Alberni

Today I travelled to the ends of the island. Well, kinda. Port Alberni. Woot. Why? Because that is what the band was doing, and if I don't go I lose marks. I hate marks. But that's something entirely different. Fact is, I don't think I really matter being in the band at all. What I play cannot really be heard later on. And no one would really miss me there. Also, I don't think I even signed up for it this year. Why do I keep going? I don't know.

This morning I arose at three to do papers, which were completed around five. Then I slept for half an hour. Normally when you don't sleep for too long, you wake up feeling gross, more tired than when you started, and you can taste all the missed sleep. It's gross. But when I awoke at quarter to six...it was amazing. It felt like the best sleep I've ever had. Then long bus ride, try to sleep cuz I really don't have any band friends. And over half the guys are...well, gross has been over used, but they aren't quite perverted I guess...They do what normal nonchristian guys do. Nothing tells them it ain't right I guess.

When I finally arrived back around 4ish, I went to the church for the kiddie programs. Lot's of fun. And then there was the bus. The fun just kinda leeked away. It's hard to fit when everybody starts coupling up without actually coupling up. I don't think I'll go anymore. No no I'll still go. But more to see Rick and Greg. They are pretty darn cool.

I'm off to sleep after this dasterdly long day. Happy travels.

coffee types...

You Are a Soy Latte

At your best, you are: free spirited, down to earth, and relaxed At your worst, you are: dogmatic and picky You drink coffee when: you need a pick me up, and green tea isn't cutting it Your caffeine addiction level: medium

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

Well, just for record, i dont like coffee, but i figured id succumb to the fact that everyones getting them...just this once...

overclocked

Thanks guys. I don't like to leave my blog hanging in that sorta mood though, so...

I have once again been sucked into the nerdasity that is. There is a site out there of people to love to play games and love thier music. These people don't just talk about how great it is, they go and MAKE THEIR OWN. And it gets put up on the site. It's actually really cool, because there are so many games with music that is simply amazing, and this brings it back life. Or at least puts it on your computer. Anyway, you just go there and can download the stuff, and it's free, right, cuz none of these people are doing it for money. I mean, if I had the stuff and knew how to play music, I'd be right there. They've got everything, from Sonic the hedgehog to Chrono Trigger, to music from the Zeldas, Final Fantasy, even Halo. They have everything. Well, not everything, but an ever growing collection.

Maybe this is a new height of low. Paradox. But I don't care. It actually is terrific. So, even if you don't play games of the electronic type, check it out. www.ocremix.org

Helpless

The last post was random and weird and off focus, or something like that. But I don't feel like deleteing it. I was tired. Nothing to say I'm not tired now, but there is help to keep me awake this time...Sarah, and tell Kaitlin this too, the snacks and ice cream and everything was amazing. And the chocolate. Oh the chocolate.

Chocolates good and all, but it doesn't smooth over life problems at all. It's not that my life is burdened with problems. Which makes me wonder why I try so hard to get away from it. But no matter. I become aware of my friends and how different their lives are. I try not to be limited to one group of friends. That means that no one group gets a super amount of attention. Or should mean that. Sometimes how I live favours different groupings. It varies.

In one of these groups, a couple of them ran into a problem that I was made aware of, but not really dragged in. And it isn't confined to them. I suppose it's a common teenage disease( it isn't really a disease, but it affects many of these around my age.), but I don't like to think I'm a common teenager, so...With out going into anything with any detail whatsoever, I request your help. I really can't say anything to them that helps. So I would ask that help me pray for these people that I will not give names to. Pray for their safety, for their minds and spirits and souls.

I've tried to help, and this is all that is left. I've been using it along the way...But whereever two or three are gathered, there God will be also. He will answer the prayer. Now, maybe we wouldn't be gathered as in all occupying the same general area, but gathered in united prayer is really the same right? It's worth a shot. Thanks for hearing me out.

the cat

Dun dun dun

Today I was chilling with sir Cronk, the knight of freedom and justice. They dogsit, or something like that, cuz they always have weird creatures of the canine type who occupy their house. There was a tiny one of some breed, whose name was Levi. He was sorta following us, and smelled like a dog. Yeah, I know he IS a dog, but he doesn't have to smell like one, right? Anyways they also own a feline. This cat pwns. It was chilling on the back of the couch, and then Levi came up, and the cat scared this tiny k9 away with a hiss and a swipe. It was sooo funny. Less sleep enhances some things...

Eventually, we went downstairs. Followed by the dog. This dog was funny, I can't quite remember. Maybe because he got PWND BY A CAT. He would sit up beside us and he was shaking or something...that cat must have really gotten to him. But enough about those hair shedding and spreading animals.

Today, there were some half decent puns cracked, so I figured I'd go find some good ones around. That was before I remembered that the previous statement is an oxymoron. Good puns don't exist. It was gross and definately not worth it.

You know what is worth it though? Especially if you wish to claim true geekerdom? Too much hype on the internet to find you something solid, but look up 'Leeroy Jenkins'. Famous it has become.

SLADE

Slade is amazing.

Slade doesn't sleep, he just waits.

Slade can stop the puck with his eyes. Just by looking at it.

When Slade was young, he didn't wet the bed.

The bed wet itself.

In fear.

More tribute to those attendies of that college. The first night there, we went and watched a hockey game between the Vancouver Giants and the Kelowna Rockets. That night, apparently three scores of three entirely different games were the same. 3-2

Slade was the goalie for the Giants. He had the support of some of the students who weren't afraid to voice it. A hockey game has an atmosphere that no other place has. Completely unique and apart. Even so, I don't see why everyone likes it soo much. It deserves it's appreciation. Does this make me less Canadian, if I don't really like hockey? I don't think it matters. A Canadian prolly wouldn't mind. Back in the day we invited the world to this country, before we were famous for bacon and hockey and peacekeeping...And they were Canadian. Let's go with this for a bit.

Once, it was brought up about what nationality really mattered. What does it REALLY mean to be Canadian? Does it mean you live here? Love hockey? Bacon? That we're laid back? There is the Canadian stereotype, but what does this really mean? I don't actually know, and it is different for each person. I haven't given this much thought recently, but here it is now, so...yeah. There's something to chew on.

In the spy cell of the Crevice, we've been attempting a discover of what the differences are in these "denomination" things. There's a good gangmob of persons getting baptised this upcoming Sunday. So we figured maybe baptism. One letter away from batism. haha. But then there was an opposition who wanted to do mormons. They have some different beliefs. I'm not gonna outright bash them, just to be nice. So anyway, we reached the compromise of doing both

Yay. That means that maybe, instead of doing this and letting you all into my life, I should do that out of responsibility, setting an example for the spy cell. Oops. I made them their questions, different from the ordinary. Josh would send out the same thing everytime. I thought it silly, so I took that over.

Apparently I'm turning more A-D-D. And Those I hang out with are becoming less. Bad trade.

I don't believe I have anything coherent left to write... I don't think I would make a good counsellor. I'm really not nice enough. I get annoyed with the fact that people won't do what can help them, and that I can't. Then snappy.

See? All coherency has left. Slade will help. Dustin Slade can do anything....

College

Have you ever seen the shirt where it has the word 'college' on it, slightly off center, just that touch to make you wonder why it doesn't look right? Me neither. I heard about it from Graham, and he's pretty good at telling people about stuff he likes.

This weekend I travelled of the island over to the distant, spread out land of Abbotsford. Corey Block once said 'nothing good comes out of Abbotsford'. There is a many things that are radly cool coming out of Abbotsford, from what I've seen. Summit Pacific was the reason for this trip, their program of Discovery Days drawing in young men and women from far and wide. It is a bible college. Now, when I hear 'bible college', it made me think of...well, to be honest, I'd never seen one and never really planned to, so I had absolutely no thoughts on it. Just some far away place some people go away to for a long time. Even though it's a bible college, itis still a college. The atmosphere is great, the students are crazy(They'd have to be to go to school on that hill. Man, stairs EVERYWHERE), and pretty decent food. I liked itthere. It was fun.

Ya wanna hear some stories though? I know I'm horrible at stories...no finish...it just kinda fades to the conclusion. But oh well. So, Saturday morning we all went down for breakfast at 8:30 (there were about a million tiny changes in how they did things, just cuz us prospective students were there. Like, normally on Saturday, they have a brunch thing later, instead of breakfast and lunch.) and Mike went for his coffee. And it was horrible. So, we described it as bwahh, him and michael and me. And I just had trouble spelling Michael. Is that right? Oh man...speaking of that kid, Saturday night, they gave out 5 scholarships of 750$, so he cheers, cuz thats pretty cool. 'Yay yay'. 3 of them go out, him cheering for each one, and then the lady giving them out says this next one is for someone in Sidney. Well, anyone of us 5 getting this is extremely cool, so he cheered louder( I didn't really feel like cheering. tired or something) Then IT WAS HIM!! and hes like oh what and he goes up and suddenly i felt like cheering and it was awesome possom to toss'em and floss'em. And really funny. Most of the students seemed to enjoy our antics. And our hats. Finally found a coffee table for Mike. But it's in a value village in Abbotsford. Great eh? OH and we got to meet Andrew Evans. He's pretty cool. As far as I can tell anyway. Kinda weird to think that one day he will be the youth pastor. MY youth pastor. Either I'm gonna get to know him pretty quick, or I'll be scurrying away to Nigeria or something. It's all just wait and see I guess. And, if anyone of you were ever considering eating a napkin, don't. It's not that bad getting it down (unless it gets stuck) but as it's going through...not the greatest experience in the world. We talked about eating gross things quite a bit. It was peculiar.

Am I going to go to this college of knowledge after I get out? I don't know. It's a school with homework and other stuff I'm not a fan of, but maybe if I live at the school it'll be easier? There's a lot of time to go. It's cool and all, but I'm locked to this island until I graduate, which is unfortunate, cuz I would rather check out everywhere else. Once, I loved the island. And it is a great place. However, it is becoming more and more inconvienient.

For now, I play the waiting game, for the future of my life.

Anyone down for president?

Inspiring

Happy spring break!! I suppose that doesn't apply to a whole lot of you, but it makes my week undefinably nicer. School just doesn't hold that same allure it did about ten years ago, when it was something looked forward to, and you wanted to learn times tables and do the show and tell...At least for me it was about ten years. Your numbers differ, most likely. The first time I heard about times tables, I had no clue what they were. I thought it was some kind of REAL table, none of this data on paper crap. That was in grade 1. One of the memories that decided to stick around for the years. Not quite sure why.

Just for kicks, This entry shall be random, and about whatever I please. I suppose most entries follow this kind of format, but this one shall be more free.

You know what are really good though? Brownies. Not quite sure what they are in japanese, but I guess it doesn't matter. Back a while, Jon and myself made a commercial for pretty much the most disgusting brownies ever. Well, I thought we were making a commercial. And we didn't do any of the filming and such. Just the theory and such. and we got a jingle:'Suspioipusly delicious' "They taste funny". That might not make sense, but that is just too bad. You really don't want to know. And if you know already, my humblest apologies for filling that part of your mind with something so pointless. But kind of funny.

I took my drivers test thinger way back in August, right before heading out to Ukraine, well, during the final week, but now everyone else is taking it. Slacker friends who had their birthday forever ago, and then friends who are coming of age, or just recently came of age. Honestly, I don't know if I would have taken the test by now if I hadn't gone on that trip of much tea and tomatoes. After, when I returned, I tried driving around a couple times. I might not be the best choice for driving. The last time I drove.... Okay, the van that belong to the family of mine is soo old. I mean, there is older, but when used soo much and by children entering and exiting it pretty much nonstop, age multiplies quickly. Children make things older, faster. It's a gift. So this vehicle of age has been repaired a million times, and still needs repairs, somewhere. Probably. Driving around the church parking lot, not fast at all, cuz where are you going to go in a parking lot? But I decide it is break time, so I begin to put on the brakes, but the van starts revving up. What the deuce? So I check the pedals and such, ya know, cuz I'm all new at this and everything. Look up just in time to avoid smashing into the car of Matthew Smith. Up the hill we go. Meanwhile, my mother screams at me to put on the brakes, but when ever I touch the confounded pedal the van of death goes faster, so I just yell back that I am. Nearly smash into the pillar at the top of the hill. Finally sure on which one is brake and gas, I just push the brake full down and this van stops at quite the awkward angle. Well, that was fun. Just for clarification, I was pushing on the brake before, but not hard because it revved up so I thought I was pushing the wrong one, but I wasn't so yeah. That's my excuse for not driving much. Yeah,I know it's lame, but...

I was in church the other day, and the pastor introduces this guy from Zambia, which reminds me of the announcements from the last few weeks, and suddenly I was glad I came to church. I mean, I'm always glad, but the reason varies sometimes. This time he made my day. His name was Harrison I believe, and he pretty much inspired me for life. Inspiration. That's a good word. I guess I don't always notice when I become inspired. I'll think the person who inspired me is the coolest person ever, but I might not always know why. Maybe that's it. Anyway, Harrison spoke about the healing of the paralytic, the one where four guys carried him up to the roof, dug a hole, and lowered the guy down. Let me just say, he got so much more out of that short story then I've gotten from many things. Compassion, Unity, Faith, and Perseverence. Those were what he named those four guys who carried the paralytic and are majorly responsible for his healing. I won't say anymore, because it isn't the same without the African accent. Amazing though.

Mr. Cronk and I are planning an excellent adventure for this summer, one to empty our piggy banks and change the world. Great intentions eh? But we don't really know where we are going. We had a plan, but the people necessary for that plan said we weren't good enough. Well, the said it an entirely different way, so that it meant an entirely different thing, but it still said we couldn't go there. So where will we go? To the plains of Africa? To the islands north of Australia, the Phillipines? No clue. All these people coming and speaking about missions only makes me want to go so much more, but where do I want to go? Where am I supposed to go? I don't think I've known for quite some time, but I've also been content with that. In order for these summer excursions to take place, I have to know a little bit of where to go. Where to go... I've always been a fan of the moon, but that seems to be more risk inspired than anything else. There's that inspired word again. I should figure that out.

DISCOVERY DAYS in a few days. I've never really considered after school school. University and college and such. To be honest, I'm going because a couple of my friends are going. But this could be really good. This could be direction giving, or maybe even 'inspiring'. Or it could be another weekend, chiling and learning with my friends. Either one is fine with me.

Randomness at it's finest.

Weird Weather

It snowed this morning. It took me a long time to figure that out though. I think I went outside for something too. Yeah! There was early morning prayer, so I was awoken around 7, and was kind of trying to watch for my ride without getting up. Pretty sure I'd missed my ride, I went outside to see if I could get a ride with my father, only to see him driving away. Then my attention was brought to the white falling from the sky. This puzzled me, because I didn't think it was snow. First I thought maybe it was blossoms off some tree being blown in the wind, because it's been windy lately. Then maybe it was hail. I think I knew it was snow, but I didn't think it was, if that makes sense. Clearly I'm a tad scatterbrained. All the more fun if you ask me.

The last few comments on the last blog entry sent me back a few months, to the days of ROSE and the nerdacity of it all. So I heard of a rose want to be game that is free, and acquired that. Sure, it is similar, but rose exceeds it on every level. Except the financial one. So I rely on the dream that one day I shall have a surplus of money, so that I get purchase the time for me and my friends, and we shall devote our time to being nerds. The world of nerds is so simple, it makes it a place that seems fit for spending time in. It wouldn't be like I wouldn't have any friends anymore. They would just be a different group of friends.

Which wouldn't be too bad. A friend switch up is kind of what I want. Maybe that sounds horrible and I'm a terrible person for thinking as such, but that's how I think right now. Not all friends, just some. The closest ones. There's a point where you no longer look forward to hanging out with them anymore, because their very presence annoys you. But that's just me, but it happens, and the only way I know that makes it go away is to take a break from them.

'I think we should see other people'

Hahahaha. And they don't have to know a thing. *winks

It's Over!!!

It's over! It's over! Strong Bad says it's over. It's oiver! It's over! Everyone died but me.

*CHOMP*

So, the musical of accents and dances and songs and makeup is at last completed. I'm pretty sure this show is the thing that got me sick. It also opened my eyes to how much I truly despise human nature. No person, just the way we work. But human bashing might not be the best idea in the world.

So, I was taking some pills that kill pain, and I was thinking...In psychology, we are being taught in the ways of conditioning. Pavlov had a dog, and was trying to learn about digestion. When he used the can opener to get food for his dog, the dog started drooling. Gross, I know. But he's like 'He drools when he hears something related to food. Could I get him to drool when something not related to food is paired with it?'. Putting it as I put it only emphasizes the silliness in my mind, but pushing forward...
Pavlov would ring a tuning fork, then give the dog food. He did this soo much that the dog coupled the tuning fork with food. Just ring the tuning fork, and the dog drools.

My thoughts were...If it works that way, why can't it work with something like painkillers? If you do something completely unrelated before taking them, then maybe, after coupling them together a few times, all you would have to do is that unrelated-to-painkillers thing, and the pain would be killed. Why not?

But it has once again become far past the time I desired to be asleep by. ?Oh kool I just saw that we have frosted flakes!! Can't wait till breakfast now...mmm...Sooner I'm asleep, sooner it comes.

The Walking Dead

It seems as though my health is beginning to fail. Should have seen it coming, but I don't really see anything coming, especially that I SHOULD see coming. But tired people complaining about being tired sucks pretty hardcore, so now for something completely different.

I'll let you in on my preference of music. Normally, whenever I'm asked what sort of music I listen to, I answer anything, cuz I really don't hate any music. Well, except that one, but that's not because of the music. I don't wanna like something just because everyone else loves it. But the list of my favourite songs doesn't belong to any oe specific category. I don't think it does anyway, but I'm not music savvy as other people are. I prefer the different ones. Blindside has some amazing songs, in my opinion, but the ones that I like best from them are the ones that almost don't seem to fit. Kinda slower and just different. Songs from musicals can be fun I guess, but there is better. Much better.

Here's one of my favourite songs ever. It's called 'My Alibi', by Blindside, the album of 'The Great Depression'. I don't want to attempt to descirbe this song, because I really cannot tell stories, so here it is.


My feet felt light for the first time in months
It was like you came walking across the room
Straight at me and then straight through me
And then stopped and stood still for awhile
I knew then that i'd been lonely for quite some time
And as we started to dance you gently took off my tear soaked coat
And let it fall heavy to the floor and then
We danced some more

When all is said and done
When all is gone and still just begun
I will be asked what I did with my time and why
Can you be my alibi
Cause I know I spent it dancing with you

I have been here before
These emotions are relived
It's like a joy deja vu
You have been walking along
With me for quite some time
But me with my deaf ear and blind sides
Both of these I turned against you
We all know that you're there
We all know

When all is said and done
When all is gone and still just begun
I will be asked what I did with my time and why
Can you be my alibi
Cause I know I spent it dancing with you

Said and done
Now all is gone and still just begun
What have I done with my time and why
You are my alibi
Cause I know
I know
I'm dancing with you

Consumed

As seen in your local grocery store. Cheap, tasty, and full of goodness, this delightful little morcel never runs out, and only keeps adding the much needed nutrition to your life. Buy one today. (Water not included) 489.99$

So, I'll give you guys a small backstage look at the makings of Oklahoma. Nom I won't, howeevr I will tell you what happened to make me laugh my voice away. Right near the end of the musical, just before the bows, Phil and myself pull a 'surrey' across the stage. Lights blackout, we book it off and try to get to where we need to be. Earlier on, us guys have pots and pans and such that we place on the porch. But today we decided to put them behind the fence on the porch. Except for two. So Fill and I ran around, and as we re-enter the stage, the curtain opens and the luights come on, so we each book it towards our respective positions. Phill however trips on both the pots and pans and such, creating a huge clatter. So naturally we all laughed at him, and it was hilarious. Okay okay, so maybe you had to be there.

soo...yeah. Does anyone know what a Brazilian accent sounds like?

The Energizer Bunny

That bunny just keeps going and going. It's actually amazing. I know it is run off batteries, but still, those are amazing batteries then. What I need to do is just open up my back, and stick a few zillion in and see how long I'll go before I break. If only humans were run on batteries. What are we run on, really? We sleep, but we wake up just as drained as we were before. We eat to be hungry and drink to be thirsty. This might not be making sense, but that's because it really doesn't. We go about day by day spending more time keeping ourselves going than much else. By food or drink or sleep or other means. Like an old car that spends more time in the shop than on the road.

Batteries, my friends. I'm telling you, they're the way to go.

The silliest thing of it all is, I almost like being run ragged till I don't think I can keep going. Becoming so tired my eyes hurt and I could fall asleep anywhere, anytime. Not because it's fun or anything like that, but because I think it makes me think more. Not necessarily better, but still more. And the more you think, you're bound to come to some conclusions on something, right? Especially with an assumption that broad. Why might the thoughts entering my mind increase with less sleep? I'm not entirely sure, but my guess would be that there are less complications. Less boundaries. That might not make a lot of sense, but what do you think of when you're awake? I think of what I have to do next, or make up crazy head thoughts, but those don't help anything, especially my point. I fell more free to let my mind wander; to let it think about the stuff it doesn't usually think about in depth.

Of course, this means I'm not paying attention often, or doing much of anything useful. Like sleeping. Silly Werner. It also means tat I may or may not become a zombie that bites off haeds and eat brains for breakfast. Not likely though. Cuz that's just gross.

The other side to being uber tired is extreme nonsense. Extremely nonsentical.

You get the point.