That was fast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Fight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christopher Thatcher -out-

Thank You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks Dan Rasband, for being the best teacher ever.

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

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

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

Thanks Kyle and Tanya for making me run Cross Country.

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

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

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

Thanks Sylvia, for listening.

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

Thanks Kyle, for being a good little brother.

Thanks Levi, for being my comedic relief, always.

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

Thanks Donald for letting me call him that.

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

Thank you guys for reading this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks Nick for thinkin' I'm cool.

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

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

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

Thanks Jeff, for talking nerdy with me.

Thanks Microsoft and Walmart, for making my life easier.

Thanks Mr. Bauer, for teaching me stuff.

Thanks Jason, for being my foyle.

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

Thanks for the RAM sharpe.

Thanks for teaching me to program Michael.

Thanks Brothers Whitmer and Pearce for being stallions.

Thanks Tania for being a great friend.

Thanks Valerie for being fun.

Thanks for the genes mom and dad.

Thanks for teaching me to read, teachers in elementary.

Thanks for teaching me to write, Bauer and Colver.

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

Thanks for Halo Bungie.

Thanks for Frisbee Mr. Frisbee.

Thanks for lighting your field at night bennion elementary.

Thanks for being president Mr. Bush.

Thanks for March Madness seminary.

Thanks Marissa, for making me smile last year.

Thanks Kyle, for being my warcraft buddy.

Thanks Peter, for listening to my stupid ideas.

Thanks to whoever programmed my calculator games.

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

Thanks for region dances.

Thanks simpsons, for making me good at nerd team.

Thanks Theron, for being my hero.

Thanks Wright brothers, you guys rock.

Props to the founding fathers, you ownt those brits.

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

Thanks Steph, for playing the piano for us.

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

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

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

Thanks for firefox, I love it so.

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

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

Thanks to seventh graders, for being sevies.

Thanks Sylvia, for not being dead.

Thanks Levi, for getting rid of that part.

Thanks for the insulin doc.

Thanks to all my friends for being there.

Thanks to my family for making me who I am.

Thanks for life.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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

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

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

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

The Best Game Ever Played II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got a serious problem here folks

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



Question: Does diabetes hurt? (Jason Liu)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, I stole it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Answer: That's easy. Morris

Happy Halloween

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's right, I dropped her camera.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

> mediocre

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's nice to win sometimes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best day of my life? Probably.

*edit*

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

*end edit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm Such a Rebel

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely not me, that's for sure.

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

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

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

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

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

"HOLY CRAP! HE'S REALLY TALL!"

Yeah, I'm awesome.

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

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

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

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

"...But he commands fifty!"

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

So, three awesome stories, starting now.

.....Go!

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

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

Molen: "Sure, go for it"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*deep breath*

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

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

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

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

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

High Fives

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thoughts on Frisbee

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

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

Dang. That’s irritating.

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

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

So, here's the plan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mediocre

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So.... yeah. happy business.

Ice Bath

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...and then we got in it.

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

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

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

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

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

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