His mistress
cussed at cars in traffic.
Parliament
made a law against pushing hags

out windows. The hags
rejoiced, and fatally
wounded a mailman. Gangrene
is a bad problem. Mistresses
generally aren't liked by wives. Traffic
makes people want to stab members of parliament.

Parliament
people hate getting shot, especially by hags.
Macbeth's craziness was fatal
for king Duncan. No gangrene,
just death. I wonder if the king had a mistress.
Traffic

around the castle was very heavy, I hate traffic.
Parliament
ought to make a law about it. Hags
would like that. Sneezing can be fatal
when combined with gangrene.
Stabbing mistresses

is a bad pastime. Mistresses
don't like being stabbed. Traffic
stabbings are common in Scotland. Parliament
is fun to watch on C-span. Hags
have beards, even though they should be fatal
ladies. They are smelly and have gangrene.

Macbeth fatally stabbed the king before he could develop gangrene.
The traffic at the funeral was heavy, hags, members of parliament,
and various mistresses came to pay their final respects.

Hooray for poetry! I'm pretty proud of that baby.

In other news, I went trick or treating tonight, without a bag. I went out with a frisbee, and just gave all the candy that I got to James. That was pretty fun business. We saw some 12 year old kid smoking a cigarette, and it just made me giggle my pants off. Fortunately, my shorts stayed on. But in all seriousness, it was just hilarious. The kid couldn't have been out of the 7th grade, and he was smoking. Good luck breathing to that kid. I would love to see him run a mile. I don't get why you'd do that, but hey, its not my life eh? Maybe he wants to rebel or something.

Well, nothing else really to write about, except a proposition of mine. To stir up comments, I am going to let you all direct my next post. It is question and answer time, as well as request time. So, everybody, leave me a comment asking a question you'd like answered, or some request. If you want to hear me talk about anything, ask me to and I promise I will. If you want me to get a picture of the giant mushroom that is sitting in the bucket outside underneath the porch, leave a comment asking for it, and I'll do my best to post one.

So, all of you that ought to be playing the stock market game now, leave a comment, and my next post will answer you something great, it's going to be great fun. I expect good comments dangit, go post!

so yeah, life is going good, things are peachy. I ought to nail my 4.0 this term, providing I don't bomb chemistry somehow. I'm going to start running again, and just go exploring. I get to play frisbee this weekend, and I'm nearly drooling over it. I love frisbee more than I love smothered burritos. I'm gonna take that practice ACT test on Friday, you all ought to too. We don't have school that day, but its a cool practice test, and that's just gonna be fun. I don't know, I love tests. After that I'm thinking Halo at my place. Remiscent of Kyle's on saturday. It's gonna be fun.

So, life is good. Leave a comment. tell me my pumpkin looks good, tell me it sucks. Tell me my poem is good, tell me it blows chunks. Ask me who I like, tell me I'm repulsive, say you like my hair, I honestly don't care. As long as you post a comment, I will be happy. I know that Kyle, Levi, james, jason, and nick are all going to read this someday, and I expect comments from all of you. Just post as anonymous, it's not hard guys. If you don't know how to post a comment, just click on the little "0 comments" link at the bottom of this little post, it's not tough. C'mon, I'm comment starved. Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme Lookatme! Yay, life is good, and I really like my pumpkin. G'night all y'alls.

DO DO DO....dododododo! (That's maelstrom if you can't tell)

No philosophy yet, because there's nothing to write about yet. So, you get more me blogs! Hooray!

Last week was UEA, and I didn't do half the amazing stuff I wanted to. However, I did finally make it up to Logan to hang out with Andrew and Nathan for a couple hours. It wasn't 2 whole days like I wanted it to be, but it was fun, and I got to play raquetball. I am definitely taking a CC class next year, just so I can get into the SLCC gym for free to play. It's cool, because you can get a friend in for a buck with your SLCC student card, so if a couple of my friends take CC classes, its definitely fun date time. Nick isn't invited though, I hear he's good, and I don't want to be embarassed in front of the ladies and kyle.

Anyways, back to UEA. Me and Steph painted the family room, against the will of our Mother. She said it was alright, but she didn't really want us to do it simply because she thought we'd start, and wouldn't finish. Well, we did most of it during UEA, and then Steph finished it yesterday, it's pretty good. Hooray for painting.

This week has been crazy talk, but mostly alright. School hasn't been all that hard, no homework yet, no tests, just kind of coasting through it. The only stressful thing that has happened this week was filming for the seminary video.

So, they asked me to help them with video's a couple weeks ago, and didn't say anything to me between then and tuesday. So, I go tuesday because that's when they were planning to do it, and things were just a tiny bit unorganized. Problem being: "Oh, we don't have a camera." Plus, they had a general idea of what they were doing, but they didn't have it down concrete, and thats never a good idea. Videos are tough to make, you need to know exactly what you're doing beforehand or it takes 3 hours.

3 hours later, we had found a camera, driven around, and filmed almost all of it. We ended up getting the camera from one of the girl's on council, and filming most of it at her house and robert frost elementary. We were filming the last scene (in her kitchen) when horrible things began to happen. The camera was on the tripod, and I picked up the tripod to move it. In ways unbeknowst to me, it had managed to unscrew itself.

That's right, I dropped her camera.

Dropping cameras is a bad idea in general. You all know you shouldn't do it. Its the thing everybody fears most, that someone will borrow their camera and drop it. I am now public enemy numero uno, I borrowed a camera and dropped it.

In the movies whenever a priceless artifact get's dropped, or something tense happens that involves gravity, time slows down. Frame by frame you can see the object falling, and hundreds of hands reaching to save it. I don't know what it is, but that's how it went for me. I could see it tip off of the tripod, and almost gracefully fall like a lead block through the air. Nothing was there to stop it but the floor, it just tumbled.

I don't know what these video cameras are made of, but NASA needs to look into it. I swear the camera bounced 9 times. Each one bringing a new horrifying crunch, and making me want to be invisible and back at my house underneath the bed instead of trying to help with videos and ruining expensive and nice digital cameras. I honestly believe that had I dropped the camera and a super ball from the same height at the same time, the super ball would have stopped bouncing first.

It wasn't just one swift blow to my soul, it was 7, one right after another. I nearly died. The girl who's camera it was ran to pick it up, and I was standing there in shock. She quickly checked the outside for damage, and said optimistically "I think that was like that before..." She didn't grasp the seriousness of the situation though. External flaws are one thing, but if I screwed up the lenses, it was all over for me. Ignoring her, I took a glimpse at the view screen, and it was 100% fuzzy. Not a discernable shape to be found. At about this point her mom walked into the kitchen, and if possible, I felt even worse than before. Half of me wanted to bust into tears and apologize, and the other half wanted to whistle my heart away and then run home as fast as I could. Well, I can't whistle, but I wasn't about to tell her what happened. So, I held the camera, and acted like everything was dandy. One of the other guys started whistling, and that was mildly reassuring. Since I figured hasty action was needed, I escaped to the other room to check it out. I popped open the view screen, and despite everything I had been wishing for with all my heart in the other room, it was still fuzzy, no magical solution to cover up my blunders. I turned her off, then back on again.

Fuzzy yet. I flipped the night shot mode on, then back off. Then, like an old and tired lady getting up from a nap, it regained focus. I don't know how it did it, but to me that sharp and clear image was better than Christmas.

I went back into the other room to assure them that everything was alright, by then her mom had left. I feel bad not telling her personally that I dropped her camera, but that it's ok. I'm sure the girl will though. There are actually some glaring defects externally, but nothing life altering. The little tape eject deal is a mite screwed up, and not exactly totally automated like it was before, but it's ok. you just have to push to close it instead of it doing it itself. It's faster this way anyways.

Well, I got home at about 5:10-ish, and found out my parents had nearly sent out a whole manhunt looking for me. I had mentioned to my mom that we'd be filming that day, but I only said it once, and I guess she didn't remember it. They didn't actually tell me they thought I was dead somewhere, but I found out when Kyle called and was super relieved that I was home and not dead and still able to play warcraft. Apparently they had called everywhere I might be, because they called alot of people back to tell them I wasn't dead after I got home. Kinda crazy really, but nice to know I'm loved right?

And now, enough about the past. Tomorrow is super hero day, and I'm gonna go crazy. I love dressing up, it's just kicks and giggles. I don't have anything especially cool planned for tomorrow, but it's going to be fun. There's a scout camp in my backyard tomorrow night.... that's going to be something else. Instead of going to the party I was going to go to, I have to go to the ward halloween party, then sleep in a tent in the rain with a bunch of 12 year olds in the backyard. Hooray! It'll be alright I guess, I'm just not overly excited for it.

Oh, I nearly forgot. Over UEA I uploaded my caminos video onto Google Video. You should all go watch it, I'm still kinda proud of it. You don't have to download it, since google is amazing, you can just watch it straight off.

Caminos Peligrosos
^^^Click above, the link is white for some reason

And, just for fun, here are all of Andrew's super cool seminary videos he made. Hooray for google video!

Andrew
^^^Click above, the link is white for some reason


Well, that's all for tonight. Life is pretty good. The camera has been returned to it's rightful owner, and that's a major relief for me. I was on tenterhooks all day today because I knew it was just sitting in my locker, and I was afraid a terrorist was going to climb in there and blow himself up, just to screw me over. It's like the ring in lord of the rings. Super powerful, but bad things happen to those who use it, namely me.

5A State Cross Country Meet - October 19th, 2005

Whoohoo, Dead last and proud of it. Today was the state CC meet, and I came in dead last. Nobody behind me, not even a fat kid. Porter came second to last, about 40 seconds ahead of me. All my great plans to run my heart out fell through, and I am not the least bit sad about it.

See, Buddy Sharpe, one of the guys I worked with last summer explained to me that "Americans love situations in sports. Bottom of the 9th, 2 guys on bases. 4th quarter, 32 seconds left, down by 1." I figured that he was probably right. There's nothing that can make people go crazy like 4th down and 15, going for it. Well, here's the situation of the meet today:

Taylorsville has no chance, Clements has a good shot at taking first, but other than that we've got nothing. I'm a sophomore, its the last race of the season, and I'm going to be back here next year. So, bearing that in mind, my plan was to go out there and do my best. Well, today my best happened to score me last place. Hooray for that, I really didn't push myself amazingly hard. I'm kind of proud of my last place to tell you the truth. I'd much rather have last than 3rd to last, at this way I get to have a title.

See, I'm happy with last place. I don't really need phonies to tell me "Hey, at least you finished, good job, you did good." Nah, I know I didn't do good, but that doesn't make me sad, so let me be happy. I absolutely love getting compliments, but when I know that they are forced, it cheapens the whole experience. I really dont think that people ought to give out fake compliments. If the whole market is flooded with compliments, their value goes down. It's like supply and demand. If compliments were only given when they were deserved, they would mean much much more than they do now. I don't mean to say that we shouldnt say nice things about each other, but when I give someone a compliment, I want them to realize that it's for real, not just forced.

so, last blog I said some stuff that I have been criticized harshly for. Allow me to explain all that ugly business.

"On to the bad news: I'm still pretty lame. That is all."

No, I really don't think I'm lame. To tell you the truth, I think I'm pretty cool. I'm one arrogant boy, you don't need to worry about me worrying about myself. The reason I say that is because thats just the way me and kyle talk. Every day Kyle reminds me that he's a "weenie" cause he doesn't talk to a certain girl. And every day I remind him that I'm much more of a weenie, cause thats just how it is. I tell people every day that I smell funny, and really, I find my musk rather pleasant. Why do I do it? It's because that's just something I've picked up, I don't know why. I don't think I'm lame.

About that nobody caring business: Well, that's how I felt. The night before I wanted to rant on and on about stuff, and the only person that would talk to me was Malyssa, and she was twitterpated with some guy named billy or something.

So.... just for the record, to clear everything up: I am not, nor ever have been, nor ever will be "emo". I'm quite a happy individual, with too much self confidence for my own good. I appreciate the concern that was expressed though, you can now stop telling me I'm an idiot.

Hmm, what else what else. I've determined that iceberg isn't all it's cracked up to be. I mean, it's kinda good... but its pretty slow, and not amazing. Thats not to say I won't go there ever again, because of course I will, it's good. Just not amazing, that's all.

I talked to Sharpe a little bit today, and he dropped some hints about maybe working for him again next summer. That'd be pretty cool, I could make some good money again, I like good money. It's a tough job, but I hope that I get it, it'd be good for me. If that falls through I'll just get a job at someplace that will hire 16 year olds, preferably not harmons.

I decided I want to learn C++ again. Yeah, this is like the millionth time I've tried that. Don't you love how lazy I am? I sure do. Snake still isn't done mind you. But does that discourage me? Never. Someday, that will be done, if its the last thing I doooooooooo. This saturday I think I'm going to take a running adventure, and just run as far as I can. I'm going to take it easy, and go exploring, I'm not sure where yet. I'm thinking Jordan river parkway, somewhere fun that I haven't been lately. For some reason I think that'd be great fun. Just to go and spend 3 hours exploring on foot. I think I'm going to do that, it'd be kicks.

So, I'm not even good at cross country, but just think, I can only get better from here. Next year is going to be kicks and giggles, because I'm going to make myself get good. Hooray for goals, I'm going to get crazy good by the time I'm a senior. I'm going to break a 5 minute mile for sure this year in track, and I'd love to break a 4 minute mile as a senior, but I doubt that'll happen. I'll see how it goes, that'd be insanely fun though.

Hmm, you ever feel like I've got ADD? I do.

I want to get together with everybody and watch either Hook or batman begins. Chances are that's not going to happen either. Every single weekend we all say that we're going to hang out, and it never works because we're all too lazy to plan anything. It's a vicious cycle I tell you. How sad that we're all just that lame. Oh well, always another weekend.

So, that's enough random business for a day I suppose. I'm running out of things to make new paragraphs about. How bout that hurricane wilma? Strongest ever recorded. Crazy business this year, crazy business. Kind of makes you glad to be landlocked in good old secure Utah doesn't it? I definitely want to buy an island some day. Just a small one, but I think it'd be fun. And islands are definitely for sale out there. Someday I'll have an empire of energy. Windmills with my name on it, solar fields for miles and miles, and a bunch of cool dams. Then I'll buy an island and do something amazing with it, I just don't know what yet. Well, that's something only the future is going to tell, for now, I've got to worry about what i'm going to do with my UEA weekend, probably go to Logan. I feel so inadequate without ugly facial hair though. Oh well, suck it up princess. Toodles.

> mediocre

Welcome back, it's good to be writing again, it's been a while.

So, I've got some ridiculously good news, and then some very lame news. Good news is, I get to run varsity in state. I didn't know my time or place from region for a long time, cause coach just never told me, but it ends up I beat porter and Thaddeus, so I'm gonna run state, and I'm happy about that. My new idea of not sucking has been working out pretty good, I'm enjoying it. I'm so excited to get out there and run my little heart out on wednesday. I know I'm not gonna get a good place, that's asking way too much, but I'm going to give my best. Hooray for state.

The second piece of really cool news is my physics test. I slaughtered it with a fierce passion. I'm starting to really enjoy test days in high school, because tests are just kind of fun. I know I'm a nerd, but I enjoy competition, and I see tests as competition, and as something that I can actually win at. Sure, Jason beats me at Halo, and Robert does something-that-words-can't-describe to me at halo, but can they beat me in physics? No dice.

On to the bad news: I'm still pretty lame. That is all.

So other than that life is going pretty good right now. I'm excited for Cross country to wrap up so I can have a little more free time on my hands, and a little more energy. I'd really love to get a job, but I don't think anyone is going to hire me because I'm 15. I'll have to wait till summer to get a job, but I'm definitely going to do that, because I like income. I think it'd be dreadfully nice to have a car for next year, because transportation opens up alot of oppurtunities for a person. With any luck I'll get myself some sort of vehicle that doesn't have alot of seats, because I don't want to be ferrying my friends around everywhere. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, right now I'm pretty much broke, without transportation, without a job, but not without hope.

Ooooh, good news #3: The other day some people from Seminary council cornered me and asked if I could do videos like Andrew. Now.... I definitely can't do videos like andrew, but I can almost do videos like andrew. Im not good or anything, but I can function. Well, they kinda asked me to be their video guy for this year, and I'm pretty excited for that. It's going to be tough, but I really love making videos, and I think this is a pretty cool opportunity to do something amazing. My life is currently lacking great opportunities to be amazing. Sure, I could go feed the homeless or something, but there aren't any amazing projects in school that just let me go wild and have fun and do the very best I can. These videos are going to be something that I can do my best at. I'm excited for them. Chances are I'm going to bomb the first couple of em, don't be too mean when you see them, but with any luck I'll pull some good ones off eventually.

I really want to work on my writing. It would be amazing to be able to just bust out amazing and entertaining essays without trying. I know these blogs aren't dreadfully good, but I'd like them to be. Writing is really cool, because it's the way to get stuff done. It's like putting an amazing argument down on a paper, and holding on to it. It's permanent, but fluid at the same time. A vocal argument comes and goes, and you can't really analyze it, or twist the opponents words with it. With a paper, you can cut that thing to pieces, feel it, quote it, and obliterate it. I definitely want to work on my writing.

bad news #2: Nobody cares. Is there anybody out there that really cares what place I take on wednesday? or anybody who cares what i got on my physics test, or what I'm going to get on my chemistry test tomorrow? Anybody mind when I'm sick? Nah, not really. I guess that's ok, I just wish somebody cared. Nobody wants to listen when I want to break down and just talk about stuff. Nobody really needs to listen, I'm quite fine dealing with things by myself, I just wish there was somebody who cared.

well, with that in the past, on to greener pastures. I'm going to do amazing things. I'm gonna ace my chemistry test tomorrow, and then run my heart out wednesday. After that I'm gonna focus on school until that first video project comes up, and then that's what I'm going to worry about. There's no sense in worrying about other stuff, it doesn't do any good. Why dwell on that which makes us sad? I didn't use to get that. If you ignore stuff, it really does go away. I don't know why it works, and occaisionally it comes back, but if you ignore it, it doesn't bother you. so, I'm going to focus on school and CC and video projects, and then we'll see about frisbee later.

So, All y'alls have a dandy day. This is Christopher Thatcher, off to find something amazing, to make something of his life, to be greater than mediocre. Whoosh~

It's nice to win sometimes

So, I changed the whole way the blog looks, and I really like the way it is now. It's all classy and cool, way better than it was before. I added some google ads up at the top too, how cool is that? I’m not going to make any money off of them, but they're there, and it makes me happy. You should all leave me comments, because I want to know who's actually reading this, and comments make me happy. Comments make me want to write, so leave me a comment, please.

Yesterday was the region II cross country championship, and it was just amazing. For the first time ever we had a bus, so I got to get out of English early and then ride with the rest of the team up to the meet. Sitting on the bus I was counting people, and realized we had 7 guys that ran faster than me. We all know what that means, that means I get to run JV. Hooray! I get to run with the people I ought to be running with!

Well, I think I ran pretty good. I came in either 21st, 26th, 31st, or some other multiple of 5. All I know is that my sticker was the first on a new page of their little sticker book, and I think there are 20 on a page. Anyways, I was way happy with how I ran, and it was fun. The best part was the fact that I didn't have to be responsible if we lost. My time didn't count for anything, I was just out there to have fun, and so I did.

Well, long story short, Taylorsville didn't have too many highlights. We came in 4th overall, but that means we're going to state. Whoohoo! Aaron Clements, the most amazing stallion ever came in 1st, and that was just a party. They announced the top 10 finishers in all the races, and Taylorsville didn't have one..... Except Aaron! When they called him out, the whole team just jumped up and started screaming like animals, it was the coolest thing ever. We were all so proud of him. He got up there, and shook the other 9 finishers' hands, was real nice and humble about it, and I couldn't help admiring the kid. He’s just got mad skills, that's all.

That made me decide that I want to be good at cross country. Sure I've always wanted to be good, but now I really do. More than just the "I wish I didn't suck" business, now I want to actually be better than mediocre. It would be so awesome to get my name called and walk up there when everyone was cheering for me, even if it was 10th place. Heck, even if it was girls JV I'd be happy. I'm gonna train hard the rest of this year and this summer to see if I can get better. Right now it feels like training isn't doing anything for me, but I know it is. I just got to push myself harder in practice, and it'll be great. Hooray for getting good.

This week has honestly been one of the better weeks I've had in a really long time. Monday and Tuesday don't count, because they were lame. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and today have just been rockin. Everything has been working out. My body has felt a lot better than it has forever, I'm not sore, my appendix feels awesome, my blood sugar has been good, and it's just been nice. School has been great, I've been acing all my tests and assignments, and fitness for life is just a party. Floor hockey is one of the coolest things ever. I think the only thing that can beat it now is Ultimate. I've been a mad Canadian, and just rampaged with that hockey stick. You can't stop this mad action. On Thursday when we were running our laps inside I decided I was tired of being slow and running with everybody else, so I just raced the whole way. It was so much fun to get out there and just book it. I love running like that, just free to go as fast as I want, no worries about burning out because I know its not all that long, just good old fun.

Today I did nothing but clean and sleep. This was the first Saturday in I don't know how many weeks that I was able to sleep in. For the past million weeks I've had to get up and do something with scouts or cross country or some other worthwhile cause. Not this week though, I slept till 12:30, and when I woke up, it was raining. I absolutely love days like today, where you never see the sun. Sure the sun is great and all that, but I love the rain. It's so cool, it makes everything smell better, it cleans the air, it moves the whole world around. I love it. So, I wake up, and then install my hot new DVD RW/CD RW drive into stallion, and do a little upgrading to her while I'm at it. I got my front LED lights working again, and taped the front panel on so it doesn't fall off, its nice. Then, I popped the Simpsons season 2 DVD into the drive, and watched Simpsons while I cleaned the computer library up. Its now super super nice, the whole thing is cleaned and vacuumed. I have enough room on my desk to put my lava lamp, its great.

I had the greatest idea today, I'm not going to go into too many details, but it involves super glue and old CD drives. I think it's got a lot of potential; I'll let you know how it goes. It's an art project, and if it works out, its just going to be awesome.

Today I think I made the world a little better place. I cleaned up the room, made stallion better, and I've got plans to make a lot of other things a lot better. I think that's important, leaving the world better than we found it. Sharpe always talked about that when we did carpets, he always managed to find a way to leave the classroom better than when we found it. And I'm not talking about leaving it with better carpet on the floor. He'd just do whatever odd things needed to be done, it was pretty cool. That's what I want to do, I want to make the world a better place, one little thing at a time.

Quite a super week, I'm excited for the future. I've got potential, and I'm going to use it. A rolling stone gathers no moss, but neither does a rocking amazing stone. I want to run a marathon, I want to get 1st in a race, I want to be featured in popsci, I want to be artistic for once in my life, I want to write, I want an audience, I want a windmill with my name on it, I want a logo, and a theme song!

Things are going to be great. I'm excited for the future. Sure, things could be better. It's up to me to make things better. Nobody knows what the future really holds for us, but I plan on finding out sometime, and I'm going to enjoy the adventure while I go exploring the unknown.

Best day of my life? Probably.

*edit*

WOW! I just spell checked this beast, and I spelled everything right! Sure, “Canadian” wasn’t capitalized, and all my “I’m”s were “im”s but good crap, its spelled right, and I’m so excited about that. Could today get any better? I contest that it could not!

*end edit

Wow, today kicked butt. Right now it's 4:02 PM, and things are great. Why? Because my legs don't hurt, I can breathe, my appendix feels like a million dollars, and I'm not in gym shorts.

That’s right, after cross country I actually had the energy left to change back into my jeans, how cool is that? That’s the first time that has happened this whole year. Cross country rocked to the max today. We ran 4 miles just as a run, no stadiums, no sprinting, just good old running and messing around with the team. Boy that felt good. It felt super great to just get out there and run again. Mmmmmm, I love it so.

School today was rather enjoyable. I was falling asleep in physics, but that’s to be expected right? "So... that's the constant acceleration gravity I guess" -Mr. Olsen. He's a studmuffin that Mr. Olsen is. Physics is a pretty cool class.

I love my English class. It's got a ton of Eisenhower people in it that are pretty cool, so I've got friends, and the class is just so cool. Ward is hilarious, and she makes me think and write, which most people can't do. Today's "thinker" was to write 3 haikus, and you had to use at least 7 vocabulary words. Well, I managed to work about 10 in, and I was actually proud of my haikus. I'm rarely proud of my work I do in any English class, but I'm just always excited when I finish my stuff in Ward's. She makes me want to write! I love that class.

So, region cross country meet is Friday, and I'm going to kick butt. That’s right, I'm going to run my best meet ever, and enjoy it! Every other meet I've dreaded like crazy, and not run my best. Friday, that will change. I will run my hardest, and no matter the outcome I'm going to come out of it smiling. There's no way I can be unhappy with myself if I run my hardest. I know that I'm going to place last out of T-ville, and thus my score won't count. But, I'm going to try as hard as I can, and I’m going to enjoy the run. Victory will be mine, even if it's just over myself.

So, things are really great. Last night blew, that’s for sure, but today just makes me smile. No particular reason, but it's just been nice. I'm excited for tomorrow, mostly for seminary and hockey. I'm going to be a mad hockey machine tomorrow; you'll swear I'm Canadian.

Rarrrr matey, things are going to be great. We've got a mouse in the house, so I'm going to build a spoons style mouse trap to own it. I'll be sure to picture document the whole thing for later. Rock on, and remember: If we fail, we fail with glory.

I'm Such a Rebel

You know how everybody has that one cool story about the time they went to Walmart and got kicked out for rowdy behavior? Well, this is mine:

So, Steph said she needed some binders, so we went to the amazing walmart. She says she just wants 1/2 inch ones for super cheap. They don't need anything but the 3 ring things. No cover sheet place, nothing, just good cheap 1/2 inch binders.

and thus we set off on our quest. We checked at the seasonal corner, then the school supply corner. The cheapest crap they had was a $1.50. We began to be discouraged.

Then, steph caught sight of an amazing sight. Up stacked on the top shelf were 2 cardboard boxes with binders in them. They were unmarked, and looked cheap. We had no idea the price, but we knew we wanted them. The hunt was on.

Well, if you're familar with Super walmart, every single top shelf has a little runner underneath it that says "Ask for assistance with items on the top shelf." Now, who's honestly going to do that?

Definitely not me, that's for sure.

So, me and steph stake out the area, and make sure that there aren't any employees coming. Then, I hop in the cart, and steph holds the cart. I grab one, toss it down, and then hop out. It was an insane ninja explosion kind of operation, all done in like, 4 seconds. We check the price at one of those cool auto check things. $0.25. 25 cents! GOLDMINE!

so we go back, and do the same thing. Nobody saw us. No polite old men asked us to leave. But its still the most daring thing I've ever done at walmart, and probably will ever do at walmart. That's right. This old man is gonna go sit on his driveway in a lawnchair.

Well, today being friday, we didn't have school. So, I went to my sister's school to help her out with her classes because they were doing an art project today. I learned some valuable things today.

Valuable thing 1: Little kids think I'm amazing.

So, at the beginning of the afternoon class, Steph introduced me to the kids. They all said hi, were really polite. Well, shortly after that Steph was having them do stretches, you know, touch your toes, roll your shoulders, blah blah blah. I was playing along to, and when she told us to reach our hands up as high as we could, I just pretty easily was touching the ceiling.

"HOLY CRAP! HE'S REALLY TALL!"

Yeah, I'm awesome.

The little kids really thought I was cool though, it was super fun. Kindergartners aren't good at too much though. We were making paper mache, and it took them ages to do it, and they honestly got it ALL over them. They were pasted. They all looked ridiculous, but it was fun. I got to read them a story and they all applauded for me at the end. Honestly, it made me feel pretty good inside.

Its funny how small they all are though. Like miniature people with really big heads. Some kid told me he was really heavy because he weighed 50 pounds. We were all out on the playground, and they wanted me to lift them up on to the zipline. Its not a real zipline, just one of those cool things that glides along the track. Since they're too small, I lifted them up and pushed them. They thought I was pretty cool for that, but then I got some cool ideas. I just started launching kids as hard and as fast as I could. They'd go flying, then hit the wall and then come flying back. Oh it was fun.

So, the moral of the story is, go hang out with kindergartners, it's alot nicer than reality.

How I feel? Right now I'm super happy. Last night I wasn't happy at all. I couldn't smile if I tried, it blew chunks. I could have won thousands of dollars and not smiled about it. But now things are fine, and that's good. I should really write a book, but I don't think I'm going to. Since nobody really wants to hear me complain, I'm not going to. Just remember, Zorro never dies.

"...But he commands fifty!"

Whoa, it's definitely been a while since I've blogged, and I've got alot of business to talk about. Lots of pretty awesome stuff happened this week, and more awesome stuff is about to be happening pretty soon.

So, three awesome stories, starting now.

.....Go!

So, we're at cross country on tuesday, and our crazy assistant coach that lives in the woods showed up again. Now, I have no idea who this crazy guy is. He just shows up sometimes. He says he graduated from taylorsville in '91, but I'm not sure I believe him. Other than that he doesnt have any relation to the school or team at all, but they call him the assistant coach. Anywhom, he's chilling out with us before we go out to practice, and coach molen is there too.

Asst. Coach: "Hey, you mind if I talk a little race strategy with them before they go out?"

Molen: "Sure, go for it"

Asst. Coach: "Ok, what is the #1 mistake high school cross country people make?"

Girls Chorus: "Starting out too fast..."

Asst. Coach: "That's right, last meet everybody sprinted out too fast, and I was asking some other coaches about it, and they were telling me that you were supposed to sprint out, and thats just stup-"

Molen: "No, they're right, you have to sprint out or you get boxed in. You have to sprint."

Asst. Coach: "No, you really can't sprint, you've got to-"

Molen: "What are you talking about? If you don't sprint you're screwed out there."

Asst. Coach: "If you sprint out there you're gonna get ti-"

Molen: "Guys, go... just run... go, now."

And with that, we all booked it away from there as fast as we could. In the middle of this crazy man that lives in the woods' speech, molen took away his audience. The whole team was laughing about it during the whole workout, it was so cool. Ive never loved molen quite so much as I did then. Man he's cool.

Now, there was another really cool story I wanted to tell right here, but I definitely forgot it. Dang, that bites big time. Oh well, onward and upward to awesome story 3!

Yesterday in fitness for life, after we did our stretches and situps, we went out to the track to run. Now, of course Josh fallows is trash talking, because that's what he does. "Yeah, lets go run 6 straight laps backwards!" What a nutjob. Anyways, so coach, being the stallion he is, says:

"Alright, listen up. Today Josh is gonna run the mile, and we're going to watch him. If he can do it under.. oh... say 7 and a half minutes, nobody has to run. If he gets over 7 and a half, we ALL have to run."

So, Josh agrees, the time is started, and josh sprints out like a madman. At about 150 meters he plops and just goes slower than kyle in a wheelchair. After a lap of this, Coach says I can pace him, so I take coach's watch, and run with josh. Josh is running pretty slow, and he won't really speed up for me. When we finish this lap, Josh just stops. "I can't finish, I'm done".

So, Coach is pretty dissappointed, and josh is like "let thatcher finish for me" and coach says "Nah" and im like "Coach! Let me finish for him!" and he's like "No" and im like "Hey, I'll run another 3 laps under the time!" Coach says ".....Run"

So it's on. The time right now reads something like 3:30. That means I've got 4 minutes to run 3 laps. Thats a 1:20 lap. That's nothing I can't do, its just something I don't do often, especially when I'm not trained for the mile. Sure, I can run 3 miles, but not 1 really really really fast. Anywhom, I book it out of there, determined to make this happen.

So, lap one goes fine, lap two hurts, but it's alright. When I'm headed for lap 3 I check my watch and I've got about 60 seconds to do it, definitely not enough time. Well, I book it anyways, trying to make it happen. I end up crossing the finish line at 7:42, 12 seconds over the time limit.

Coach says "Well... I held you up for about 10 seconds anyways, so nobody has to run." Then he gave me a high five and pat on the back, and brought all the class together and made them cheer for me, it was pretty cool, I felt like a stallion. So, I saved the day, and had a good time doing it. I know I'm a glory hog, but boy was that fun.

It's funny, I didn't have to tell that story, because Marissa is the only one that is going to read this, and she was there, but I really wanted to tell it anyways. I really did feel cool. It made my day!

So, numerous people have asked me who I like these days. Well, I've been meaning to tell people for a long time, I just never have. So, finally, after several weeks of not doing this, I'm going to do it.

*deep breath*

I like Marissa. Again. That's right. Light your torches, pitchforks, send me letter bombs. Thats the way I feel, and if you don't like it, well, I'm sorry. But, I'm done listening to the anti-Marissa lobby.

See, I went into high school actually liking her, but I was pretty sure that that was a bad idea. Not only had she just gotten over me, and probably thought I was mostly a scumbag, but the whole anti-marissa lobby had me convinced it was a bad plan. So, I'm thinking "Ok, I go to high school, plenty of new, cute, cool girls there, things will be dandy." So, I'm totally on the prowl, searching for awesome ladies, and it just doesn't work. I honestly couldn't find a girl that met the criteria as well as marissa does. But, I was not to be discouraged, I kept searching.

Well, one half of a term later, Marissa is still winning. She's cute, modest, smart, fun to be around, She's got talent up the wazoo, and she's nice to me. She totally made my day yesterday, because she told me she was impressed. Sure, the whole class cheering for me was pretty cool and all, but her telling me good job meant alot more to me than anything else that happened that day.

I've been thinking about her alot lately, and thats the way things are. I know she doesn't like me, and that's alright. I mean, she'd be pretty stupid to like me. But that doesn't change the way that I feel. I like you Marissa, and I'm finally saying it. Hooray for me.

Well, that's all I've got for the day. There's alot more that I meant to write, but I think that will do for now. Keep on truckin' out there. Toodles~

High Fives

Today was a rather dandy day. I just got back from jogging for an hour. I ran super super slow, but I was out there for a full hour, and it felt great. I know it didn't do me much good because it was so soft, but I'm still proud of myself. I mean, that's at least 6 miles right there, if not 7. I'm going to figure it out tomorrow with my mad orienteering skills I picked up at scout camp.

School is going pretty good. I'm not gonna get a 4.0 at midterm, but I should scratch one by end of term. My CPA is gonna blow chunks, simply because of chemistry, but oh well. Nobody likes coming to class on time anyways. Everything else is an A though, and chem is an A-. I got 104 on the math test, that was kind of fun. I wonder what I'm going to get on world history, I sure hope it's good.

Cross country is coming along. Only 3 or 4 meets left. The team is really cool, and meets are actually kind of fun. I know I'm not pushing myself as hard as I could be, but I'm staying in shape, and having fun, and I think that's important right now. I know I'm not going to win any races, and my points don't count against the team because im always 6th place, so its just a happy time. I'm liking it. Endorphins are where it's at.

So, the high school lady situation... Definitely needs some work. But that's alright. It's not keeping me down or anything. I think I'm going to start programming again. Now that I know that im not gonna program for a living, I can just play around in visual basic and not feel guilty about not learning C++. Hooray, maybe I'll finally finish snake;).

So, my life right now is going pretty good. The girl I like doesn't notice me, but that's fine. I'm quite content to play frisbee and grow up to be a lonely old man. So, yeah, marathon here I come. High fives.

(r^2 / 2) - (r * 0.5) + 1

That's the answer! That thing took me 1.5 hours to figure out, but I sure figured it out, and its definitely right. That little line of numbers made me more happy than I have been in a very long time. Let me tell the story:

Today in physics we got 2 worksheets. One was a very repetitive and boring one about converting pounds to grams, grams to ounces, miles to kilometers, etc. etc.

However, the other worksheet we got was another pattern exercise. There were 2 pyramids of numbers, and we had to find out the formulas for the first number on the line, the middle number, and the last number, then do some work with that. The first one was really easy, and I figured it out in class pretty quick. The bell rang as I finished it, so I didn't even look at the second one.

Well, I found myself at home today with alot of spare time, so I decided to bust out the worksheet and get it done. I've felt pretty motivated to get all my work done this year, so I got it out and looked at it.

Now, there are a few things in life that I take as direct challenges. One of them is a math problem that I know has an answer, but that I can't figure it out.

I sat there for about 10 minutes, just trying the basics, trying to figure out the formula. Nothing made any sense, and I just tried and I tried. After 20 minutes of this, my mom thought I was a dork for sitting here this long looking at a piece of paper, and I felt a little stupid. However, I knew that there must be an answer, so onward I plodded, trying and trying.

And then, our power went out. The house was bathed in darkness, and I found doing math a little difficult. Not to be discouraged I went out on the front porch, so I could catch the last rays of the sunset. It was here my epiphany struck. "You should divide r^2 by 2 and see what you get."

Aha! After 1 whole hour of racking my brain trying to get this, I honestly got it. I tested my formula out with all the numbers, and it came out perfectly. I DID IT. I conquered the challenge. I was honestly dancing around the house and singing because I was so happy. That made my night. There is a very good feeling involved in getting something you really really really work for. I worked super hard for that formula, and I finally got it. Nothing stands in my way now. I figured it out. I beat it. I conquered the number pyramid. Fear me.

Thoughts on Frisbee

PC Cillin, you've made a powerful enemy today.

Oh, don’t worry, I had just written up a pretty long blog about all my hopes and dreams and wishes, when it decided to jack me, and get rid of it. Now, this is mostly my fault. It’s about 12:06, and I know it always happens around now. And I am using firefox, so I was asking for it. But c'mon, that’s just not even cool.

Dang. That’s irritating.

Anyways, things are going a lot better. I'm not going to rewrite everything I had written before about New Orleans. I had my really cool plan for rebuilding it all drawn up. But now that’s gone, and I don’t want to rewrite it, so I'll commence where I left off, at Frisbee.

Mainly, I want to build a Frisbee empire. Frisbee is not a high school sport like Frisbee, but I think one day it will have the potential to become one. I want to make that happen. My dad was trying to trick me into doing an eagle project a couple weeks ago. Whenever I was looking for ideas, he'd say "Well, what are you passionate about?" The only thing that I could think of that I was passionate about was Frisbee. Perhaps I shall make Frisbee a recognized sport for granite district. If not, maybe I'll die trying. Chances are neither of those two scenarios will come to fruition, but I can sure try.

So, here's the plan.

Step 1 is to get a ton of people playing Frisbee on a regular basis like we had last summer. Last summer every Friday all of Andrew’s buddies would get together and play Frisbee at night. I always went along because sometimes they needed extra guys, and I loved it. See, problem is they were all seniors, and now most of that generation is off and away at college. So that leaves me to create it again. There's a Frisbee vacuum here, and somebody has to fill it.

Step 2 is to get us to be an official club. Everyone and their dog can make a club if they can get a teacher to sponsor them for club rush week or whatever the crud it is. My plan is to trick somebody into letting me make an ultimate Frisbee club. That's crucial.

Step 3 is to find other people like us from other schools. I'm sure there are a bunch of people from cottonwood that get together to play. My mission is to find them, and then challenge them. Imagine if you and a bunch of friends always get together to play and then some ruffians from Murray send you a DVD that challenges you to a game. Not only are you infuriated at their boldness, but you determine to beat them, so you practice harder, and get ready for a crazy good game.

Step 4 is very similar to step 3. We find more people, and set them up to play other people. I set myself up a nice little website with a schedule, forums, stats, and all that other cool business. Pretty soon, clubs from schools are meeting up, playing, and getting better.

Step 5 ends in a tournament. Organize an official tournament, run by myself, and offer an actual prize. Now, prizes are hard to come by. But it'd have to be something actually worth it. Money perhaps? Or maybe I could get some local business to donate something. Anyways, it'd be publicized.

Step 6 is the culmination of my eagle project. After establishing clubs in all the schools around, I send a killer letter/DVD to granite district, telling them that if they don’t support it as a real sport I'm going to blow up a building. They're forced to accept, and ultimate Frisbee is now a high school sport. I go on to receive a Nobel Prize for my work, and live happily ever after in my gym shorts.

Doesn't that sound like an awesome plan? I would so love to play ultimate Frisbee against another team. We always just played pickup games with Andrew, but to get an organized team against somebody else you've never seen before. That'd be amazing. It'd be even cooler if it was against someone you had a grudge against, like Murray. Ultimate Frisbee has potential to take off super super fast. All it needs is a little encouragement. Tada!

So, basically I really wanna play Frisbee. I'm Frisbee hungry. I'm tempted to buy me one of those cool FlashFlights. I will champion the cause of Ultimate Frisbee. There will be no stopping me. It'd be a dream come true to play college Frisbee. That'd be so amazingly fun. Frisbee for life.

Mediocre

0-49. Good game warriors. Last football game I ever go to on my own free will.

As I sat there in the bleachers by myself I realized something: I'm pretty dumb.

Yeah, I don't talk to people anymore. For whatever reasons, I just don't do it. Right now I'd be more content to sit and stare at a random piece of sidewalk than carry on a conversation with a girl. Not that I don't want to talk,but it seems I can't talk these days. Why? I don't know, I'm just socially retarded.

So, I'm not very excited about that piece of news. Pretty sad about it actually. I don't have friends at high school, and that blows chunks. Kyle's gone, twins are gone. No classes with any of them really. I've got like, 40 minutes with kyle on gold days, but that's band and we don't talk. No lunch with the boys either. I sat alone at lunch today for about half the time till courtney and wilma and hali came and sat by me. This is weird business.

I didn't go running today. Boo. I like running, even though it hurts afterwards its good for me. I guess im going to do that tomorrow, probably about 4. Sounds like fun.

So yeah, I'm pretty down tonight, but I'll be dandy when I wake up tomorrow morning. isn't that cool? this whole sadness thing never makes it through a good nights rest or a good nap. Convenient.

Anyways, enough emotional business for a whole day and a half.

Today in seminary Brother Pearce gave us this cool assignment. He split us all into groups of 4, and then said we're going to play a game. Now, there's only one rule to the game. "Build the tallest tower" Then he handed out some straws, some tape, and a couple index cards. He gave different ammounts to each group. Well, my group ended up with 2 straws, an index card, and a bunch of tape. It was me, robert, courtney, and malyssa.

We were very much lacking materials, but we had some killer brains behind the project. We decided that if I stood on a desk, and robert was on my shoulders, and robert had some straws taped to his forehead, we could probably win. Now, we didn't win. A conglomerate of 4 groups actually ended up beating us, but we were dang close to winning the imaginary prize. I nearly killed robert, that was pretty cool. The moral of the story is, when you're trying to make a tower, dont make a conglomerate of 4 groups, it makes me feel bad when I lose.

Umm, I don't have anything to do tomorrow, and i'm happy about that. No work, no school, no family reunions. Days off are pretty nice.

So.... yeah. happy business.

Ice Bath

Sorry this isn't in my other blog Marissa, I'm not feeling too philosophical tonight. But, I do feel like blogging like a madman, so here I am.

Yesterday night I was pretty down when I wrote. Here I am though, and things are looking up a lot more, so you get the rebound blog tonight, hooray.

School today was pretty fun business. Physics is going to be a really good class once it warms up I think, right now it’s merely ok. Most of the class was still finishing the worksheet from yesterday because they didn't get it, so we didn't get much work. We got one new worksheet, and I got that done so I had about 40 minutes to do nothing. So, I did nothing, it was fun. I'm pretty afraid to take naps in high school yet, so I kept myself awake. I'm sure I'll break that habit soon. Olsen (The teacher) is one of the funniest guys around. He doesn't try to be funny, and he's pretty lame, and that’s the cool and awesome part. He's got a mullet, it’s amazing. But its not like a white trash mullet, it’s just a mullet. He's always got a sort of dazed look on his face, and doesn't talk very much or very fast. It’s just the little simple stuff he says that's so awesome, it’s great. He's a really likeable guy, even though he's slow at everything. He's a stud muffin.

World history turned out pretty good today, I really like MJ. Me and Jason decided that we were going to call him MG because he's a gangster, but that probably won't happen. Andrew told me he was a loser, so I wasn’t looking forward to the class, but he's ended up way cool. We split the group into "tribes" today, and had 15 minutes to set up a government and a culture, and all agree upon it. Then we had to go up in front of the class and he'd ask us questions. It was pretty fun business, and a real clever way to get to know other people. It was definitely as good as Alsop's whole "line up in order of birth without talking." thing we did in 7th grade. I really wish teachers would do more of this 'get to know each other' stuff. I think its pretty fun, and that’s most of the fun of high school anyways, the other people. We totally got our butts kicked today though in world history. We all walked in, and the class managed to get it 97% segregated. All the guys on one side, all the girls on the other. And now that’s the permanent seating arrangement for the term at least. Crazy talk eh? No flirting in that class... unless it’s with Jason.

Band was crazy talk today. The really awesome thing about high school is that we've got 6 trombones, and they're all pretty good. I'm easily the worst one, but I think I like it that way. Junior high we never had enough trombones, and I was usually the best one, I had to lead. That meant that I had to know what I was doing, which I didn’t do most of the time. With all these other guys it’s really easy to pick stuff up from them, and follow for now. I'm not good at sight-reading, and it’s nice to kinda learn the tunes off of them. I'm doing a ton better than I expected to though, and I'm happy about that. Doc made me improvise 4 measures of solo today, and I'm pretty sure I bombed it, but the fact that I did it makes me happy. Playing that stuff is really really fun. I'm liking it a lot.

English was great, I read all day. 20,000 leagues under the sea. I'm not sure if that’s the book I want to do my book project on or not, but it’s pretty interesting to read for now. It's always interesting to read old books, like ones from back in the day. They are a lot different, and aren't really written the same. The language is still the same, but just the styles are a lot different. But I'm learning from it, and its fun and interesting, so I'm liking it. I really like to just sit and read, it’s relaxing and lets you just be in your own bubble. I don't read enough, but I like it.

So, now to the actual fun stuff. After school I went and ran cross country again, and I'm getting really excited about it. There are a ton of cool people on the team, and it's going to be great to get back into shape. I'm considering trying to break a 5 minute mile this year. I think I can probably do it. We ran 4 miles today, pretty slow, but 4 miles nonetheless. It was pretty laid back, and we all moved as a team.

After we got back, the whole team was super excited because today we got to do ice baths. They talked about it like it was some sacred ritual that would make you run faster, jump higher, and look better. So, I was excited about it. Now, thinking about the words "Ice bath" you can pretty much guess what it is, but it just didn't really click for me.

What happens is we go into this little dingy room off of the weight room. There's an ice machine in there, a sink, one of those beds they have in doctor’s offices, and a metal tub on wheels. It probably holds about 75 gallons, I don't really know. Any whom, you put a hose on the sink, and fill up the tub. All the while you are shoveling a ton of ice into the water.

Now, for some reason this all seemed really elaborate to me. Like it was a super super complex and super cool process, and that this tub was special. Nope. It’s just a tub with a bunch of ice water in it. However, the whole team regarded it with reverence, so I did too.

...and then we got in it.

Good crap. The tub fit 2 people at a time, and you had to kneel in there for 10 or 15 minutes, depending on what you wanted to do. It came up to my waist about, just a little below it. It was honestly the coldest thing I've ever done. 15 minutes, kneeling there motion-less in water that couldn't be more than 40 degrees.

As soon as you get in everything underwater hurts. It felt like my toes were getting attacked by some sort of mongoose. After about minute two I really wanted to get out, but I was determined to ride it out, and stay in there. So, 15 minutes later, me and nokesy got out. Standing on numb legs is really crazy. You can feel em, but not really. Walking is a very dangerous and difficult thing to do. My legs were 100% red, it was pretty ugly. I’ve never seen human flesh look that red. It felt like it was a bunch of frozen meat you were getting out of the freezer. Pretty dang gross.

Sometime later I regained feeling in my legs. Word on the street is an ice bath is supposed to make it so you're not sore anymore, and makes your muscles cooler or something. Yeah, it didn't work, I'm sore. Not amazingly sore, but still sore. So, I spent an extra 2 hours at the school, and froze my butt off for no real reason, but it was still pretty fun, and I enjoyed it. Plus, it makes a really cool story to tell on your blog that a whole 2 people read.

That being said, its time to move on. Drama is getting a lot better. I actually talked to Jenny last night after I blogged, and we kinda worked things out. The last words she said to me were:
"ur dumb, and now I'm going to bed" But it’s still an improvement. I'm happy about that. It ends up she has to move back up here pretty soon, and she's really upset about that. She's convinced that once she moves up here I'll never talk to her again. What is with all these girls pointing out the fact that I'm socially retarded all the sudden? Can't we just give me a break?

And, I talked to hope today on the phone (That’s right, phone conversation with a girl). That was good, and made me worry about her less. So, she's not crazy, that is good news.

So, life is mostly on the up and up, I’m excited about this. Tomorrow night I'm either going to a football game, some sort of shindig, or setting up a new Jolene. I'd definitely like money from Jolene, high school is expensive. But things are going to be good any whom. Life is going to move on rather nicely I hope. My foot sure hurts, but that'll go away like it always does, and in the meantime, I’m going to enjoy having a good nights sleep. G'night everybody.

The week of August 29th

Wow, what an insane week. Mine and Peter’s brainchild isn't quite breathing yet, do to lack of motivation. We're pretty lame, I know, you don't have to remind us.

So, I'm now officially a high school student. I even go to a high school. These first 3 days have been really crazy, some good, and some bad. I'll give you the lowdown.

First off, I went from being known by everybody, and knowing everybody in 9th grade to being a speck in the midst of an incalculable number of other specks. No teachers know my name, I don't know teachers names. I don't know all the halls, and I don't know which key opens the auditorium or the storage room upstairs. For some reason that weirds me out. I was pretty used to being king of the mountain. And now here I am, a loser.

Taylorsville is a lot different from Eisenhower. The first difference you will notice is that the teachers are not trying to feed you the myth of the mad axe man like they were at Eisenhower. You see, the teachers at Eisenhower would have us believe that there is a mad axe man waiting outside the door of every class room, and if you go outside he's going to mutilate your body. Now, when the bell rings he leaves for approximately 5 minutes, and when the next bell rings, he comes back. Now, an ugly orange vest will ward him off for a small amount of time, but if he's exposed to it too much he'll become immune and kill you anyways. Don't go outside, or you're going to die.

Now, Taylorsville doesn’t really care if you're in class on time or not. They give you 20 minutes to be tardy. After 20 minutes, it's considered a sluff. "Uhhh... my locker was jammed.... and it took my 19 minutes to get a drink.... and uhhhh... I like your shirt." "Alright, try to be on time next time."

I mean what the devil? Quite a difference. The next main difference is the amazing lack of windows. All the rooms seem like little prison cells. Maybe I'm just getting use to my glasses, but everything seems a lot darker and drearier. I want windows dangit, and I want sufficient lighting. That pale orange glow just isn't doing it for me these days.

Since it’s the first week of school, I'm still afraid of everybody. So, nobody talks in classes yet, and that makes things very boring and very lonely. Sure the teachers are lecturing all the time, but it'd be nice to have some human interaction for once. I sure hope I meet friends, because right now its pretty slim pickin's.

However, the classes are pretty good. Most of my teachers are alright, and I'm learning things, or on the way to learning things. My only gripe right now is algebra. My teacher tries to get us to teach each other... without teaching us first. That'd work great if she'd let us, but she doesn't. She kinda just... plods on, with everybody else drowning in the wake. If I didn't already know what was going on today, I would have been 100% lost. Bad news, I’m a little worried about that class.

Other than that the physical aspects of the school are alright. I'm looking forward to actually getting to work, it'll be nice.

Now, that's not to say that the drama side of high school is done and settled. That's a whole different animal, one that isn't going to be slain any time soon.

Junior high was nice, like I said, I knew everybody. Not anymore. I don't know anybody, and all the people I used to know are now scattered to the far reaches of the galaxy. My classes are all mixed up. The most recurring person in my classes is either Courtney or some girl named Valerie from bennion. No Kyle, no Levi, no James, no Jason. Not even a nick. Pretty lonely business for a guy who relied on his friends for so much back in the day.

So, we're forced to find new friends. Too bad we're all afraid of each other.

There's a really cool kid named Austin (Yeah, the 6'5" one) that is in my physics class that I really wanna be buds with. He's just a stallion. However, I'm afraid to talk to the poor boy, and I just assume he's afraid to talk to me. That or he just doesn’t want to talk to me. Either way, high school is lonely business.

Speaking of lonely business, neither Hope nor Jenny speaks to me now. I know why Jenny isn't talking to me, that's understandable. I have no idea what is going on with Hope though. Sigh, I'm tired of drama. Can't we all just get along and be happy?

...apparently not

I don’t know how all this madness is going to turn out. I hope ever so much that high school ends up alright. I want things to go back to normal, or at least some semblance of it. I miss playing frisbee. I miss talking to people. All in all, I miss my junior high kingdom we had all built up.

But, things are going to be dandy. I need more sleep, and I think my English teacher needs some medication, but other than that we're going to be ok. I'm running cross country, and I'm sore for the first time in what seems a year. I never got sore last year, I don’t know what the deal was. This year I stretch out like crazy and I still get way sore. Maybe I'm just out of shape. In fact, I am out of shape, but that’s not the point. I want to get good at this whole running business, that'd be great.

All emo business aside. I'm tired of drama. Girls are poo. Guys are pretty stupid for trying to make them into what they want them to be. I want a windmill. Alright, have a nice day everybody, I'll be back (and probably happy) sometime later.

Oh, and my heart goes out to all the Katrina victims. very sad business.

*airdrop care package*

I dont want to blog right now

I'm only doing this because I said I would. I'm super tired right now, and would much rather be asleep. However, in order to keep myself from being a pansy boy, I am writing this. Merry Christmas Marissa.

So whats new in my life? Ah, not too much. I finally have a real week of summer, and Im going to use it to the best of my ability. This is only the 3rd week that I havent had something happening. Every other week was either camping or working. Hooray for weeks off. I'm having a very good time being lazy.

I went to Eisenhower this morning because Brough wanted to meet with me about the world geography project. Because we had alot of people that weren't quite sharp enough to check copyrights, we had to change the situation dramatically. Now its going to be alot more like a crazy list than an actual project. It's still going to be really cool, but its going to change alot. Don't worry folks, all your hard work will still go into it, its just going to be alot different. Brough was talking about me getting college hours for doing this, but I sure don't think that's gonna happen. He's pretty excited about it though, it should be alright. So that's what i get to do this week. He wants it done by tuesday. That shouldn't be too tough, I've just got to do it I guess. Should be great.

Last week was scout camp. That was crazy talk. There were alot of really good parts, but there were also alot of hard parts. I was the oldest kid there from my troop, and I dont have any real friends from the troop. I took a couple merit badge classes, but I was mostly there as additional leadership. We have a ton of boys that required constant babysitting, and that just wore me out. I'm tired of ADD kids. I was honestly considering living as a hermit for the rest of my life after camp. However, now that i've returned to society I'm back to normal. Hooray.

Things on the girl front are finally good after a couple months of poo. Right now I officially don't like anybody. That makes things alot easier for right now. I'm determined that I'm not going to talk to the next girl I like. Maybe I won't even know her name. She probably won't know I exist. Thats gonna be so much easier cause that way you dont have to worry about friendships. You don't have to worry about talking to her, because you don't really know she's there. Its a very simple situation. Aye, girls are poonuts. Im afraid of them I tells ya, nothing but trouble. However, it is very nice to be friends with Hope again. I guess there are just some times when you have to say "alrighty, I'll do it for the team." But, all vague comments aside, things are finally pretty good. I'm not gonna say they're perfect, but they're pretty good.

I've determined I dont wanna be a programmer anymore. I'm dropping that class and I'm going to take chemistry instead. I have no idea what I'm going to end up doing with my life. I don't wanna be a dud. I wanna change the world, do something great. Right now I'm pretty interested in making alternative energy a viable option. I have no idea how I'm going to do that though. I'm thinking I've got to work microorganisms into it somehow, fuse solar energy with photosynthesis or something, but it'd be tough. I want to work for GE, that'd be a killer job.

Registration is on thursday. My schedule is all screwy so it doesnt mean anything though. Ive got to change alot of stuff, and I'm not looking forward to it. I hate being a hassle, I'd much rather just be convenient. I hate making the counselors jobs harder for them. So, thursdays Ive got to go get my schedule, then on mass change day see if I can make it into chemistry. I sure hope I didnt get put in TVTV. I let them put my name down because they actively recruited me, but I dont really want to be in that class. Sure It'd be fun, and i'd probably be good at it, but I dont wanna end up doing that whole scene again. I'm kinda tired of doing everything ya know? I wanna worry about my education, not about the welfare of the school.

Sigh, my bloodsugar has totally been screwed up. Scout camp was pretty hard because I was just shooting from the hip most of the time and had no idea where I was. And now I can't seem to get myself under 200. my average for today was around 300, its a joke. Sigh, I need to get better at that or my kidneys are going to hate me by the time I'm 25. I think running with cross country is going to help alot, but my doctor isn't going to be too pleased with how this summer has gone. See, the thing is, its all my fault. There's nothing in this whole diabetic deal that is random. It all makes perfect sense. If I'm a high number, I know that's my fault. If I'm low, I know that's my fault. In a way that is a very secure feeling, but at the same time it sucks big time. I kinda wish I could say this was someone else's fault, but its not. If I end up dead its my own dear fault. Thats why I never talk about it. This is the first time you've ever really heard me complain about my bloodsugar sucking. Thats because its my fault. I need to get back in control, and thats just been difficult because I've been unwilling to make the changes necessary. I guess I ought to though, so Ima do that.

So, me and peter have a great scheme to make things work out for us awesomely. I'm not sure if we're ready to unveil it to the world yet, but in the near future we're gonna be doing something pretty cool. Expect good things I tell ya. Peter is a pretty smart kid. Sure he's not the exact clone of me that I thought he was for a bit, but he's way intelligent. I figure he's probably gonna end up making more money than me some day.

Me and Andrew and Nathan have another awesome scheme under way. This one will be a little harder to pull off, but if it works its gonna be amazing. It will take a ton of work to get it started, and i'm afraid it might not happen. You see, we're really great at thinking stuff up, but we never really follow through. I sure hope we're able to follow through on this one.

So, this week's schedule: (In case you want to stalk me)

Tuesday: Work on World Geography Project (WGP)
Play Halo with Levi james and kyle
Practice Starcraft with Peter

Wednesday: Scouts
Work on WGP
2v2 starcraft match with peter

Thursday: Registration
Super cool after registration party
Halo/Stomp, depending on how I feel

Friday: Finish WGP
Party like a madman.


So yeah, it sounds like fun. I hope this week ends up good. Right now im just blasted tired. I'm excited for high school though. And i'm way excited about these 2 schemes. Well, I suppose its time i ran off. It's weird not liking anybody. Its totally different. I don't do it too often, and its just weird. so yeah, thats Christopher Thatcher's world in a nutshell for ya. Goodnight Marissa, since you're the only weirdo weird enough to read this.

Haha Suckers!

Strong/Smart! Hooray!

Yeah, ends up it was a good decision, AND that it was an act of manly strongness, not girly weakliness.

Yeah, Isn't that cool? You don't get to know what it is, but just know that it's cool.

Fine, Here's the main explanation of what happened, very short.

~I had the oppurtunity to view some stuff that was supposed to be secret. I wasn't supposed to see it. However, I had a great oppurtunity to see it. And I chose not to. ~

Short one today

Well, work was real easy today, we got 3 rooms done in 3 hours. We bailed at 12 for multiple reasons, had we stayed the whole time, we would have finished off creekside. I'm about 70% done with Levi and James' and Hope's present. It should be pretty cool.

Well, tonight I made a decision. I'll fill you in on it later, but it was either one of the strongest things I've done in a long time, or one of the weakest. It was also one of the smartest, or one of the dumbest.

I'm now taking bets... Whether it was strong/weak, or smart/dumb. Comment with your guesses;)
If you get it right, well, we'll find out later. And no, I'm not telling you what it is till later. For my sake I hope its strong/smart. But of course, that's probably not gonna happen.

Well, g'night, we'll keep you posted. PUN!

Crisis Averted!

Alrighty, drama over. Things are good again, thank you for your concern. (like you even read that post before this one was posted.. yeah right)

I got a good nights sleep last night, talked to hope, and it ends up she doesnt hate me, so things are good again. My average for the day has been about 130. Yay, things are good again.

That is all. Rock on chillins.

...And the last seat on the plane is next to you

sigh, this week kinda blows, but I guess it's alright. It just kinda seems like everything is piling up against me, it's kinda wearing me down ya know? I might as well not have friends anymore. I either don't get to talk to them, get annoyed whenever I do talk to them, or they don't wanna talk to me, so it's a crappy system.

I started work last saturday, and it's tuesday night right now. That means I've worked 3 days. 6 hours the first day, 6 the 2nd, and 4 today. That's 16 hours, that means 112 bucks. I guess that's pretty cool, but it's been super super hard. We're doing tear up right now, and its just ridiculous.

We're doing parkside right now, and this is the school that I've always heard horror stories about. Last year we didnt have to do tear up, and every single day sharpe would remind me how lucky we were that we didn't have to tear up parkside. Well, he wasn't overexaggerating.

The carpet is only 5 years old, and whoever put it down sure was liberal with that glue. In all seriousness, the carpet will tear itself to shreds before it'll come off of the floor. We just spend at least 7 hours in one room, spread over 3 days. It's just insane, I don't know why it is the way it is. The boss showed up and agreed to let us soak the last room in there, maybe that'll help. All I know is that we busted a scraper on that carpet, and those are supposed to be indestructible. Im kinda tired of how hard it is, I hope horizon will be easier.

You know, in all reality, I'm tired of everything. I know my schedule probably isn't any more full than anyone else's, but I feel like I'm never home. It feels like I can't take care of myself anymore, I'm always ready to yell at people, and I'm just freaking out. I know I ought to be happy, there's no real reason to be sad. Sigh, I guess I'm just freaking out.

I suppose I have to stop expecting other people to magically make me happy, because it's just not happening anymore. It's pretty stupid to rely on someone else to make you happy, or at least let them make you sad. I'm not sure what I've done or haven't done, but it kinda seems like things are just falling apart all over the place. My health, my friends, myself, it's pretty lame.

Of course, things will all be better in a couple days, they always are. In a way that's dissappointing, in another it's good. I guess I'll consider it good this time. All I really wanna do is complain, but I have no right to, so I suppose I'll hold my peace. Sorry for the lack of happiness this time, I'm a little tired of everything.

Singing In The Rain

What a week. Summer is upon us at last, and I'm not sure how cool that is. I mean sure, sleeping in, but is that really worth all the boredom? I'm pretty sure I'd rather wake up and go to school than sleep till 12 and be horrendously bored the rest of the day. But, since that's not currently the case, I'm going to enjoy my summer holiday as much as possible.

I start work on Saturday, that's gonna be super awesome. It's just muscle work, which I'm not good at. I like to pretend I'm good at alot of stuff, but pretending I'm strong is just a bad idea. I really could make myself strong, but I'm not too dedicated to it. So I'm stuck benching a max of about 100 lbs, and trying to carry around huge amounts of carpet all summer.

In all seriousness I'm excited for it though. Nothing else really ever makes me work too hard. And now I get to go slave away like a madman for some honest pay. And ya know what? I earn every single penny that I get out of it, and that's a good feeling. Sure, maybe I could score a good job where I get to sit and think all day and get paid for it, but I'll do that for free. Give me a good job where I can come home with a bruised shoulder, a back that's dreadfully sore, and a good days pay, and I'll keep coming back, morning after morning.

I'm super excited, I get to hang with Sharpe, his son Buddy, and whatever other lackey he roped into it. I hope he's not an 8th grader. I'd rather be the small guy like last year. If I'm not the weakest guy there, we're gonna have some serious problems.

All in all, it should be good, and I should walk off with a very good looking pay check.

Well, back to life as it is, recounting my tales. Last night I got a call from Trevor Whiting, asking me if I wanted to practice with the Taylorsville Cross Country team in the mornings. I felt pretty studly, because I was getting recruited, and I told him I'd be there. Yeah, it ends up they called Kyle first, and he told him to call me. Booo, that kinda made me feel less cool, but that's ok I guess.

So I show up at the track this morning at 7, and there was some seriously crazy rain. It was just coming down like madness. Torrential Rain fall, take shelter immediately. Well, someone stupid decided we should still go running, so away we went, there were about 7 of us.

Well, the thing about running around in torrential rainfall is that you get a little wet. When you get wet, you get cold, and your clothes start to gain weight. You're breathing cold air in for the first time in 3 months, you're soaking wet, and you haven't run since the district track meet several weeks ago. So, pretty much everything hurt. I didn't manage to run the whole thing, I had to stop and walk, and I was pretty disappointed in myself. But oh well, I guess I'll get better tomorrow right? I didn't stretch today, so I'm pretty sore, but things will be fine. It'll be good to go running, get me in shape, help me control stuff, it’ll be good. I’m not sure I'm gonna be able to still go running once my job starts, I hope I'll be able to, we'll see.

It was my birthday a week ago, it was really cool. Everybody was really nice to me, and things were just fun. I even got cupcakes from Hope and Tania. It was loads of fun. Today was Hope's birthday. I haven't really gotten her anything yet, and I feel kinda bad about that. But I'm gonna make something really cool that I think she's gonna like, so that's good I guess.

The girl situation is pretty nice. It ends up Marissa isn't evil, that kinda blew me away a little when I heard it. I was pretty used to being bitter. But now things are starting to be better between me and her, and things are going to work out. Hope is still awesome, and I've got a friend back. Hooray for me!

Life is on the up and up. Work starts soon, I'm gonna start learning a little stuff on my own, I've got great friends, things are good.

I Love Church

Last night was definately an adventure. Somebody dropped the drama bomb or something, and the whole world is still shaking from it. Im not sure what's going down. It really irritated me, and everything was just stupid. The posse was being annoying, girls were being annoying, everything was stupid.

So I woke up this morning less than happy. I went to BYC, and it was alot longer than it needed to be, I kept throwing my pen on my shirt on accident so I get all marked up, and I was just ready to smack something. I was more irritated then than I have been in a very long time.

Well, I went to church irritated, and it made everything better. Sure, girls are still stupid. Sure, the world is still stupid. But that's alright, I can deal with that now. Church makes everything better, I love the feeling you get when you go. The world just tosses you around and pushes you down, but you go to church and everything is just so right. All these problems just go away, and you can be peaceful for a couple hours. I love it.

Well, now im back in the world. And in the process of writing this I could definately feel it. But things are going to be ok, just hold on to those good feelings I guess.

Anybody got a pet ram?

Anybody got a pet ram? Cause if you did that'd be great.

Whee, it's been a while, but I'm back. It's currently 9:24, I'm gonna blog till 10, then hopefully get to sleep before my usual, it'll be great fun.

Life update: The final four nerd game was awesome. I honestly think it was the best game we played this year. We went into it knowing that they would be the hardest team we'd have faced to that point, and we were ready for them. Round one was a normal round one, 20 to 23. Round 2 will go down in the history books of the nerd team for ages. I was pretty nervous about it, because I've always got to be in charge, and half the time I screw things up bad. They already showed us they knew stuff, so we had to be on our toes. The first card got dropped, and it was a bunch of cities, and I had to find out what state they were in. We were pretty close, but they got us on the speed, and we got hosed, they tied it at 23-23.

At this point, something awesome happened. Either the other team got the crap stupored out of them, or we got some divine intervention on our side, but we just started owning. We went on an 11-0 run. 33 points in 11 minutes. We took the next 11 questions straight, and they couldn't touch us. By the end, it was 56 to 23. Round 3 and 4 were mostly boring, but the moral of the story is, round 2 was the coolest thing ive ever seen in a nerd game. w00t.

And so we were on to the national championship game, to be held in 1 week. We were all pumped up, we all came to practice, and it was like good old regular season times. No more of this "Ive got track" crap, oh no, we all showed up and worked. We were finally unified at practice again, and it was great. We knew that the final game would be like nothing we'd ever seen before. They were the only team that scared us even a little, but we would be ready.

Well, the game was today, and in a way, it was something we'd never seen before. We got our butts kicked in round 2. they got 6 questions, we got 3. I got hosed by 8th graders! North carolinean 8th graders! But no worries. At the end of the 2nd quarter, it was something like 28 to 24. We were up by 4, but that wouldnt mean anything, and we all knew it, we were a tad worried.

Quarter 3 was great, our team did really good, and got a 23. Their team, well, they were kinda funny. I gotta admit, they did cover most of the subject material, but they did it in a way that was just plain hilarious. They did the whole schoolhouse rock business, minus the singing. One person would say one line, then another guy would pop in with his over-enthusiastic voice, and say one more line, and after that, another guy would pop in. Lather, rinse, and repeat. I wasn't watching their choreography too much, but they did some cool dance moves. It was like the drama club all took happy pills, and got good all the sudden.

Anyways, we gave them 18's or something for being overly dramatic, the other guys gave them 24. They were mad about our ratings, so they protested it, and we waited for about 10 minutes for the crazy lady to talk on the phone with the all knowing suzy.

so, we went into round 4 up by only 8 points or something fun like that. Round 4 started, and we took off, and kicked their butts. we outscored them by 14 points, and you could just see them developing eating disorders as we abused them over the satellite. I thought I did great, I got a couple free for alls, and I was just happy as could be.

So, we won. We are now the NAL national champions. I'm super happy about it, but I'm pretty sure more people are excited about it than I am. We win. Hooray. We don't get much for it though;)

After we won, we went back to the school, and the whole school came out to meet us, it was great fun, they were cheering and all that business, yeeha. We went and ate some pizza, then hung out and played around at some dude's playground. It was great business, I had so much fun. We did some relay races on the balloons, and just had great fun. I had the privalege to pull Marissa down off of a wall and push her on the floor. Check that one off the list too.

Well, we win. 3 years of study, games, and staying after finally paid off. Good work team.

Well, life is good. I got a crazy freelance graphics job the other day, that's insanity. Brough's son Michael kinda hired me to make a logo for his company by next monday. That'd be great, minus the fact that I have NO idea how to do it. But, it'll get done, and it'll be pretty good I'm hoping, I gotta get crackin on that though, because that's definately not my area of expertise.

Things are pretty nice, Im way excited for summer, and way excited for stuff. Someday I just might be a mime, but probably not. Girls are still weird, so is kyle. I don't understand a lot of stuff about all that jazz, but oh well. Why when james likes a girl is it cute, and when I did it was satanic? Good question Christopher, I'll log that away.

Anyways, stuff is good, Im a champion, and not just cause my socks say so this time. w00t, have a great life.

It's been a while

Boy oh boy its been a while since I last posted, and loads has happened. Lets review shall we?

Tech fair: After spending an estimated 8 hours editing that blasted 7 minute video, we lost. We took 4th place. A project entitled "DDR For Health" beat ours. Mind you, they didn't produce a product, they merely played DDR, and had a poster board with information. Pretty lame, but oh well, im not bitter or anything, oh no.

Really, I'm not that sad about it. Im pretty happy with things. Im super happy about my project, I think it went very well. That is the single hardest project I've ever had to do. I put more time into that than I have anythign else for school. And ya know, I thought it was good. I can edit videos, check that off the list.

School: Ok, so this whole not going to school business is just bad news. Right now, im failing geography. I've got a map test to make up, a regular test, and just lots of junk. Spanish is insane. Im 2 units behind, and there is alot of stuff that I just can't make up anymore. Its gonna take a serious buttload of buttkissing to make this work. Everything else is fine. I finally am going to school on a regular basis now, its pretty nice actually.

Drama: Ah, no worries, im liking stuff. I figure girls are cool and all, just kinda stupid sometimes. or maybe i'm just stupid sometimes. But the moral of the story is, girls are too much trouble. You see, computers work out great. Its all boolean facts.

Is it working right: yes/no
Do you know how to work it: yes/no
if it doesnt work: Is it plugged in right? yes/no
See, you checked, and think it is, but you know its not. Check again: yes/no
Right, it wasn't plugged in right. Plug it in. yes/no
Fixed. Hooray!

See, 5 simple steps to fixing a problem with a computer. Computers like me, I just don't see why girls don't. In the end, I'm alot more excited about setting up that linux box this summer than I am about hanging out with girls.

*note*

I'm sorry to dissappoint some of you out there, but despite how my last paragraph sounds, I just don't swing that way. Sorry Tim.

*end note*

Speaking of linux boxes, I'm gonna set up a linux box! Im gonna ressurect Jolene and make her my programming machine. What's really gonna happen, is im gonna buy myself a new hard drive, CD Drive, nice mouse, and maybe speakers. Then, im gonna put those in my good machine, and the old ones in Jolene. then, after agonized efforts of installin linux, I will have 2 computers! Vroom. And one will be legal! How cool is that?! That's never happened before!

So, the job for this summer is pretty much 100% lined up. w00tah! Things are working out finally. Finally everything starts falling together. The final 4 nerd game is on tuesday, we play live against weber. We'll let you know how it goes. Chances are we'll own em.

Everything's Comin' Up Milhouse!

Ay!

Yeah, I get to go to school once this week. The rest of the time, I'm off and away to other junk. Tuesday is the one day I go. Monday we had the nerd game at the U, wednesday is the San Francisco field trip, thursday the jazz band festival, and friday the spanish fair. It's seriously crazy business.

So, today and tomorrow all I get to do is edit this blasted tech fair video. It is gonna work out really nice I hope. It's set up great, and will work for sure. If not, well, we'll worry about that later eh?

No, seriously it's going to rock. I won't let us not win. I will do whatever it takes. Im not gonna spend all this time and not win. Good crap.

So, the nerd game went real well today. We just anihilated them. It was great fun.

Yay! For the first time in so long I feel truly Happy. I feel kinda like a girl cause im talking about my feelings and such, but I really don't care. Im just happy! I don't hurt anymore, and im like, moved on, its good fun. Yay for stuff!

So, I'm too busy, yet I still havent got too much done yet. We'll change that in the future though. I think it's time to get back to the basics. We had a little shakeup there, and while the pieces are still in the air I think it's time for me to grab the ones I want and to hold on to them. Ive got that chance right now, and I'm gonna take advantage of that. I wish you all the best of luck, we'll talk to you later.