Feel free to not read this.

Welcome. Nobody reads this anymore. Nobody writes anything of their own anymore. That leads to a very bored Christopher Thatcher. Oh well though, not too much I can do about the matter. There was a point where the reason I wrote in this was simply to entertain the masses. When I get on to my computer, I check everybody I know's blog, to see if anyone wrote anything. Maybe once in 10 they have. That's dreadfully boring. So, I decided that I was going to fill the gap. Even though I don't especially get a kick out of reading what I've written in the past, I figured maybe you guys would like it. That way, at least one of us isn't bored. Maybe this blog is boring, or maybe you're only entertained for the 5 or so minutes it takes to read this stuff, but at least it's something right?

Making people smile is a good thing. On good days, that's one of my ultimate goals. That's what I want to do. I don't want to grow up to be a comedian, but I want to be able to make people smile by doing whatever it is I'm going to do. I'm not sure how I'm going to do it, because chances are I'm going to grow up to be a no-name brand man that gets mentioned in the paper once for something nerdy he did. Either way, i'm going to make a difference. Whether it be through changing the entire world, or whether it be by changing one person's life for the better, somehow I'm going to make a difference. There once was a time when I was very very happy with the dent I had left in the world. Back in the day. I figure I might have left a little dent in the world, but in the process of leaving the dent I've smashed other dents.

The idea of quitting while you are ahead is a very good one. I think that time was a while ago, but oh well, I'm still here, just writing. Nothing can really be awesome forever. Take for example homestar. Quality entertainment for however many years. Now it is pretty much stupid. Nobody likes it. Now, instead of thinking back on homestar with very fond memories, I think back and get a crappy taste in my mouth cause its not even good. Its the same way with the simpsons. They were golden, they taught me everything I know. And now look at them, just pretty lame business.

The problem with quitting while you are ahead is the problem of never knowing when it's going to cap. You buy 100 shares of something, and watch its value steadily rise. It hits $300, and you think "hey, I ought to sell, but lets see if it goes higher." And then it plumets to $5 a share the next day. gg.

So pretty much, I'm just tired. That whole analogy probably doesn't make sense to anybody. It's not about the girl situation by the way. Now it makes even less sense, hooray.

Nothing new has happened in my life. I'm still plodding along in school, not doing anything spectacular, just keeping my head above the water. Olsen has taken to showing blatant favortism towards me. He doesn't even try to hide it. "My prediction is that Thatcher here is going to be the first one done." C'mon, who just does that? I don't know if he thinks I'm depressed and wants to inflate my ego beyond its ridiculous size or what, but it was kinda weird. Oh well, I guess I appreciated it.

Anyways, on to the main action. Time is a very intriguing thing. I've been thinking about it tonight, and time is crazy. There are 3 subjects that I don't entirely understand that I want to talk about.

Number 1, is the selective observance that we have of time. Whenever I go to 24 hour fitness and run of their treads, I am constantly watching the clock. Running hurts, it's not too comfortable when you're trying to train. I love to just go jog, but treads keep you up at a high speed, and Im almost always running on inclines, so it's not fun. I just want it to end, but I always stick through to the end. I know it takes about 7 minutes to run the mile the speed I'm going, and I count it down second by second. It goes amazingly slow. The one thought that keeps me happy when I run is this "in 3 minutes, you're going to be done, and this pain will be gone, you won't feel it any more. The person that you are going to be in 3 minutes is going to be happy, comfortable, and stronger. The person you are going to be in 3 minutes isn't going to remember how much you want to stop. That person is going to be very happy to limp over to the drinking fountain and get a drink. He doesn't care how much you hurt, he's going to be happy." And so I go on like that. One cycle of that thought usually takes about 5 seconds, depending on how fast my brain is talking to myself. Once I've repeated that however many times, with however many variations I come up with, I'm done.

And you know what? It comes true, every time. The person that I am 3 minutes after that moment feels great. The problem is, the person on the tread mill and the person waddling to the drinking fountain can never ever talk to each other. They are entirely different people. Sure, it's still me, but that me and the other me never talk. Time goes so slow for thos 3 minutes, and it hurts. But the comfort is, that other guy sure is going to be happy.

Now, here's the terrible terrible catch. One day later, I'm back on that treadmill. Well "I'm" back on the mill. That version of me says "ok, you're going to survive this. In 5 minutes, you're going to walk over there, and be happy..... Wait a minute. You've said this before. And guess what, I'm back, and it hurts again. What the heck happened to that happiness I was supposed to feel from getting off the treadmill the first time? Why am I back? What happened to the past 24 hours of my life? where's the fat hapyy kid at the drinking fountain? Why am I here again?"

Do you see the problem? those 3 minutes seem so eternal, and yet I'm incapable of remembering how I felt so good being a fat kid the next 24 hours. The end conclusion that I have come to, is that you can only feel the one way that you feel at the given instant that you are in. We can think from the past, and we can think from the future to an extent, but we can never feel from either. The way that we feel is linked to the timeframe that we are in.

The same phenomena happens when I'm in a meet. I think alot about time when I'm running. Just because of the nature of the sport, as well as the fact that I want time to go faster, and yet I want myself to go faster than time. I feel so crappy in meets, I want it to end. and yet, one week later, I'm back in the same situation. We feel the way we do at one point, and that makes us who we are. We make decisions based on our emotions. I don't care what they say, people make decisions based on how they feel. The grand suite of someone's decisions leads to the actual identity of a person. That's why we're never the same person twice.

We tend to observe time when it is a big factor in our lives. I find that when time is the biggest factor in my life is when I want something to end, usually pain. This is when we remember time. We lose track of time when we are enjoying ourselves. Hanging out with friends, sleeping, doing whatever it is we like to do. We never think about time when we don't want to worry about it. We only observe time when it's against us. Selective observance.

Number 2: The March.

We cannot stop time. We know this. How long does it take us to figure this out? Well, I'm yet to figure it out. It relates to our existence in only one instance of time. 30 minutes ago when I was writing this, I didn't know what I would be thinking right now. Right now, I can't remember what I was thinking 30 minutes ago. I can't go back to me 30 minutes ago and change things. I can't talk to the guy that was sitting in my chair writing.

Unforunately for us, we're yet to figure it out. At least I am. My sister just made cookie dough. And so, I went and ate some. I love cookie dough, it tastes amazing. I am so happy to have eaten that cookie dough, but now I want more. I can't hold on to that feeling of happiness that the cookie dough gave me. Tomorrow, I am going to want cookie dough, just like every other day of my life. Time is going to rip this feeling away from me, and force me to feel something else. Then one day, all of that is going to go away, and I'm going to be utterly content for a few moments while I eat the next batch of cookie dough.

Time, it just keeps going. Never stops. funny, or tragic? The world would be a much different place if we could stop time. I don't even know where I'm going with this? is anyone still reading this? Is it worth reading? Probably not. I'm never truly gonna know if anyone read this. I'm never going to know if this impacted anyone. This just gets sent out there, and stays there. People want to be understood. People need to say things. Its for themselves, but they have to say it to other people. Why is that? Why do we naturally want to throw our thoughts upon others? Why are we not content to just think a thought, and be satisfied with creating that thought. It's not because we wish to be respected for our thoughts, is it? I don't think it is, but I might be wrong. Either way, I want more cookie dough.

That was a very off topic paragraph. Tomorrow morning I'm going to feel like deleting this post. There's a chance that that will happen. If that does happen, nobody will ever read this. I'm not even going to read it once I'm done with it, I'm just going to post it. Why are these things so long? Why don't I just say something then shutup? Who really cares about what I think about time? "Say it, say it well, and shutup dummy" Well guess what. I'm not gonna. Feel free to quit reading. Go ahead and be my guest. I'd love nothing more than for someone to read this, and say "hey, I read it, and I understood it."

But ya know, that's not gonna happen. go ahead. quit. You've read long enough.

I made a little video today, and I'm pretty sure the only person that is ever going to see it is robert. He gave it a 5 out of 10. It's not good, I spent about 30 minutes dinking around in flash to make it. It was the first time I'd used flash since 7th grade, so it sucked big time. it was fun though, at least it made me laugh.

Its kind of sad knowing that nobody is going to see it. I intended for it to be seen, but it probably won't ever be seen again. Not that it's worth seeing or anything, but its just that desire to thrust your thoughts on others.

I cleaned my room today, and I ran across some old notes from 9th grade that had been stowed away. You know, I never thought 9th grade would end. I just expected it to keep going. And here I am, in 10th grade, looking back on what happened. Some notes made me super happy, made me giggle like a school girl. Others, were just simply momentos of a former life. I don't think I spelled that right. In 9th grade, I couldn't picture myself reading those notes a year later. You live life forward, but you can only understand it backwards. I stumbled across kyle's classic "you're living a lie" note. That was a quality note. I'm not mad at him for it. I was only mad at him for 2 hours, then I just thought it was hilarious. me and my dear mother talked about that about a year ago. I remember these things. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I get the general idea. I had no idea how I'd turn out as a result of that note, or as a result of the corndog I ate that day. However, here I am now, the product of 15 years of living. I am made of what I did. Hi guys.

We live here and now. Tomorrow we're going to live then, but it'll be here to us. In my journal the other night I wrote "I've got a chem test tomorrow, and I'm not gonna do too well. Tell me how I do." The next night i wrote "Hey, I got a 92." The me the night before really really wanted to know what I would get, but I couldn't tell him. I can write it down though. The next person to read that notebook will have a near instantaneous answer to the question that I asked. He's going to see "what will I get?" and 20 seconds later see that I got a 92. Lucky him.

Sometimes you just gotta spill your guts. This is what I want to talk about. This is what I'm talking about now. The problem with this is that you don't know if anyone is catching your guts. this is a very indirect gut toss. your guts can sometimes hang in the air for a week before somebody catches them here. in that week, I'm going to change. I'll be a new person. Heck, I'll be a new person after I've read my scriptures tonight. I won't feel like this. In the morning I'll feel tired, but very happy. it'll make me want to nuke this post. I'm going to try to resist the urge. We'll see.

I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters.
- Solomon Short

I think I've posted that before. When you give a person like me a medium to get all his loneliness out, you're bound to get alot of crap. There's alot of good stuff to read out there on the internet. And then there's stuff like this, that probably doesnt deserve an audience, but wants one like nothing else. This is 3.5 pages single spaced. 2500 words.

Anyways, on to something that might be worth reading.

I've decided that there are 3 ways to solve a problem. One way, is to simply fix the problem. If a girl says no guys like her, you show her a guy that likes her, and problem is solved. Another way, if a girl says no guys like her, you explain to her that guys are poop, and that she doesn't need to worry about it. The third way, and my current favorite, is simply to make them happy for however much time you can.

Right now my good pal Jenny is having alot of trouble with some angry cheerleaders. She quit cheer because it was brutal, and now they're all attacking her. I used to be afraid of cheerleaders for no reason. Then I learned that they're real people too. And now I'm afraid of them all over again.

Anyways, I can't change what the other girls said to her. I can't take back all the mean junk. I can't tell her that they didn't say it, because they did. I'm having a difficult time telling her it doesn't matter. In batman begins, the nice cop tells little bruce when his parents get killed, that it's going to be ok, it's ok. It's not ok, his parents just died. Sometimes you just can't tell them it's ok. What I can do, is try to make her smile. Maybe the relief is only temporary, but nearly everything in this life is nearly temporary.

So maybe I crack a few jokes, and make her happy for a bit. have I changed the world? For a few seconds, maybe. have I made a huge impact? Probably not. But at least for a little bit I helped, and that feels good.

This is alot like talking to yourself. Except that there may or may not be silent observers out there, you just don't know. If any of you have actually read this far, I appreciate it alot. If you can't tell, I've been a tad lonely. Generally there's someone in my life that I just talk to. Nah, there's not. Someday there will be, as soon as I wisen up. Until then, it's off to the bottle factory until I blow up and write a blog that nobody wants to read.

ya know, the great thing is, I already want to delete this post. Thats my favorite part. me right now wants to go kick the me that was sitting in my chair 30 minutes ago's butt. Tell him not to be an emo girl, to get over her, and stop wasting people's time with unhappy blogs. This isn't gonna make anybody smile. It's just going to bore them with my rantings. But you know what, as a tribute to the old me, I'm going to keep it up. The older me at least.

Emily dickenson (if that's her name) was a crazy poet. She wrote alot of stuff, and hit it in vases and random drawers all over her house. Then she died, people went in, and found it all. She had hid it there. I think that is amazing. I wonder if she wrote it just to write it, and then hid it so nobody would find it. I wonder if maybe she wanted it found. I think its more fun to imagine that she didn't want it found. I find that very noble. Me, I'm not noble at all. I couldn't stand to hide anything. I want things found. I want to share, and if sharing isn't an option, I want to thrust my ideas.

It's 12:10. Thats how my thought process has gone for the last hour. In and out of course. are you still here? I'm never going to know. Oh well I guess. If this blog is still here in the morning, which I kind of hope it is, and sort of hope it isn't, I might find out. These feelings are going to be gone in the morning though. I'm gonna be fine in the morning. That's kind of a ripoff. You can feel so strongly about something, and then 8 hours later it's gone. When you wake up, you feel like you understand, and that you were just screwed up last night. But maybe it's the other way around. Maybe its like the giver, maybe my pills just wear off late at night. Maybe I feel like going crazy and hitting someone. chances are I'm sane both times, but I feel pretty real right now. I feel real and very cheerful when I wake up, but now I feel real and a little frustrated.

I guess we're always real, we're always us, but we're never us the same way that we were us a couple minutes ago. I guess nobody cares about what I guess anymore really, not after 4 pages of it. That's really what I want, somebody who cares about all this trash that I've just said. Somebody that I don't have to think about what I'm going to say, somebody who just accepts what I say. They don't have to agree with it, but it'd be nice to not have to think of what I can and can't say. It's a good thing I live in america, or I'd be shot. Not because I feel like saying anything against any government right now, but simply because if I couldn't, I'd do it, just to be a butthead.

You'd think with all the writing I do I'd be good at it. haha, too bad. I honestly thought this blog was drawing to a close a couple paragraphs ago, but it's still going. When is it going to end? I'm not sure. I bet I could write forever. If I didn't care about what whoever was going to read this would think, I could go on for hours and hours about anything. But ya know, people don't want to know what you think sometimes. "I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody." Bill Cosby

Now my font is different, great. Maybe I ought to stop worrying. The trouble with that, is that then terrible things happen. At least that's the perception.

Am I different? In a very real sense, I'm not any different than you. Obviously I am different, I know that. But I'm not the only one. There are people like me out there. In fact, every person out there is truly like me. Is any of what I have actually written here deep? No deeper than you. Have I ever been happier than you, or sadder than you? Nope. We tend to forget, at least I do. When I say "we" I mean "I", just thought I'd clear that up. Its not that I like to refer to myself as more than one person, even though I've done it numerous times tonight. Its that I refer to people in a general sense with the we. The problem is, I can only understand people as a general from my own experiences.

Wow, why havent I shut up yet? somebody tell me.

If I write any longer I'm gonna nuke the post. I might even nuke it now. What's my deal? I really wanna nuke it. Yeah, most definitely. This shouldn't really see the light of day. I guarantee the next post I write is gonna be "Sorry for that last post, it sucked. Now here's something cheerful." Well, maybe that won't happen. It's going to take a very strong man in me not to destroy this post in the morning. Hmm. As a tribute to old me, I'll leave it. at least I'll try to leave it. I hope that i leave it.

Here's what's going to happen. Tomorrow I'm going to be happy. So happy in fact, that I'm gonna think I was an idiot tonight for not being happy. Am I really all that sad? Nah, honestly I'm not. I'm just saying alot of things that I wouldn't normally ever say. The problem is, I'm relying way too much on me. that's just not the way to go. Doesn't do you any good. There's definitely alot smarter action going on out there.

It's good night time. Maybe some day I'll do this again, or maybe some day I'll spare you all. I really hope that somebody reads this. I doubt that anyone will. You all had the choice to quit. If you read it, thank you, I needed somebody to listen to me.

Frisbee Photos 1

More to come as soon as blogger decides it doesnt hate me.


Lit shot in dark.

a warp.

The logo, plus my shadow.

Upside down, lit, on the shipping box

Sitting on Andrew's office chair, taken from an angle. Looks like a saucer

One of the cooler warps. I hope you appreciate how hard it is to throw a frisbee with your left hand, take a picture with a digital camera in your right hand, while factoring in wind speed, the 3 second delay before it actually takes a picture, and the lack of focus.

Bet you can't guess that this is a warp.

Ahhh, an orange death noodle.

why you don't feed worms phosphorous.

Hiding in the corner with my computer wires

Lit, on top of the shipping box

Closeup of wires

Really cool warp sequence, one of the best

More warp

Adendum

Last post was ridiculously long. So long in fact, that many of you probably don't want to read it. I do not blame you for that. So, I'm going to make life easier on you. You may read it if you wish, or you can read my shortened version here. Here are the quick tidbits from last time:

• I really like public forums, places where anyone can say anything they want, but only in a few words. I love grafiti, I love the thing they did at the conference center at first night, and I love that crazy highway with the rocks.
• I'm pretty sure Ryan Shupe's (of Ryan Shupe and the Rubber Band) parents are in my ward.
• I like balderdash, but im unable to go barefoot because of someone else's mistakes.
  
• Im not good at carpet. Just cause I pretend doesnt make it true.
• My frisbee ought to get here tonight.
  
• Last year was the best, and worst year ever. At least thats what last post said. Now I'm pretty sure it was just the best.
• Nerd team last year was amazing, Track was amazing, CC this year was amazing, working in the summer was way cool,
  
• Love is like life on steroids.
  
• Its just like normal life, cept raised to the nth degree
• When you're up you're way up, and down you're way down.
• If life is like hunting with a BB gun, then love is like hunting with a rocket launcher.
• You go along with a BB gun, shoot stuff, kill some stuff, eat stuff. One day you shoot yourself in the foot, and it hurts, and you walk off. You only take down squirrels, but thats cool.
• Love is like a rocket launcher. You walk along, and kill everything in your path. You can take down an elephant, and you eat good. Then one day you shoot yourself in the foot, and you just lost both legs.
  
• '05 was a great year
• '06 will be a great year, it looks bright from the get go
• Frisbee will happen next year. I'll build the empire, and we will be victorious.

Alrighty, so, thats last post in a nutshell. Feel free to read it if you want, this is just for the sake of you illiterate folk. Whats new in my life? Well, its 10:05, and I've got nothing to do. Thats why I'm here, because there's nothing new.

Umm. yeah. Have a nice night everybody.

2005, A Year on Steroids

And now my friends, it's time for the obligatory new years post. There is alot I can write here, because the new year always brings alot of things to the table. It's a time to reminisce and remember the last year, its a time to make goals for the new year, a time to look ahead, and a time to party down.

Logically, this whole idea of a "new year" is a bunch of hud. Its an arbitrary date on the calendar that is no different from any other. So what, the earth is at the same random location it was at 365 days ago, what does that mean to me? Its the same as any other day. New Years could be on May 13th, and it'd be the same. Logically it makes no sense.

But you know what? It's alot more fun to play along, even when logically it doesnt make sense. Thats something that I've learned lately. Sometimes things just don't fit the way you and the world look at stuff. "He punched me, I ought to punch him back, it's only fair." Guess what, don't punch him. Logic says to punch him. Something deeper says not to. You know what I mean?

So, even though logic says New Years is an arbitrary date that doesn't mean anything, I chose to play along. Hooray for the new year.

Last night I went down to the conference center with Kyle, Courtney, Tania, and Valerie for the first night thing. It was really really awesome, and I'm glad I went. They did the coolest thing ever, I was way impressed. They told everybody with a cell phone to send text messages and pictures to an email adress, and they'd put it up on the big screens. So, everybody just started sending awesome stuff, and it was cool to see what people had to send.

I'm very fascinated with public forums, places where anyone can put what they want. It doesnt have follow any pattern, its just what that person wants to say. One highway in the state going West past kennecot is ridiculously amazing. Its flat on both sides, with lots of rocks. As you drive on it, for miles and miles people have taken rocks and spelled stuff. For miles you can see what some person thought was important enough to warrant them taking half an hour to gather rocks and spell it out for you. Everyone has an equal oppurtunity out here. If you are willing to move rocks, you can put your message out to the world. There's all sorts of good stuff out there. I havent driven past in the day lately, but last time I did there was tons and tons of insightful stuff. A couple "Vote Bush '04" some "I (L) Person Y" and all sorts of other stuff. Someday I want to go study that highway, and document what everyone has to say.

Thats why I love textbooks and music stands. Text books have everyone's name in it that has had it, and sometimes they leave a little bit of wisdom for the next generation. I look at every text book I ever get to check out the names. Music stands have a limited space to add whatever grafiti you want to it. Im pretty sure the stands in Doc's room got painted over this year, but in the beginning of the year you could find one with a very good looking ninja turtle drawn on it, and another with "Girls are poonuts" scratched in.

I love stuff like that, and thats why I loved the little thing they did at the conference center. The first message that they put up was a quality "I finished the book of mormon last night. Yeah!" Everybody started clapping, it was pretty cool. Thornock took a picture of his face and added the text "Who needs a date?" A couple of people proposed, a couple people accepted. Some girls from plaza B said "Do you honor your priesthood?" and one girl was looking for "someone to kiss at midnight, but they have to have finished the book of mormon."

I was fascinated by it all, it was cool. Me and Kyle got our pictures up there, but they didn't add our text, which made me sad. We put (well, we had tania put..) "We love modest girls, give us a call: (Tania's cell phone number here)"

So, we didn't get any calls, but it was still a good time. Ryan Shupe was amazing, they did super good. It was awesome, cause they looked like they were just having a ton of fun playing up there. They were bouncing around and smiling, and it was cool, it was good music. I'm pretty sure his parents live in my ward.... They just moved in, their last name is shupe, and they kept talking about "Ryan" today, and how they went and listened to "ryan" last night. C'mon guys, his name is ryan shupe, thats what everyone calls the guy. They're related at least, its nutty.

So that was alot of fun, then I came back home and played balderdash with everybody that was at my place. Jesse kicked the crap out of all of us, but I didn't do too bad, I got 3rd, and started 2 rounds after everyone else. "A documentary about reclusive senior citizens with extraordinary talents" wootah. Oh, and my spleen feels wet. And I can't go barefoot because of someone else's mistakes. :D

Ok, so I went and did carpet like I thought I would on friday. It was pretty rough. I figured out that even though you eat at mcdonalds every day, it doesnt mean you work there. During the summer, when I cut carpet, I usually had at least a 2 inch margin of error. I could cut 2 inches crooked and still make things work. Friday I was supposed to cut a straight line. Straight. Just straight. That's alright if my name is justin or something, but since it's not, I kinda got my butt kicked, it was discouraging. Eventually we worked a system out where it got better, but it was still rough. The carpet was rubber backed, and so that just ate through the blades like mad. Oh well, I get paid for it, and got to relive the glory days of the summer. Hooray.

Ooooh, bad news. My mail order girlfriend, the frisbee, has been delayed in Logan. Apparently when Andrew got it, he didnt change the adress from his apartment in Logan. So, instead of shipping here, it shipped to his apartment. So my one true love is now sitting in the office at continental apartments in logan, all lonely and cold. I won't get to see her for at least 2 weeks. Terrible terrible. Oh well, I'll survive, I've been through worse.

Gosh I love to write in this thing. It's like a journal, I can write down everything I think, but it's alot better than a journal because I can write in it about 5 times the speed I can with a pen. I'm encouraged to write by the fact that I know somebody is going to read this. I do it mostly for me, but my excuse is for all y'alls. Its a nice system, I love writing.

Well, now it's time to look back on the year, and look forward on the next.

Last year was definitely the best and worst year ever. It was the best in alot of ways, like, winning the nerd championship, having all that pay off. Winning wasn't as much fun as beating everyone to get there, but it was good times. one of my best memories of all time will always be just running orion in round 2. 11-1 streak, you can't beat that with a 10 foot long clown pole. Nerds was alot of fun, the best thing I did in junior high. It beats anything else. If I could offer any advice to little junior high kids, it'd be to join the buzzer team, and work hard.

Last year was good, simply because 9th grade was a party. I got to the point where I didn't suck at track, and that was happy. The district meet was fun, I ran a 5.22.25 mile, and I'm dang proud of that. I got 1st in the second heat in the mile, and 1st in the second heat in the 800. That means I was the best mediocre runner out there. That was fun, I can look back on that and be proud of it. Sure, I wasn't the fastest in either race, but I didn't need to be. I did great, and I'm happy with it. I did what I wanted to do, and I'm proud of that.

I'm proud of how much work I did this summer. I worked my butt off doing that carpet. I'm not the strongest guy you're gonna meet. In fact, it'll only take you about 45 seconds to find somebody alot stronger than me in the viscinity. But all that aside, I worked hard. And I made up for my girly muscles with stone cold determination. We finished our job below budget. That is one great feeling. We beat the powers of adhesive, pulled that carpet up. We owned the power of gravity and friction, and placed some good looking carpet where the crap used to be. I got to be pretty good with one of those knives, and only but myself once, and buddy once. I made alot of money, but I learned alot in the process. I got to be a really good friend with Sharpe, and got some good hookups. It was a great summer from the work standpoint.

I gained a greater love for Ultimate Frisbee. This summer was the best frisbee summer ever. I don't think that there will ever be a better time in my life. For all my efforts I'm going to put in these next few years to build a frisbe empire, I can't help but think that I'll fall short of the glory that was before my reign. This summer, every friday, we'd go out to the field, and just play for hours. The sun wasn't up, so i didn't have to worry about sunburn, the wind was always calm, and the players great. I went from being last pick to not last pick. Some of the best memories will be driving to frisbee with Andrew, talking about life. He taught me some good stuff ya know, I love frisbee.

Cross country in high school was cool. I got to get to be at least acquaintances with the rest of the team. I'm not gonna say I'm friends, cause I don't think that I qualify as a friend in most of their eyes, but at least we had fun. I got to be in alot better shape, improved my time alot, learned alot, had a good time. Sure, I'm still a slacker, I'm not fast, I'm not talented in that field, but it's fun, and it keeps me healthy, I'm glad I did it.

Now, the only reason that last year wasn't 100% great was because of girls. Alot of you don't want to hear this. In my mind, I can see levi doing his trademark sigh, and thinking "here he goes again." Levi, I love that sigh. If I didn't love it so much I wouldn't write stuff like this.

But ya know, I'm not gonna talk about personal stuff. You all know the stories. Im pretty sure nobody knows the whole story, I don't even know the whole story. But I got most of it, and it's cool. but I'm going to talk about this whole "love" business in general terms.

Love, simply defined, is life on steroids. Well, that's not entirely fair. There are a couple kinds of love. There's the classic romantic love, there's the whole parental love, and then maybe something else I'm yet to experience so much. Basically, I'm talking about romantic love, cause its alot easier.

You live life just normally, and there are ups and downs. Good days, bad days, we all know how it goes. You're never happy forever, and you're never sad forever. Perhaps one is more prevalent in your life, but both exist. Love is just a modifier to life. A scalar if you will. The ups of life are dizzyingly high, and the lows are terribly low. On a normal day, if you're a 4, on a day in love, you're gonna be a 16. If you're a -2 on a normal day, on a day in love you're a -8.

Thats mostly why this year was higher, and lower than any other. There were some great times, some times where I just couldn't help smiling. Good crap, I really liked the first half of 9th grade plus the next couple months. When things were up, they were sky high. And then things start to suck, for whatever the reasons, and then things suck big time. I spent alot of time being amazingly happy, and alot of time being ridiculously sad.

To pain the picture more clearly, life is like hunting with a BB gun. You run around, shoot at stuff, some stuff falls, some stuff doesn't. Then one day you accidentally shoot your foot. And it hurts.

"Love" is like hunting with a rocket launcher. When you hit the deer, there's not much left of it when you finally walk over to it, and thast the way you want it to be. You can't take out an elephant with ease. Then one day you shoot yourself in the foot, and you just lost both legs.

Its life on steroids. Parts of this year sucked big time because of it, but parts of this year rocked to the max. this "love" is a dangerous thing, I don't want any of that mad action right now, at least not for a little while. I'd be very happy to go back to the whole innocent "giggle, I like that girl" Perhaps someday, perhaps.

All in all. Great year. Lots of ups, and lots of downs. More ups than downs? Probably.

2006 looks great. There's gonna be food, and girls, and more food. Levi's gonna be there.

No really, frisbee, getting good at running, working again. Maybe I'll get some muscles.

I tell you what though, I'm not kissing anybody, or loving anybody if I can help it. Maybe it'll happen, maybe not. Who knows. Sure, it's more fun than a barrel of monkeys, but its about as much fun as bird flu at the same time.

2006 will rock, 2005 rocked too. Thats all.

It's All Been Done

Some of you are wondering about the title. Well, the simple truth is that it has no hidden meanings. It's not poetic, it doesn't reflect how I feel, its got nothing to do with anything, except for the fact that all the good titles have been taken. That title literally means what it says. I wanted to think of something witty, something clever. Nothing lended itself to being funny though, I'm not funny tonight. There are no funny titles, there are no clever titles, and no titles with deep meaning coming to mind at the moment. That title is simply there because it sucks so bad, it's in a category all of its own. It's all been done - tell me about it, there are no good titles left. A title that dry must mean something right? Nope. It means nothing. Once you learn to come to terms with that, you can read on. Until then, you are not ready for what I have to share with you next.

*deep breath*

*climatic pause*

ANTICLIMAX! Nothin'. I got you all to expect something good, and there's nothing climatic here. No news, no gasp-wrenching revelations, just my normal life, rolling on. Take that.

So whats new? I'm equipped with an entire nerd ensemble, it's amazing. Last blog I mentioned how I didnt get any T-shirts. Well, I definitely didn't, but I tried out a polo with khakis today, and boy it's pretty cool. I wish I would have known this last year, my nerd status would have gone through the roof. So, the tuesday we go back to school, you'll all see me in Khakis, a super cool polo, and a combover, simply because I really want to wear a combover to school.

I played Frisbee today, and it was amazing. It was ridiculously windy, and instead of the usual 18-20 people we have show up, we had a good 10. So, we played some 4v4 in obscene wind, and it worked out really great.

The teams were me, Andrew, Turley, berlin and porks vs. Brad, Bryce, Bryan, Carie, and Christina. Brad and Bryce are frisbee idols, it's ridiculous. Bryce is the best frisbee player I've ever seen, but he doesn't show it off much. he could probably single handedly win a game, but he doesn't. I really appreciate that fact when he's on the other team.

So, we expected to get ran because their team looked alot better than ours. They took a quick lead of 2-0 cause we weren't on our toes. We were getting abused by the wind, and just weren't playing smart. It happened pretty quick, so we weren't too disappointed. We figured out how to compensate for the wind, and then pulled it to a tie.

Eventually we won, they never got the lead back after they lost it at 2. It really did look like the game ought to go their way, but they just weren't playing as hard as we were. I had some really cool plays, which I really wanna talk about, so I'm going to.

We were within scoring range with the disk, but since it was outrageously windy we figured we ought to take 2 passes instead. So, Turley or Berlin does a pretty high pass to me, but Brad is all over me. Brad has some insane white man hops, plus he had better position, so he jumped up and swatted it a tiny bit, it was more of a flounder than a swat. So, the disk is just fluttering in midair, and I kinda hop up and catch it on the way down, as Brad is spinning to see where it went. In all the confusion, I pull it down, and send a nice shot pass in for a point. w00tah for 2nd chances.

The other play was hardly a play, it was a kickoff. We were kicking in to the wind, so we only expected 20 yards or so, it was way windy. I wound up some awesome forehand, got really really low to the ground on the release, and just put all the power I could into it, and it sliced into the wind like mad and just flew straight and low out there like mad. It was better than my normal kickoffs on calm days, I was so proud of myself. You should have seen it. Just flying there, as if the mass of the atmosphere wasn't opposing it with all it's might. oblivious to the pounds and pounds of airdrag fighting it. It just flew like...well, like a frisbee.

So, we won, against most odds. I contributed on offence, not too much on D, but thats cause I was guarding Bryce, and you can't stop him. That, and I'm not too good at D. It was great times though, I love frisbee with a fierce passion.

so, I went to a rockin' party tonight. It was alot of fun, and I totally won the wet T-shirt contest. I got my butt kicked at capture the flag, and I have no excuses for it. I just lost. Lost hard, it was humiliating. There was a pretty cute girl there that I didn't know, and then I found out she was in 7th grade. Yeah, that was pretty embarassing.

Tomorrow is Friday, and I think i've got to work a bit. Good old Jolene. Always a nice standby. On any given month I can expect to get some sort of work out of it. I swear I ought to be a professional janitor. "We need you to put up ceiling tile, we need you to put up lights, we need you to cut some carpet and put it in, we need you to move all this crap to this truck." Its not a bad job at all. Im afraid of the carpet though. We're trying a very complex surgery I like to call the old cut n' swap. I've got to cut carpet from the back of the store, and put it in on the sides of the store. It's gonna be messy, especially considering we don't have the right tools. I'm gonna call sharpe and ask if I can borrow a carpet knife, cause that'd make my life a ton easier. Either way, we still don't have glue, or scraping tools, so its gonna be a rough job. Oh well, builds character, and bank accounts.

(8)Dime que no(8)

Sorry, a little spanish rock never hurt anybody.

I really think my hot frisbee is coming in the mail tomorrow. I'm actually gonna take pictures of it and post it for you all. I always say that im gonna do pictures. Well, I really am this time.

What else what else what else? See, a normal person at this point would say "Good crap, I've got nothing else to write! I should probably just end now." Not me. Im gonna keep wasting your time, AND my time. Take that suckers.

Oooooh, get folding@home already you slackers. It doesnt hurt you at all, and helps science. Once you have it, talk to me, it's gonna be fun.

New years is coming up. My new years resolution? Well, I stole it from wanda sikes.

"Don't stab nobody."

I think it's going to be pretty successful.

So what do you sick people want to see? I feel like answering the call of the masses. You want art? You want a short story? you want poetry? you want philosophy? You want pictures of me and my frisbee? you want me to finally finish that debate thing (please say no to that one). I'm open to suggestions. Either way I keep on writing, but if you want to see something in particular, give me a buzz, I'll see what I can do.

The future looks bright. Sure, there are dim spots on the horizon, but all in all it ought to be great. There's not much that can hold a person back. People can try, but no matter what, time marches on, and it takes you with it. You're never the same person 2 days in a row, and the choices you make change the person that you are going to be tomorrow. No matter what we all keep growing and changing, and thats why the future looks so bright. Even if you're a loser now, you've got potential to be a stallion tomorrow. I figure if I work to make the best choices I can, I'm bound to end up cool one day. Hooray! Have a nice night everybody, I'm dead tired. Sleepover night before last, scout camp last night, and no naps inbetween. Yikes, the old man thinks he's gonna die. This old man is out, like a fat girl in dodgeball.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas Everybody! Today has been a super spectacular day. It's just been great to hang out with my family, and just have a good time. I really love my family, they're amazing.

So, what'd I give this year? The coolest stuff ever. I havent ever really given gifts in the past, but this year I gave them to all my family, and it was way cooler than all those other times I was lame and didn't. I got my dad some swedish fire steel, which is some souped up flint 'n steel. I figure since he's the scout master it'll come in handy. For my mom, I got her the one thing I could find that had an attitude as great as her's, the 2006 demotivators Calendar. It's hilarious.

For my lovely sister Stephanie, I got a super cool si-link fm transmitter. The cd player in her car doesn't work, and she really wanted one. Since that was out of my economic range, and since I couldnt purchase it from the comfort of my office chair, I got her the next best thing. Its a pretty cool doo-hickey. You plug it into the headphone jack of a portable CD player, and it'll broadcast whatever is coming out of the cd player on a short range FM frequency. You just tune your car radio to whatever frequency it's one, and you can listen, it's amazing!

Nathan got my favorite gift, Silly Putty on 'Roids. I was very tempted to keep it for myself and just give Nathan money. I was a bad person, and I totally played with it all night on friday cause he was gone. It's the most amazing stuff. Sure, it's 12 dollars of silly putty, but it's worth every cent.

Andrew got a Google T-shirt. Google is Andrew's one true love. He has a thing for google. In his own words. "I would pay them to let me be their janitor, I just want to be able to say I work for them!"

If you havent noticed, i did all my shopping online. Hooray! I like getting stuff for people, it's good times.

My Christmas haul was rather good this year. I got a super nice new frisbee, tons of shirts. The problem with the shirts is that they're not T-shirts, which leaves me in a predicament. All my life my wardrobe has consisted of jeans and a t-shirt. Now I'm going to have to learn how to wear something that isn't a T-shirt. My mom is trying to break me out of my ultra-conservative shell, and that's a dangerous thing to do. Nathan got me and Andrew a combined gift of the 5th season of simpsons. That's quality right there. Michael sent me a super amazing gift, I'll post pictures as soon as I can.

Well, That's my writeup. It's been a super great day. Now, as promised, here's a little something for you. It's not much, but it's all I can do from my desk. Here is a bunch of crap that I've found to be extremely useful on the internet. The internet is a great tool, here's what I've found thats good.

Weather Forecast: This is the weather forecast for SLC and the surrounding area. it's generally way accurate, and just a good thing to know. How warm is it gonna be on tuesday? Just check online tubby.

Google News: Google's news service, it searches thousands and thousands of news sources, and shows you the most popular/best ones. it's a great way to keep up with the world. Don't be kept in ignorance, read the news.

Dollar Theater: These are the listings for the dollar theater, updated every Friday. "Hey, whats in the dollar theater?" Go here, it'll tell you. Its got links to reviews too, so you know if something sucks or not.

Dictionary.com: If you ever talk to Hope, 80% of the things she asks you have to do with vocabulary words. Fear not, dictionary.com will help. It defines everything for you, it's great.

Google: Find it, with google. If any of you are ever using another search engine I will have to smite you. Google is the best. Hands down. Google is superior. Use it.

Wikipedia: The best online encyclopedia ever. Need to know something about something? Wikipedia has the answer, just go search it.

Nick's blog

Marissa's blog

UPA: The Ultimate Players Association, the governing body of Ultimate in the United States. They're the guys in charge of the mad action frisbee I love.

Firefox: Most of you are using internet explorer. This needs to stop now. Firefox is better in nearly every aspect. Not to mention, its open source, which is just cool. No, it's not going to blow your computer up james. Sure, your parents aren't gonna let you download it, but it's superior, so try to get it. Everybody else, at least go take a look at it. I'm looking at you Nick. Get firefox, it's amazing. Its a web browser, kicks butt. Yeah.

Folding@Home: This is a scientific project. Here's what happens. Some guys at stanford are trying to figure out how proteins fold. See, proteins do everything in our body, but in order to do the things they do they have to "assemble" themselves into certain shapes to do it. They call this folding. Protein mis-folding leads to many diseases, including some cancers, huntingtons, parkinsons, and even madcow disease. So, these stanford folks are simulating this folding to figure out how it works. Unfortunately, this stuff happens really really quick, microsecond quick. Its nearly impossible to simulate that on even the fast super computer. You couldn't even do it on a cluster of supercomputers. So, what's the solution? It's called distributed computing. You let people like me and you install and run a little application on their home computer. That app connects to their server, gets a "Work unit" and folds it. This generally takes about a day. once its finished, it sends it back, and you get another one. That alone is kinda slow, but when you get millions and millions of people running their application, you can move mountains of data. I've been running it for a while, and it really is just amazing. It makes me feel like im not such a lazy loser. I can say "Hey, while I took a nap my computer moved the world 1 step closer to understanding protein folding." This application does not harm your computer at all. It runs continuously in the background, using all your idle processing time. I have never had any problems whatsoever with this program. I can play counter strike just fine with it running, i can edit videos just fine when I'm running it. It's a great thing to do, and I'd like nothing more than for all of you to run it. If anybody is interested talk to me, cause its way awesome.

I believe that that is it. Was that a worthless present? Yes, but at least now you know what the weather is gonna be like. Merry Christmas everybody, I hope you've all had a wonderful holiday. I'm really looking forward to spending this week lounging about, and taking it easy. Have a great one everybody, Toodles~

Please Don't Feed the Animals

Good crap. You give a bear a pretzel and then he just keeps coming back for more. As soon as you miss a day giving a pretzel, he mauls you! Thanks alot guys.

Anyways, It's been a while since I last wrote. Well, about a week. Generally that's not that long of a time, but I started writing pretty frequently lately so it seems longer. I do like writing, I just havent had the drive to do so this week. So, I'ma fill in and waste as much time as possible before I have to debate. Honestly, who just makes me debate about common sense?

So, whats new in the life of Christopher J Thatcher? Well, not too much. Last week I sluffed Track practice every single day cept Friday, and this week I've got every day but wednesday. It's been really fun to go work out with Jason and Levi. Me, Jason, Levi, Hai, and some other weirdo are the only ones that are ever there from T-ville, except for the chirons or whatever. It's pretty fun though, bike 2 miles, run 2 miles, do some weights, then play some ball. It's been fun to work out again as opposed to being a fatkid. Endorphins are a great thing I tell you. Maybe by the summer I'll be ready for carpet again. Instead of having girly muscles like the last two years, I'll have something. Thats a longshot really... chances are they'll stay girly, but at least I'm working on it.

School is going pretty good, I'm sitting on a 4.0 as it stands, and I don't expect much to change unless I bomb a chem test or an algebra test. Everything else is pretty secure, and those two are alright, just not set in stone. World History is still pretty lame, at least it's interesting stuff. I just wish he went about stuff a different way. Granted we learn the stuff, at least for a short time period, but its still boring as heck. Even though a teaching method works, it doesnt mean that it ought to be used, or abused as it is. Physics is fun, I like getting stuff. I've taken to hiding whenever we go to the computers because I've always got to teach everyone that was sleeping how to do it again. Sure, I was sleeping too, but I can figure it out. Its funny to hear them search for me as I hide next to Jessica Thompson in the corner, it's good times.

Today in Fitness for Life we did our Pacer test. I did pretty crappy, but still beat this semester's number. Assuming that nobody beat it in 4th period, or tomorrow, I ought to stay at the top at 56. Thats not half as good as I wanted to do, but I was hurting and just didn't feel it. I don't have any sprints at all, I'm distance to the end. Heck, I'm not really even distance to tell the truth, I just pretend. I'm just more operable at distance than at sprinting. Distance I can get into a groove with my steps and my breath, and forget what's going on and just go. Sprinting you can't do that, your breath comes short, your legs hurt, your brain is dead focused on how much oxygen it needs-and how much it's not getting. Sprinting is teh suxxorz. Granted it's probably more useful than distance. From a sports perspective, sprints are probably better than distance. What's better, someone that can run at normal speed for 30 minutes, or someone that can burst out for 15 seconds to block that huck to the endzone? The difference is 1 point, and that's one big point. Oh well, I can't sprint, and I'm fine with that.

Lets see, what else? The frisbee dream is still very alive. I'm working out some details as it is, I think it's really going to take off and work. There are local tournaments we could get into, it'd be amazing. I'm doing it, Don't let me back out. No lame-o's allowed. W00tah. I'm thinking of calling it UFAT, Ultimate Frisbee Association at Taylorsville. We could get into the High school tournaments, get our butts kicked, and come home happy about it.

Christmas is in X many days. Find a calendar and figure it out yourselves slackers. I'm excited for it, I did all my shopping online, and it's gonnna be pretty cool business. Sorry to all y'alls, I didn't get anyone but my family anything. Maybe I'll post something fun for you on Christmas. Then again, maybe I won't. Either way, I wanna wish you all the most merry of Christmas', we all ought to party down over the break.

I really want to fly. Just like, soar. I'm not sure how I'm gonna do it, but I figure that someday I will. Nobody knows how, but it's gonna happen. Even if they have to shoot me out of a cannon at my funeral, it'll happen.

So, they're thinking of making another seminary video over the Christmas break. What nutjobs. Taylor came into my class to warn me about it today, he was pretty funny about it. "They said that they were gonna invite you to see if you wanted to help them write the script over the break on tuesday or something. Don't go. Just say no. I'm sure you've got better things to do. Don't go. Don't do it man, don't go. Say no, and don't go. Sleep, do something, just don't go." It was hilarious. Oh well, either way it ought to be fun. I need to remember a tripod this time though;). I'll upload that other video as soon as I get a copy of it. Somebody smart killed it on my computer.

By the way, I like Spanish music. And bananas. And firefox. For those of you that don't have firefox, you ought to get it. It kicks the smack out of IE.

Oh man, I wrote a killer cinquain in English the other day. it's a fun little poem that has 5 lines, and the sylablles go 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. It had to be about Christmas or snowflakes, so here goes. Mind you, it's not good, but c'mon! It's poetry! Let me be emo for 45 seconds, c'mon, it'll be fun.

Freedom
No Christmas here
No Han'kuh for the Jew
The ACLU will kill you
Freedom

Yay! Pretty much its a crappy poem, minus the ACLU will kill you part, im pretty proud of that. If I ever write a book, the main character is gonna be named "Thread" cause thats just a cool name.

What else what else what else? I smell funny cause I'm still wearing the shirt I done worked out in. I've got issues, that smell is comforting to me. it comes from my troubled childhood.

What am I gonna do when I grow up? No clue. I don't really wanna work for NASA anymore. I think it'd be fun to be a teacher, but I don't think that's gonna happen. I'd be a terrible terrible teacher. Professional gamer? Maybe if I were good at anything. Professional Frisbee Enthusiast? Too bad nobody wants to watch a frisbee game on TV.... except for me of course. Televangelist? Good chance.

Thinking is a good thing. Go sit and think for 5 minutes about stuff. It'll make you feel better. Think about whatever. Just think about it for a bit, it's amazing.

Anywhom, I guess I got to get to that debate now that I've floudered for the last however many minutes. So, common sense eh?

There are those within earshot that were forced to argue that common sense is a myth, and not a true human value. To those that believe that, I have 2 words for you.

Jade.

Panky.

With nothing against aforementioned individual, there are just some people in the world that lack this common sense. I do believe that there is a correlation between experience and common sense. Someone that has never sat down at a computer before is not going to be able to find their way around. However, once they know the basics, that is the jumping off point where we begin to see the difference between those who posess common sense and those who do not.

Lets theorize here. lets make up a fictional character, we'll call him Kyle. Kyle knows how to use a computer, he's done it before. he sits down at a computer with the assignment to put a picture in to a power point presentation. He doesn't know exactly how to do it, so he looks around at the tools around him. it takes him 45 seconds, but eventually he analyzes the top bar, and finds the "insert" one. Using his noggin, he says "Oh, I want to put something in. Insert is a synonym for "put something in" lets click that and see what my options are." So he clicks it, find the insert graphic, and does it.

Then lets make another person, we'll call them Reynold. Reynold has the same assignment, knows how to use a computer, doesnt know how to insert. What does Reynold do? Raises his hand and asks a question.

Bam, there's the difference. Everyone has some measure of common sense, its a matter of how it is applied. There are those in the world that are not willing to take a jump. Common sense, it's making a choice based on background knowledge, but it has to be background knowledge that isn't certain. Common sense is a choice.

There's a line between ignorance and not having any common sense. Common sense requires effort. It requires you to go into the back of your brain and say "Ok, what's the situation? What have I done that resembles this in any way? Is there anything that relates to this that I know how to do?" Example: You're in an elevator, and the buttons don't have numbers. You know you want to go up 2 floors. The middle button is lit up, and there are several buttons above it, as well as below. What do you do? Well good crap, you hit the button that is two above the one that is lit up. How do you know that? Well, you know that generally the numbers go from highest at the top to lowest at the bottom, that generally the one you are on is lit up, and that you want to go up two levels. It took thought, no matter how little.

How do I cook a turkey? Experience tells you the exact way to do it. Common sense tells you that you've cooked chicken before.

Everybody has common sense, it's not a myth, its a fact of life. Not everybody uses common sense. I don't use it enough. There have been several times in the past month that I've said "You know, had I sat down to think about that for more than 20 seconds, I could have figured it out." But I didn't, I wussed out and was an idiot.

Take a chance, use what you know, use your resources, and make a decision. That's common sense for you. Its no magical voice in your ear that tells you what to do, that goes by another name. This is just the smart way to make decisions you're not certain about. It does exist, its not a fanciful myth that we all pretend exists to make Jade look like an idiot. Nah, its effort, it's searching your knowledge base, then its acting on what you've discovered.

gg.

The Great Debate

Ok, this is gonna be short cause its 7:10 and I'm still not entirely ready for school.

Nick needs stuff to write about on his blog, and I don't mind getting told what to write about. So, I'm proposing that you, my readers, tell me and Nick what to have a debate about. You give us a topic, and then choose who gets to argue pro, and who gets to argue con.

so, for example, you leave a comment saying "Wow, thats a good idea Thatcher, I want you two to debate about gay rights, and I want Nick to argue for them."

Think of good stuff guys, you know it's gonna be fun.

oh, and I havent talked to nick about this yet, but im sure he'll agree. Aight, g'night all.

Swahili Revenge

And I'm back with a vengeance. Last night was terrible, and we're just going to forget that it ever happened.

Well, much has changed since last I wrote. We watched the seminary video in class today, and I kinda grew to like it. I guess I was just a little burnt out on it or something, because last night I honestly hated it, but today I thought it was alright. It's still not great or anything, but it's operable at least. It will get upload as soon as I get the DVD back. I accidentally got rid of the main video file on my computer before I rendered it as just a .mpeg, so it'll be some time before you all get to see it online. Oh well, it'll get there.

For a long time my frisbee dreams had died down. You could say that i had a traumatic experience. Over the Thanksgiving recess we played some day frisbee. It was real windy, and there were alot of lame-'s that showed up. Now I'm not saying I'm not a lame-o, cause I am. But generally when I'm the only lame-o it works out alright. This time we had about 45 lame-o's, and it just wasnt the quality frisbee I had come to expect.

I was disheartened. One of the only things in life that had never turned its back on me had turned its back on me. I didn't know what to do. I haven't played frisbee since to tell you the truth. That's been about a month.

Last night my mom was telling me the story of how they couldn't find a frisbee in any store anywhere near here. I'm like, that's lame, I can find millions online. So I come up here to my fun computer and start checking out the flashflight, then some other stuff. One thing leads to another and I'm reading about frisbee games, checking out local tournaments, and just breathing it all in. I'm officially in love again.

After a good month of me and frisbee being broken up, we're back together. See, that's one great thing about inanimate objects, they'll always take you back. *cough*

Just kiddin, I'm over that. I just coulnd't resist the joke.

Anywhom, the plan is back on. Next year I'm gonna spearhead the Taylorsville Ultimate Frisbee operation. I know Shaun/Shawn/Sean Fairborne is gonna be in on it, leastways he said he would be. That means we can have flocks and flocks of girls as well. I'm gonna run things a ton differently though, and it's just gonna be amazing. There are actually local High school tournaments we could get in on. They've got guys, they;ve got coed, and they've got girls tournaments. I just think that'd be amazing.

When my dad tries to trick me into doing an Eagle project, he always asks "So what are you passionate about?" The only thing that I can ever come up with is Frisbee. I really want to do this. I really think that it's gonna happen. If I take 4th period athletics next year, that means I'll have every other day after school off. That means I can run games, I can run little clinics for people who wanna learn to throw a frisbee. I can set up a website, I can advertise, I can make cool Ultimate montages. Who needs noscopes when you've got frisbee?

So who's with me? If you're not, I'll find others. But we'll be dedicated, and we'll make it fun. There is a serious lack of professional frisbee this year. None of this 3-step crud. None of this "I don't wanna go" crud. If you don't wanna go don't sign up. There will be amazing frisbee next year, even if I've got to fail every class to make it happen.

Speaking of failing, I'm never gonna graduate. We got those stupid "how are you doing towards graduation?" papers the other day. Yeah, I've got like, 9 gym credits, about a million electives, comp tech, applied tech, whatever else. It's not even good, I'm not gonna graduate. Who needs a diploma anyways?

So that's all. Life is getting better. Sometimes it bites a little, but that's not too hard to shake if you know the ways to get happy again. Merry Christmas everybody.

Blogalogalogalog

/in come the shrews

at least Peter will appreciate my title.

Well, it's been a while since my last blog, but thats cause I've been a little busy. It's nice to be able to say I've been busy, because generally I'm not. Generally I'm just a lazy slob that pretends to be busy, but the last couple days I actually have been. So, that's my excuse, and I'm stickin with it.

So, what's been going on in my life the last week? way too much editing, not enough sleep, and definitely not enough kill-taculars. (Even though I did get one in Counterstrike earlier today, which was AMAZING)

Pretty much, last week my main worry was the seminary video. The plan was to film on Tuesday or something, so I totally sluffed track so I could make it, and it ends up that we didn't have a camera. See, I don't have a camera, because I'm just that lame. They knew that when they asked me to film for them. One of the seminary teachers has one that they always let council borrow, so we're like "Aight, we'll just ask him to bring it so we can film." But, due to lack of communication, we didnt have a camera. So we go to hailey's house and make a script. It took alot longer than necessary, but that's alright. That was a bit stressful, but oh well right.

So, we decide we're gonna film friday, before school, and after. So that means I've got to be at the seminary building at 6, hooray. So, I go to bed at 8, which was ridiculously amazing. Wake up, anad show up on time. I forgot the tripod, so the whole video ended up shaky, but oh well. So, we film, and things go slow. Filming takes alot longer than anybody ever thinks it will. I don't know what the deal is, but it takes ages. We film, nothing too great happens. There are alot of funny people on council though. To quote Taylor, when he was trying to be a bad guy: "I'd wear a shirt that says "I think modest girls are hot"...but I don't." That was just hilarious.

After school filming. This means 2 things. 1) I miss track, which was swimming, and looked really fun. 2) I don't get to go home for a long time. We film, and it gets done. I'm not too excited to edit it, because the filming didn't go too well. We were short people so we had to borrow some of the swim team for extras. Mind you, they were in speedos. Those aren't seminary appropriate, at least not the sizes they were wearing. I actually had to edit some shorts on to them, that was great.

Sigh. Long story short, I spent all of Sunday after church and all of yesterday till about 1 editing. It ended up about 10 minutes, and you know what? It's not even good. My name isn't on it. Last time I didn't put my name on it because I was working on that humility thing. This time I didn't put my name on it cause I don't want to be associated with the trainwreck that I created. It's not really funny, it's not real uplifting. It actually makes me pretty sad. I didn't salvage it. I was in charge, and it pretty much bombed. It hasnt been shown yet... I turned it in today. Chances are y'all will see it thursday and friday. I apologize in advance.

Despite how crappy that last paragraph sounds, I'm doing pretty well myself. I am very happy to be alive today, 'specially considering how close I came to death.

Ok, not really close to death at all, but I expected today to be alot worse. I was up till 1:30 last night working. till 1 editing, then I had to write a speech for English from 1 to 1:30. The written speech blew, but I had to give it today in class, and I decided to just screw what I had written and go off on my own. I'm alright at telling stories and arguing with people, and the speech was a mix of that so I figure I did pretty good.

When I stepped out of school today I was surprised to not be in tears. I finished the day! Look at me go. 4.5 hours of sleep yesterday, no nap. Ages spent hitting my head against the keyboard while I try to get the video to work. And I'm still alive. No alligator attacks.

So, pretty much this blog sucks big time too. I ought to start a mediocre production company that just makes crappy stuff for a living. none of this good stuff that sells, oh no, I make crappy stuff now.

Ummm.... anything else that needs to be said? Nah, not really. Nothin' y'alls want to hear at least. I figure I've complained enough today. Time to go salvage the rest of today by writting about politics, swing over to my philosophy to hear it.

Well then, g'night. I took a 4 hour nap today, and I'm still tired. I've got not much left inside, aside from those fajitas I ate for dinner.

Hall Tag

Hey everybody, happy thursday. Right now it's about 6:17, and I'm nearly ready for bed. I have to be at the school tomorrow at 6 to film another Seminary video. Aye, that's gonna be rough. Oh well, at least I'll finally get a good nights rest because of it. I havent had a nap today, and I'm gonna run off to bed ever so soon. I just wanted to get some stuff out for you all before I run off.

So, life has been fairly swell these days. I've been sleeping everyday in class this week, but only when I can afford to. I'm not a slacker or anything, I just like to use my free time to sleep, is that so bad? I don't think it is. Today my algebra table got the smart idea to put the long pointy end of my glasses in my ear as I slept. That's just not a good idea. See, us Thatchers are generally very nice people. We joke around being mean, but deep down I think we're pretty nice. We're nice until you wake us up that is. People just shouldn't try to wake us up, it's a bad idea. People especially shouldn't try to wake us up by putting crap in our ears. That made me pretty mad for the next hour or so. Last time I help them with algebra.

Anyways, Track today was way cool. We were supposed to go to the Kearns Ice Oval, but couldn't, so we stayed back and played Hall tag. We had about 10 people playing, and 3 people were it. They carried around a rolled up hand-towel, or a sock-in-a-sock. Their goal was to run and hit somebody with that. Whoever got hit was it. We could run anywhere in the school, as long as it was a hallway. A and B hall were considered off limits due to their remoteness.

Taylorsville is built pretty good for this. Every hall has 2 access points. One from above, and one from below. That means that you've always got somewhere to run, but that also means that you've got 2 ways to get surprised. For this game you had to be quick, but you had to be smart too. Well, I've got the smarts mostly handled, but good crap I can't sprint. I used to think I was good. yeah, nope. I can go run a mile faster than most fatkids, but they can outsprint me 80% of the time.

So, Hansen explains the rules to us, then just tells us "...........run" So we all sprint out of there like crazy, and the bad guys follow us about 4 seconds later. At this point we are all out sprinting like madmen. Everyone is fresh, and the guys that are it don't wanna be it for long.

Sprinting out like a gazelle, I chance a look back, and they're right behind us. Hoping that I'd lose the pack, I turned down H-hall or I-hall, im not sure, it was all a blur. Unfortunately, 2 other guys went that way, so one of the it's branched off and followed us. One of my fellow gazelles outran me with ease, but the other was as fast as me, so we were racing to not be the last guy. we got to the end of the hall quick, and then had to mount the stairs. I got the edge on him there, thanks to all those crappy stadium circuits we did for Cross country. I can do stairs like none other thanks to those. Anyways, I'm now not the last one, but I'm still pretty vulnerable. We start back up the hall way, except now we're on the top floor. The first guy branches and goes north, towards G-hall, and I go south towards the gym. The bad guy follows the other guy, so I'm safe for now.

Coach had told us to keep moving, even if we weren't being followed, so I kept a joggin. I had made it around the gym area once, and then gone down towards the center, and was coming down the bottom of H-hall towards the main hall when a hunter turned the corner, about 15 feet in front of me.

Had I been a swearing man, I would have cussed like a sailor. It's the worst feeling in the world. You know that you're trapped. He's facing you with a sock, 15 feet away. You've got to turn around, accelerate, and somehow keep running fast enough not to get hit, and long enough for him to give up. He's just got to keep his pace and own you. Pretty much, you're screwed.

My face contorts in fear for a moment, and then quick as a half submerged hippopotamus, I turn on a dime and book it down the hall the opposite way. I've got no hope of outrunning him, he's alot faster than me, I've got crappy shoes, and c'mon, its the circle of life, he was bound to hit me. He caught me when I slowed down for the stairs, and gave me a very resounding smack across the back. He dropped the sock, flashed a grin, and he was off. He was off limits to me now, at least for a bit. I couldn't turn around and be a lamewad to hit him, I had to go find fresh prey.

This was only about 3 or 4 minutes into the game. The hunters and the prey hadn't had time to sufficiently evolve to best suit the environment. The longer someone plays a game the better at it they get. They learn which hallways are least trafficked, they learn how to best sneak up, and how to best avoid getting snuck up on. Well, this was 3 minutes into the evolutionary time period, they hadn't learned jack yet. I knew I wasn't fast, but I figured I might be a tiny bit more clever than them as of yet, so I turned that to my benefit.

I stowed the towel underneath my right arm, in the armpit really. This way, I could approach other prey without them thinking I was going to bust out and smack them. I picked this up pretty quick, after the first guys saw me from ages away and booked it. I wasn't gonna catch them, so I had to adapt. I busted that thing into my armpit, and then just casually jogged over to Levi. He thought I was just a friendly little gazelle until I smacked him upside the head with my now-sweaty-sock. He sighed only as Levi can, and picked up the fallen sock and trudged off the other way. I sure thought I was smart.

Well, It ends up that being smart definitely isn't going to save you in this game. You get hosed no matter what you do. You'll be prancing along a hall you know to be deserted, and all the sudden two bad guys will pincer you. One from upstairs, and the other from downstairs. You know that they didn't plan it, but it happened sporadically what seemed like every time. Other times you'd just pop up and the bad guys would be on top of you. Other times you just didn't run as fast as them (....ok, all the time...)

The game went on though, I got tagged, and I subsequentially tagged. It was super super fun, because it was total commando action. There was a phobia about stopping to walk for too long, because Hansen would smite us, so we all tried to keep moving around. We all tried to sneak around a little when we were alone. We learned pretty quick where all the mirrors were in the building so we could peek around corners without being peeked upon. Stairways were interesting, because if you ducked right you could be almost invisible, and still see down the hallway. We got to be good friends with all the janitors, making them do recon for us. We learned which stairways you could reach from one level to the next and still tag them. It was crazy fun.

In the end, I didn't end up with a sock. That's all that matters. I spent alot of time with the sock though, but it was fun anyways. The simplest of games, but one that developed into a pretty serious affair pretty quick. I love it.

Having fun isnt hard when you've got a library card. Its not hard when you've got 10 guys and a couple socks either.

And with that, I'm out. I have to be up at 5 tomorrow. That's 10 hours from now. good crap. We're swimming for track tomorrow after school, and i'm gonna have to film then too. Before, and after school. Oh man, there better be some freakin' sweet halo action to make up for this stuff. It really ought to end up a good video, I'll slap it up here as soon as she's done.

In the meantime, here's a pretty sweet quote. I'm gonna toss one up every time now, cause I've got alot of them that are good. so.... yeah. G'night all, have a good one. I'll see y'all later.

"I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters."
- Solomon Short

A Day in the Life of Christopher J Thatcher

Welcome dear friends and associates, to another excited episode in my life. I sure hope this blog turns out good, I've done alot of work on it. I hope you enjoy it. If not, go suck a lemon.

The other night I had the crazy inspiration to write down everything I did in one day, and then make a blog about it. I waited on the idea for about a week, but today decided that I was finally going to do it. So I tracked around school today with my trusty little notebook and my trusty little blue bunny pen, and wrote down pretty much everything. This is the chronicle of one day of my life. Italicized text is what I actually wrote in my little notebook. Normal text is stuff that I've added later. I hope you enjoy. Begin!

5:50 - Get up, pee, back to bed.
My alarm went off, so I turned it off, took a leak, then crawled back into bed till mom forces me up.

6:24 - Finally get up, enter shower.

6:35 - Finish getting all ready upstairs, and proceed downstairs.

6:41 - I test, and my bloodsugar is 154. That's good, not super good though. That means 6 novalog, 11 novalin, and one bowl of costco granola.
This is good. my bloodsugar usually sucks, it's good this morning. Hooray.

*Note* I actually ended up eating Malt-o-Meal's equivalent of cinnamon toast crunch, yumm

6:46 - mmmm, cinnamon toast crunch-like cereal.

6:51 - Bowl in sink, as I ate I thought about yesterday. Today will be great.

6:55 - While I wait for Sis to get exit bathroom I check the weather. Mostly cloudy, high of 31. Disappointing, but not gonna make me sad. My head hurts a bit, is she out yet? Don't worry, my head felt fine all day except for now.

6:58 - She exits, I go to do hair and brush teeth!

7:03 - My teeth are clean, my hair is good. Not really on the hair. Today was a "Who gives a crud about your hair?" day. Just like the past 25 days have been too. Every morning I get up, do my hair, and say "Hmm, I don't care." and by the end of the day I'm happy with it. In the meantime, I don't care. Hooray! too lazy to write it.

7:11 - Me and mom just filled out the stuff for indoor track. I'm ready, and excited for school, but no ride yet. So we wait.

7:15 - Leave - dad. Dad drives me to school, pretty normal.

7:21 - get here, Michaels coat, hooray off to physics. Translation: I arrived at school without accident. I was wearing Michaels coat cause mine still smells like fire. I'm excited for physics.

Sometime during physics: I get to physics on time. In the halls I saw Nitro smack Alan with a mathbook, it was pro. Olsen said I was "one of the highest" in the class. Awww. I hope we watch dumb videos in here. Ought to be good, Olsen is still stoned.

SDP - Whoohoo! Dumb video time! Sure it's a waste of time that makes me stupid, but it's a waste of time nonetheless.

"Does anyone know the second law of motion?" Of course I do! Am I gonna say anything? heck no.

Oh good, Hawaiian flamboyant physics professor. Hooray!

Hmm, they got new tables in Hawaii, too bad they still dress like the '80s. So we're watching this Hawaiians physics man, and it's nutty.

I'm cold and sleepy.

Good nap, I fell asleep. Yeah,I fell asleep halfway through. I always do with this guy. How many of you's be knowing how long it takes for me to fall asleep? It begins with an "N" and ends with "ot very long."

-Later- Aight, still sleepy. I get the physics 100% though, makes sense.

So, just got my test back. 144/150. Highest. I'm mad though, cause I missed an easy one. Oh well, Off to golf!

Between 5th and 6th - Here I am in world history. I such at vector golf with the grid. I hit 1 shot out of 4, not even good. I hate this class. Kill me now. Robert sucks.

9:30 - booooooooring. We're correcting in world history, my person didn't do much of her assignment. So, I sit here, nearly dying.

why does everyone have to ask "Does this count?" just figure it out! Classic line from today - "How could they stop wars? Try to be friends!" Glen honestly put the answer "They could try to be friends" to the question "What could the pope and kings have done to limit some wars that went on in the middle ages?" Good times, gotta love Glen.

9:36 - To fight boredom, we put a rubber band around one hand, and have to get it off like a retard, yay! 1 minute, 14 seconds was my record. Ok, that's a pretty fun game. You put a rubber band on your thumb, then snake it behind your fingers and put it on your pinky. Make sure its tight, then you've got to get it off just using that hand. It's fun!

9:42 - Test time. pee. I got no idea how to do this madness, It's BS time.

10:15 Break time. I'm all done 'cept for 3 essays. I have no idea on them, so I'm leaving them till next time. I didn't have my notebook. Oh well, 5 minutes till TVTV. I don't know if I'm gonna make it.

10:20 - Sweet lady freedom! I made it.

10:24 - Stop the press. Robert got an A on his assignment. Good crap, it's amazing, I'm surprised. Yes. He did make me write that.

Band - I play crappy in Jazz 2, good in combined. It was cold in there, and I didn't write. yeah. So, band was good I guess. I do fine if I'm confident, but if I'm not I don't hit notes right. It's bad news, I'm not good at all, you can tell.

Lunch - I ran to my locker, then me, Jasahn, and Robert go to firebert's house to play halo. we played 2 games of lockout. I got 2nd and 3rd. It was great. Almost missed 8th period, had to run. Ok, it was good times with Halo. I was playing pretty good, and keeping up with Paco at least. I got some good plays, it was good times indeed.

1:00 - Our final for Macbeth is to write an essay on one of 18 topics. They all suck, I've got no idea, and it's hand written.

In short, I'm screwed.

I get to English, and this is the assignment for the whole day. Curseword.

1:03 - I'm gonna write on "Who is ultimately responsible for Duncan's death?" We're searching for Mike hoffman. We've got the vampire sub. The vampire sub is the one that got lasered by the dentist, and had to tell the whole world about it. Its a sad story the first 4 times you hear it. After that, you begin to think she's just a lady on a soapbox, and then you begin to hope the soapbox will catch fire. luckily, she kept it down today.

1:15 - I just got done webbing, but can't seem to start. I want stallion so bad. I don't wanna do it..............Maybe it's me. Do you know how hard it is for me to write by hand? Pretty hard.

1:18- Still nothing.

1:21 - Ahhh! I wanna go ride bikes. ADD sets in, HARD.

1:25 - I just threw a paper in the [garbage] can from my desk and made it! Score! Still wrote nothing.

1:26 - I'm actually moaning. At this point, I audibly starting moaning like some sort of wounded cow. It was pretty fun.

1:35 - I just finished my intro paragraph. 4 more to go. w00t.

1:44 - 2nd paragraph done, I feel like my brains are getting sucked out of my nose. Send help soon. I'm gettin desperate here folks, Its so hard to concentrate. Courtney and Joey and Erin are very distracting people. Ahhh!

1:47 - I just took a break and visited Steven in the hallway. I'm a rebel. So, I saw Steve Mundee in the hallway, and just walked out of class to hang out with him for 3 seconds. Good times.

1:54 - 15 minutes left, and halfway through paragraph 3. Ahhh!

2:00 - One paragraph left! This essay blows! Oh well!

2:07 - Done! It sucks, but it's done. Slap a catchy title ("I blame the economy") and turn it in. w00t, time for track.


2:19 - No shirt on. Jason has ragin pecs. Yeah, he made me write that too. In the locker room he saw me writing, and made me say that. Don't ask.

3:30 - Track just got finished. 20 minutes indoor. Should have been easy, wasn't.

It was fun to hang out w/ the CC guys again, my legs hurt. It's just a fun time when you get a bunch of guys that like hanging out with each other to run around inside the school together. We jumped and hit every single thing that we could possibly touch for the first 3 or 4 laps. Then they all started doing insane stunts and crap that were just funny. Thadeus did a cartwheel, and a roundoff, then a somersault. Wow, I wish I was as cool as that studmuffin.

Now I wait for pops.

3:34 - outside sittin' on the curb waiting. Dad is gonna take me straight to the doc. I'm worried, He's not gonna be happy. (the doc). My A1C is gonna be high. Oh well, at least I've exercised. Maybe I'll hit 6 foot. When you go to the Doc they measure your weight and height. The last couple times I've been there I've always got closer to 6 foot, but never hit it. I really want to today.

3:41 - Dad gets me, we drive to the Doc. I take a little nap cause I'm exhausted.

4:07 - Made it here, Dad logs in, I sit and look at fish. It smells funny. I love this place, cause its a pediatric place, for little kids ya know. So there are always a bunch of little 7 year olds running around, then me. They sit and watch Disney movies, and I sit there and try not to look too scary. It doesn't work, they always run from me.

4:43 - On the road again. So, they call us back to the room, and the nurse comes in to do her junk. She must have been new, not even good. I'm shrinking. She's not good at blood. The nurse wasn't even good! She didn't do the A1C blood thing right, and then blamed it on me. I was a little ticked. She got my height wrong I'm pretty sure. How can I be shrinking?! She measured me at 5'11.25, which is shorter than last time! Ahh!

Dr. Lindsay came in, and we joked about me gettin' last in CC. Then we got down to business. My A1C was poop, 8.6, not even good. So, I got switched to Lantus, which I'm excited about. It ought to be good, he was nice about it, didn't really hassle me too much. On the road~ I expected him to give me a lecture about how bad I sucked, but he didn't. He was pretty mellow today, which was surprising to me. He was way nice about stuff though. He seemed glad that I was running and stuff. He sent me home with 2 vials of Lantus, which is alot cooler than the novalin I'm on now. it works 24 hours long, not just 8 like novalin. I think I'm gonna be able to take alot better care of myself now. Score.

5:12 - Home, hooray. On the drive home me and dad talked about band stuff, I don't know if I'm gonna do it next year. I saw a crane that said "Putzmeister." Made me laugh. I really need to take care of my bloodsugar. C'mon, a crane that says putzmeister, that's funny.

Check my email - More junk from colleges. I shouldn't have signed up for that trash. I'm gonna waste the next 30 minutes. Every day I come home and see I have mail, and I'm so excited. Then I realize it's from the university of Colorado, blah blah blah. Shutup.

I just got a good email forward! Ha!

5:30 - That was unproductive. Nothing exciting. Nada fun. I think it's nap time, I'm out, like a fat girl in dodge ball. Nap time!

6:20 - I'm tired, the power it out, we're going to dinner now. I wanna sleep! So, they woke me up, and I really didn't wanna wake up. I have trouble waking up.

9:23 - I didn't write for 3 hours, here's how it went.

We drove to La Frontera (106th South State) and ate. I had a smothered burrito with cheese and onions, way good. I had fun being with the familia.

So, we came home, and our power is still out. Steph suggests we go to the dollar theater and see Just Like Heaven, so we do. Mom doesn't want to, oh well.

I absolutely loved the movie. It's the best movie I've seen in a long time. I suggest it to anybody. Best dollar I've spent on a movie in a long time. Wow, that was a super great movie. Good times indeed. Best movie I've seen in ages, go see it now. It costs a dollar, c'mon.

So, the power is out. It's a very odd deal. It's been out for at least 3 hours now, and it's a tiny block that is powerless. When we got home we looked out our back window and saw our back door neighbors had power. We groaned, and said they were buttheads. 30 seconds later their lights went out. Oops. I feel like a bad person for that.

So, I write by flashlight. It's fun. Nothing to do. I think ima read my sticks.

9:31 - Whoohoo! I just went downstairs to read and before I had opened the BOm the Christmas tree turned on! Yay! Power! My computer is booting up right now, I'm gonna type this all up real soon. w00t.

9:32 - Internet is down, I gotta go restart dad's comp. Ahh.

9:33 - Nah, I don't. We have liftoff..er.... Login.

9:40 - When there's no power it seems WAY late. Now I'm up, perky, and seeing things w.o the use of a flashlight. Messenger is fun, a waste of time, but fun. Gonna fly now. So now I'm just hanging out on my computer, it's fun stuff. I love electricity.

9:51 - I lack the motivation gene.

9:53 - Well, I typed my title, but I'm chatting, and just started whiteboard with autumn, so it might be a while.

9:58 - Whiteboard woulnd't connect. I guess I write at last!

10:35 - Finish transcribing notebook. Gonna add comments now.

10:52 - Finish comments.

Today has been a really great day. It's been a long one, with all sorts of stuff in it. Tomorrow is gonna be a great day too methinks. Umm, I think that's it. Live long and prosper guys, I hope this was more fun than boring. I had fun doing it. Alrighty, G'night all.

The Upheaval

Something weird is going on. Its not like one of those weird things that goes on in the middle of the night when you think there's an elephant in your driveway making weird noises at you, its like one of those weird things when you wake up in the middle of the night and you realize that you're switched 180 degrees, your feet are where your head ought to be, and you have no idea how it happened.....but there aren't elephants.

See, those of you who know me (That ought to be all of you, unless there are weird pedophiles out there) you all know that I'm pretty old. Im pretty much an old man. I like my cereal cold, my TV as quiet as possible, my cars slow, and fiber glass tall and frothy. I'm a little afraid of change, I've got to admit. I go to restaurants, and I get the exact same thing every time. I'm afraid of this new age technology. I'm afraid of cell phones, escalators, and the future. And thats why this week has blown my socks off.

I am acting uncharacteristically bold, which is kinda crazy. I've done things this past week that I've never done in my life before, and I enjoyed them! The sky is definitely falling. Heads up.

So, Monday was a normal day, so was tuesday. Then wednesday hit, and weird things started happening. In Chemistry I made a fool of myself by randomly shouting "Fluorine!" when the answer clearly wasn't fluorine, but I was too stupid to even know what the question was. That wasn't much of a biggie though, just me screwin up, that's fine.

And then I got fat.

In fitness for life, we did our warmups and stretches, situps, pushups, whatnot. Then we went out to run our 6 laps, and I hauled butt like usual, just like every other day of my old man life. We all got back, and Mackay unlocked the good old closet and started dishing out basketballs and whatnot. Generally I'd wander over to a game and join, but on Wednesday, I sat my fat butt down with Marissa, Courtney, and Katie, and I talked like I was a fat girl. Those three girls aren't fat, I'm not saying that at all. But I felt like a fat girl, and I sure enjoyed it. I didn't run, I didn't break a sweat. I didn't block any shots, or own anybody at badminton. In fact, I never stood up. For the first day of my life, I was lazy in fitness for life, and it was fun. I've now seen the other side of the fence, and the grass truly is greener over there.

Will I be lazy forever? Nah, chances are I'm gonna work my butt off tomorrow just for fun. But now I have tasted of the fruit of laziness, and I know the joy of sitting in the middle, and watching basketballs go by, and not chasing them. I know the agony of watching the birdy fall into the circle of sitting people and having to fight them to get it back no more. I AM the sitting people, I am the obstacle, and I love it!

So that was kinda weird, but that wasn't the biggest shocker. My mom and dad are out of town for the last 2 days. That means that there wasnt anyone to make my lunch this morning. You see, my mom is amazing. She does everything, she's just the very best. If she needed to copy the mona lisa in a day, she could do it, im not sure how, but she'd find a way. Anyways, with her gone I'm kind of like a beached whale... incapable of anything. And since I don't know how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich too well, I decided that this morning instead of making a lunch I'd take money for a lunch.

Yeah, I bought a lunch at school. What the crap? I was shocked too.

It was pizza, and it was everything I always dreamed of. Greasy, cheesy, peperoni-y. It left my hands dripping with liquid gold. It was rich, it was fluffy, it wasn't a ham sandwich. I bought pizza for the first, or maybe the second time. I might have done it once before in 7th grade, I just don't remember. Either way, this was monumental. My first high school piece of pizza. wow.
My rebellion didn't end there. When sharks get a taste of blood, they become man eaters, they lust after more. Generally they're nice docile creatures that like man. But not anymore, now that they know the truth about how good we taste, they crave us. With my recent taste of expensive school food, I wanted more! I soon found my prize. The MegaBite. A quarter pound cookie with 75 carbohydrates, 480 calories, and the most heavenly taste ever. I like to call it "Diabetic Coma in a wrapper." I spent 2.50 on lunch today, and didn't have a piece of white bread.

First laziness, and now pizza. What is going on? What's the next bandwagon I'm gonna jump on next? Does anyone have a nightmare before Christmas sweatshirt I can borrow? Does anyone know how to put mascara on a boy? I need girl pants!

Ahhhh! I don't know what's happening to me. The forbidden fruit of laziness and pizza has finally breached my once impenetrable defense of pride, and now I'm just like everybody else. No longer can I say that I worked super hard every day in fitness for life. No longer can I say I had a sack lunch every day of my life.

And you know what? I don't care, cause pizza tastes good, and sitting down and talking is more fun than getting hosed at basketball. That's right. I'm average, and I love it!