Eater of Bread

Revival

2007-10-27T17:38:00.000-07:00

We are on the brink of something large, maybe like the breaking of a dawn, or maybe like the sinking of a ship, or a candle being lit, let go get some better grip.

Mhmm. Much has happened since my last writing in this place. And much more will happen before my next if there is ever a next. Not here.

But, if you still think blogging is cool, Go to http://nisiry.blogspot.com

It might be something else.

Can you hear this sound?

2007-02-14T22:29:00.000-08:00

Hey guys. Starting is the worse part. Once you've started, all the rest just sort of flows. Like a river. It's a river that has some ability to decimate some writers block. But not really. Once you have an idea out there, you strive for it's completion, and usually in the process, more ideas are dropped, bringing more to strive towards. That's why starting is the worse part. There is nothing to complete.

Speaking of complete ( See! It works! ), My time using this device will very soonly be complete. Not like,'Hey, I'm going to go sleep for the night'. More like,'You know, I would be much more productive if things like this didn't take all of my time. So I should forget trying to make restrictions that will be broken, and abandon this waste of time completely'. It has to do with priorities and such. I can be more than this. This is nothing without me, so it doesn't want me to succeed, leaving it behind, so it holds me here. So, I'm cutting the tyes. Ties? I donno. So that I might be able to keep moving forward.

Really, I didn't care about moving forward for a long time. I knew where I was wasn't good enough, but 'What can I do? Oh well', and so it was. But now is a different time, so here we go.

If you read any other kids blogs, you'll discover that a couple fine young gentlemen have put everything they have on sale, showing they don't live for stuff. They live for God. Well, as has been said, One of them challenged me to seek God with everything I have, and, well, I have to do something too. That's not really the reason, but that's what I'll tell you. God has their stuff. I don't have as much stuff really, so I will give God my time. What you serve is your master. This thing is a pathetic master.

I don't like this post. It seems really redundant. I can't finish my blogging with a post I don't like. But I will anyway. I'm pretty sure I've stalled long enough. Three weeks since the last meaningful post? Really, most of that was for stalling. Umm...yeah.

Well. That's it. I know it's a crappy last post, but any ninetyninth post is a bit anticlimactic. So, yup. You don't have to read this anymore. It won't be updated for a long time.

Shameless Advertising...

2007-02-01T22:17:00.000-08:00

Hey guys. I tried to give you stuff before, but I deleted it all. It's kind of shocking. Just, suddenly, all gone. After that, I really didn't feel like giving you anything. I didn't really like whatever I wrote anyway. So, yeah.

Sidney is a funny place. I saw an emo kid today. Like, full emo. It made me laugh. And then there is a store going bankrupt. They have all their paper that they definitely didn't get from a giant paper roll taped across their windows, and then have a last desperate plea to get people to show there, shantily scrawled across the paper. I was entertained. Speaking of entertained...

Come see...

!!THE MUSIC MAN!!

March 7, 8, 9, 10(those are Wednesday through Saturday:P)
Tickets are only 10$

You can get them at the Parkland School office

There's also a number you can call, but I never wrote it down. It's on the posters everywhere at the school

Get your tickets now, Because they won't last long!

Like no joke guys. Last year, almost everyshow was sold out. Normally, Wednesday is the worst show(First one we do) and Saturday is the best show(last show, special thank yous the all the teachers who helped, blah blah blah. It's just more time when you stand on stage in a weird costume and makeup on your face...eww..), Anyway, I shouldn't have put all that in my poster like thing

See you there!

So yeah. Umm...Exams are over. I'm sort of tired. If, say for instance, you want to come to this amazing show, but you aren't around right now to get a ticket, since I haven't given you the number, you could lemme know, and I could get one for you. MMM good. Only ten dollars! I'm a terrible salesman! Goodbye!

Shifting of Focus?

2007-01-22T23:00:00.000-08:00

Hello friends. Here goes a story.

A while ago...A week ago? Maybe two? Anyways, there was this cool guy over, and before he left, he issued a challenge. To seek God as hard as I could. Sounds good. I was kinda...You know when you aren't really close to God, and you know and feel that, and wish it weren't so, but you don't really do anything? It was like that. So I started trying again. Reading that Bible shaped object. And it was good.

Then I let my older buddy who moved to Edmonton know, cause he wanted to know how I was doing. So I told him. He asked if there were any measurable goals he could help hold me accountable for. I...Didn't. But I told him I would find something. This was about a week agoish? Yeah, I think so.

Time went on, and we came to the last weekend to study before exams. One week of school to go. So I guess these are the fake exams. But fake or not, you still want to do well. That's how it is. So this weekend is my last real chance to study. There is no time left this week. And I wasted my last amount of time doing nothing. Nothing. It pretty much sucks. And I blame this computer. Okay, so maybe I wouldn't have studied anyway, but wasting time means productivity is at a minimal. So, I've got to boycott this. It's funny how the thing I could be kept accountable for is the thing that keeps me in touch with those far away people.

Addictions are hard to break. It's probably a good thing to have happen around now though anyway. As said, there are many exams here now.

I'll be back later yo. Keep fighting the good fight.

Horses should wear belts.

2007-01-14T16:22:00.000-08:00

Beat by a girl in knights? Well, I blame my partner, but really, it was my fault too.

So, we were at youth on Friday, because that is what you do on Fridays. Chilling afterwards, I hopped on Josh's back for a second, then off, but he saw Shannon hop on Jon's back, so it was on. Except...Josh is terrible with his pants. You'd think he might possibly find a belt or something. He probably has one, but doesn't tighten it. Who does that?

Anyway, the looseness of his pants meant I wasn't very securely upon his back, he had to multitask (yup, were hosed) and that...umm.. That's pretty much it. So we were kind of falling, and kind of chasing them. I decided it was time to finish it, kind of lunge jumped. Josh kind of didn't hold me. I kind of fell on my right oxcalva. That's probably spelt wrong. It is supposed to be the scientific name for part of your pelvis. Anyway, It hurt. There is cement under the carpet. Yup. I tried walking it off. It didn't work. It really hurt. It's pretty much better now though. Only took about a day to recover.

So, not only was I beaten by a girl in knights, but I was injured for the next day. There goes my self esteem.

Hmm...There was something else I meant to write. But I don't really remember. Apparently my posts are hideously long anyway, so maybe it's better to confine it to one thing at a time.

Yup.

Incarnadine

2007-01-12T15:59:00.000-08:00

My ever inconsistent consistency has apparently degenerated with the birth of this infant year. I just like to use big words. Put shortly, I haven't blogged as much. Is that okay guys? Because if it isn't, I'll just go back in time and change it. Yes, I can do that. It's kind of tough to remember what I've told you before and what I haven't. I know when I tell stories, I only have three or so, which leads to me telling and retelling stories already heard. Cool? I think not.

So, that risk site I talk about occasionally, they decided Mike and I are the same person. More like, one guy got suspicious because Mike and I play DOUBLES(the preset team risk thing. It's pretty self explanatory) together a lot. As in, most games. This guy made a thread about it in a forum, so the admin guy is like 'okay, we will block them from playing together'.

Yeah. That sucks.

We find out when we try to have another game. 'you can't play together'. Well, why not? So we go look it up, and attempt to argue that, in fact, Mike and I are two different people. Then, we also email mister admin saying,'dude, let us play together, knobface.' Maybe there wasn't name calling. Mike got an email back. 'Yeah, We'll clear you.' It's been about a week, and we still aren't cleared. It's stupid. I joined a game with the guy that accused us, just so I could beat him. Teams of three though. And he is a terribly higher rank. But...His teammates seem to be falling. I'll give him a reason...Jerk.

Yeup. We also launched some trebuchets today. Too many restrictions, so I didn't do it. Or at least, that was my excuse. Umm...And if anyone is a pro teacher of math 12, I have a week to learn everything inside out, master the mock, and raise my grade crazily, cause whatever I get on the mock potentially replaces my course grade. Sweet, huh? I thought so. It means I can pass the course. Beginning of March guys, there is going to be a most excellent musical taking place, which you should come to. It will be good.

I don't really have anymore stories. So, if you need me, I'll be over there, eager waiting in anticipation for the end of this semester.

Oh, by the way, if anyone knows how to write a decent letter to the government, I could use your assistance.

Three...Two...One...Zero.......

2007-01-02T22:14:00.000-08:00

Okay guys. This might be a painful blog, mostly because I'm forcing myself to do this instead of construct another civilization. Which I will do after this anyways. Yeah, I'm cool. Cooler than you. Haha. Who does that?

So, I'm still just as indecisive as ever, which leads to a badly constructed paragraph. Darn. So anyways, we shall back up to the twenty-fifth and catch you right up with my life. Christmas day. Guess what? Our turkey got hosed. So, we had to toss it. I was never crazy about turkey anyway. I am starting to like it more though. Then onwards to find out that everyone gave me chocolate. I like chocolate alright. I guess this is my fault. A few years ago, I figured I would tell people that I wanted something small and I wouldn't mind having a lot of. Yup. That savoring sweet brown stuff. So for the last three Christmases, that's all I got. Yup. My fault, so I'll stop complaining.

The rest of the day was spent at home. Mostly because nobody else could do anything. Cool hey? I love my family, but they were busy. Yup.

Then Boxing day was pretty grand. Reid's family has this annual open house every Boxing Day. There house is open to almost anyone they know, and there is food and lots of stuff. It's probably better to be over 19 too. Before you all go there next year, you should probably ask him first. Yup. I learned how to play poker. Played some Pictionary. Watch some Pirates. Good times.

Wednesday...uhh...Wasn't as memorable. There...uhh...Crap. I can't remember anything before seven. I know I saw or talked to one or more people before seven that day, but it's gone. Then we knit some scarves. Then to monsieur Mcmillan's place for some smash. And smash we did.

Thursday was definitely a halo party. Or maybe just a party. But it was out at Joshes. Then, to a ladies house to learn of killer bunnies, and other such things. Then the return to the party, where we raced it up good. Unfortunately, we didn't race it fast enough to finish before the rides were done. It definitely went past the our the mother said to be home by. Darn. I kind of wanted to walk, but figured out pretty early that it gets me hosed. Mike and I had an excellent walk. And it only took two hours. Yup. And I got hosed. However, the punishment was almost nothing. And mother explained the reason. When she was a little girl (I've never been a girl, so I'm thinking it applies to me less, although she disagrees), her and her friend were walking over to her friend's place for a sleepover. Ahh, the good old sleepovers of childhood, where you actually slept sometimes. So they were walking along, and there was this un..Cultured? Property. There was a rustling coming from it, and they were freaked, so they screamed and booked it, as fast as little girls go. This was around dusk. About a month later, there was a body of a little girl found on that property. The coroner speculated that it had been there for about a month. That's why my 20 year old friend and I can't walk around at 2 in the morning.

Friday. I slept nicely. Walked down to starbucks with mike. Found a yarn store on the way. Got some needles that shouldn't break. That reminds me. Friday morning we definitely went out and delivered the scarves. Sir Shannon was attacking defenseless knitters her a needle, so I pulled my not-broken one out to defend. She hit, with laughable force, and mine broke right off. It was really random. And stupid. Stupid needle. It led to an interesting conversation with the yarn lady. Something like...
Lady: So, here are some 6mm needles
Me: Do they break easily?
Lady: Well, what are you planning to do with them?
Me: Just knit...
Lady *looks at me funny*
Me: Well, see they keep breaking. One just broke in my bag, and the other one got attacked by a friend of mine...

Okay, so it wasn't that interesting. Anyways, off to deliver the scarves. I choked. I just held the scarf I was given close and followed the group around. I gave this guy a candy cane. It had the plastic on it, but the guy started eating it anyway. I tried to help, but he just muttered something and walked away. I'm pretty sure I don't treat those less fortunate as I should. I guess I get scared or something. Nikki was amazing though. Kudos to her.

Mike and I got to starbucks...We didn't really have too much to talk about, as we had just talked about most everything the walk home the night before, and we had slept most of the day (Well, I guess I hadn't, but I didn't really feel like talking about that too much) so we found and schooled some sudoku. Now to create a day to cover the...

*!*!*!*!ALL NIGHTER!*!*!*!*

We will call this day..gaheruda. The day that doesn't end in 'Y'. There were movies, there was foozeball, there was some settlers, and even some pancakes. Food was kind of scarce. And lots of people left early. The guys sleeping room remained mostly untouched. And, there was a two hour dance party. With DJ robocob. The girls definitely all left at some point, leaving it with mostly guys. Josh bagged himself. It was great. Yup. No details for the all nighter for you. I didn't have sleep to refresh the memory maker, and I'm going to keep the rest of the ones I have.

Saturday...I went to future shop, with my gift certificate, and purchased my civilization creator. There was a set that cost 50$, and my gift certificate matched that pretty nicely. It came with a card game too. It's funny cuz THE GAME idea was yoinked from a board game, made computer game, and now it's card game. The original designer got hosed. After shopping, I got home and took a nap. An 8 hour nap. It was an accident. So that was from about 12 to 7, so I guess it was a 7 hour nap. Got up, tried installing some craps, IV didn't work. Fine, I didn't wanna play you anyway. III worked, played that for a bit. Fatal Error. Crap. Guess it is bed time again.

Sunday..Well, I had lots of sleep for church. From noon Saturday till noon Sunday, I was awake 5 hours. Pastor Andrew spoke about...Uh oh. I hope he doesn't still read this. Umm...He told about how God was faithful with Nelia and him. Why did he tell that? It made his point...and his point had two sides...Joshua...Moses and the forty years in the desert...The rebelling against God. It was on new years eve day. The point was about remembering...I think. that was one of his points. Pain fades in memory. Not all of it, but it does fade. Okay, enough trying to remember.

The rest of Sunday I spent at home playing my nerd game. Til about 730 when I grabbed anything I needed , and headed off to Joshua's for an all nighter on New years eve. This one was better. Some of us were dastardly sore for the two hour dance party held the previous all nighter, so we had a no jumping rule. We played some citadels, we raced, we tried out the civs card game, we sort of counted down, we sang the other all nighter party 'merry Christmas'. I don't even know how. We had some smash brothers. We definitely didn't have breakfast. These all nighter things are lacking food. And then host definitely went to sleep. Poop. Got home. Tried to stay up to lessen the amount I would be awake later...'nap' at 330...till 830. Pwned the americans and the aztecs until 2, then went to sleep. And that brings us to today? Yeah, today is tuesday. I did nothing today, and that's why I'm here now. See? Told you I didn't exist!

I Don't Exist

2006-12-24T21:37:00.000-08:00

I was browsing around the other day, and found my distraction. It was a webcomic, like any other. This one was a semi-biographical one. So, it parallels blogs, except higher up because It has pictures. Pictures make everything better. They really do. I mean, if a picture is worth a thousand words, then I just need to find a few pictures and I could encapsulate the entirety of this blog. I should try that sometime. There are many amazing pictures out there. Yup.

But, getting back to my segway, I sort of kind of tried to paint the picture of who the person was from the comics that were written. But then I followed the link trail to somewhere more professional than a webcomic. Yup. It might have been partly true, the picture my head painted, but it was incomplete for sure.

It just kind of brought to my attention that you couldn't get to know me by this place alone. It might paint some of a picture, but it is only part of it. I guess it's a good thing. No random stranger can come and know exactly how much of a jerk I am. Haha. That privilege is reserved for those who know me I guess.

Speaking about that and words and stuff, I've decided that some many things point towards a small change that should be made in how I conduct myself. I'm not going to tell you what it is, and it will be slow going as it's pretty much breaking a habit, but once it is done, it will be spectacular. Uplifting almost. You'll know when it happens. You'll go home and write it down in your journal ( You all have one of those right? This is pretty much mine. I used to have a real one, one made of paper. One that only I read. But I still wrote like this, so I figured...If I write here lots... ) about how amazing it is. Yup. Maybe if you are lucky, you can figure out what this transformation is? Haha.

By the way, the title isn't something to worry about. It's mostly just...I said I would be back when I had a dream. I had dreams, but I couldn't remember anything, so really...When I have a dream worth sharing, You will see it. It might be a while though.

So....What does God sound like? I was chilling, right before sleep came, my mind thinking pretty well, because minds think better tired. Mostly because there is nothing to stop them from thinking. And anyways, One of my thoughts was my name. I describe it as one of my thoughts only because that's where it was, with all my other thoughts. It sounded kind of like a Russian guy. I love the Russians. They keep amazing me more and more as I learn of their history. I guessed it was God, and instead of listening, decided it was telling me to get back on track because...Well, my thoughts were kind of distracted from what I originally intended to get thought out. That probably wasn't what it was for though....

umm....Haha. Wouldn't it be great if we didn't ever say 'umm'? It's pretty much stalling for time. And sounds silly. And is kind of annoying when people say it when they are presenting. Maybe it's better than silence, But silence brings awkwardness and funniness. Pretty much goodness. That all goes into the mix for my vision of an outstanding orator.

I think I need to find a top hat.

Master Pogo Stick Jumper

2006-12-21T00:21:00.000-08:00

So, I'm knitting a scarf. Apparently it looks so good, it's as though a machine did it. My conclusion: I must be a machine. Yup.

So, I was just cruising around blogworld, and then I got stuck somewhere, reading something. It wasn't on anything really. It just shone character. You could here them saying it. It was...Well, I actually didn't notice until 2 clicks later when I saw another one, and it was from someone with a completely different character. My mind is ripped out of the presence of one. It's pretty crazy to think about how different people are. And these blogs give windows to the mind, published to the world. Haha. Most people don't care.

People are funny. They don't really make any sense at all. This might be awkward, cuz they read this, but I try not to be like my siblings. I try to be separate. Different. But I keep doing stuff that I know they do. But...Gah. They seem to enjoy they different. They come to. So I go more different. Maybe if I try to be absorbantly obnoxious...Err... Maybe that will work. But, why does it even matter? See? People are weird. They don't make any sense at all.

Hokay, I like challenges, so here is one to you. I want you to have a dream. Not like' I'm going to be an astronaut'. That's nice and all, but I want real dreams. Like, You-were-sleeping-and-then-rabbits-attacked-you-but-then-they-were-all-cupcakes-and-were-sprinkled-with-annoying-dashes-on-the-top-that-you-couldn't-wipe-away kind of dreams. I'm never typing a dashed thing that long ever again. So, I want you to go have a sleep, dream a dream, and come back and tell us what the dream was. I'll be back when I have one.

This should be fun...

Trees or Branches?

2006-12-17T00:47:00.000-08:00

So, I definitely yoinked this title from someone else's blog. Can you find who? I'd say I'd give you a prize if you're the first to find it, but I don't have many prize things to offer. No money, see? But if you can think of a prize I can deal out, lemme know. Wow. That's an amazing deal guys. Play my game and name your prize. Does it get any better? It can be yours for only...

Welcome home to those who have returned. A couple of them came to my house Friday morning ( apparently there was no school. Okay. ) and whisked me away on an adventure through...nah. Just an adventure. It was a grand time, like those of old, but now I don't think I can focus at all for the one more week I have to focus for. Mmm school going up to three days before Christmas. Sweet, huh? Oh no. I think I'm getting sick. Maybe if I ignore it, it'll go away.

Friday night was cool. Roberto (Raw-BEAR[<--roll the R]-toe{eww...it wasn't meant to sound like that, honest}*yeah brackets:P*)...Okay, sentence restart. I only got one word into that one too... ohh...

Rob spoke on some stuff. He speaks much different than Andrew. It isn't better or worse. Just different. But, I do have my preference. It was basically about living what you want, if I remember correctly. If I said I wanted good grades in school, but didn't do any of the work, then I really don't want those grades enough to do anything about it. You gotta work for that. Yup. That was probably in the back of my mind somewhere. But bringing it up to the front got me wondering...

How long do you have to fake something before you aren't faking it anymore? There was a guy at a prank site who tried to see if he could give himself OCD by going through the actions. It didn't work. But that's not what I'm talking about. I guess I mean faking something into habithood. Hmm...this isn't coming together well.

Like, sometimes your doing stuff, and it's stuff, and everyone's like' good job you' and you're all like 'sure', because really you're just going through the motions. Can you just go through the motions, and then eventually they won't feel empty anymore? Like, with tongues, that might be a good example. Because I understand nothing of it. I was at this camp once, and the guy said' hey, if you want to speak in tongues, you gotta get your tongue moving first, blah blah blah' Those blahs might have held important information, but I don't remember them, so they probably don't add to my story. Then he called kids to the front. And would come to them, have them speak 'in tongues', and then have them carry on. So, you just opened your mouth and made jibberish, and those were tongues. Umm...okay. So if I just make jibberish come out of my mouth, does that mean I'm speaking in tongues? If it does, I speak in tongues a lot more than I know. If I keep speaking that jibberish ( gibberish...whatever ), does God just come and make it into something worth saying? Does that motion translate to praising God?

I stole a book from some guy today. I let him know, and he'll get it back eventually. We had a Christmas play type dilly at the church, and there was definately an hour long break with nothing to do. I couldn't even fall asleep. It was terrible. But, then I found this book. That will go titleless for now. But it's about two historical dudes. One is the Freud Dude, and the other is C.S. Lewis. It pretty much compares there lives, as they believed and defended well the opposite ends of Christianity. And by that, I mean only one falls in that category. One vouched for God, that other said he wasn't real. I figured it would be a good book to read. Apparently I like debates, so I might as well read about one between some smart people. Right? But, I could never get my knitting done in time with reading a book. 6 days left. Wow. Christmas is darn close. It's about 8 days away now. It's sneaking up, and I don't really care.

Somebody killed Christmas. That's a shame. And everybody will be talking about Christmas for the next little while, so from now on, I vow not to speak of Christmas till the rush and advertising are over. And someone tell the kid messing with the weather machine to calm down. He's gonna sink our island, or something ridiculous if he keeps it up..

Where's the Storm?

2006-12-14T23:37:00.000-08:00

Hello hello, fellow sidnians, and assorted others.

Oh...I just saw he time. That's a shame. I guess that's why I suddenly got tired. But there is so much to tell that I've been putting off telling for so long and if I don't do it now it won't get done for another couple days, and then I'll become like one of those weekly bloggers who get a new blog up every week even though a million things happen in a week and by the time the talk about it, it goes something like 'there is too much to tell', and then they tell none of it and it's really silly. I think most of that is one sentence. Amazing, hey?

Okay, so I went to the church this evening. Yup. There were definitely two completely different things happening. I learned a bit of music theory (Yeah being in school band for 5 years and learning no theory at all. What's a drummer need with theory. And now I'm a bassist. Okay.) And then ate some pizza and messed around with the piano. I wanna learn how to play piano so that it matches in with some crazy fast, completely non-classical music. That would be sweet. But that's not my point yet. Eventually we all sat down to pray. Again, of course. Every good Christian prays about 128 times a day. Yup. And we were all praying for the person beside us. Okay. I can do that. But what I couldn't do was provide a ting for the person to pray for me. I'm not perfect and I know it. But, nothing is truly wrong either. Nothing is screaming 'CHANGE ME!' I guess it shouldn't have to. I'm not very observant in some things. So I said something about my lack of motivation owards homework. Which I think is stupid. It's my fault I don't do homework. I should be self motivated to do it. I shouldn't be praying to God to change something that is completely my fault. I guess a bunch of the things we pray for are our faults. But it seems silly to pray that God would make you choose something different, after he gave us freewill to choose what we want. I thought it was sort of embarrassing, so I didn't even try to word it correctly. Just enough words so they could piece together what I meant. Now they think I have bad grammar. Oh well.

A while ago, I found an email in my junk mail folder(once upon a time, the filter got set on some pretty high security, so anything sent from an address that I've never encountered before goes to there) and it spoke of a site, attempting to unite Christian bloggers. It looked kind of boring. But they wanted me to join. I guess cuz I wrote that thing once that kind of tied in with God and such. I don't know. I'm Christian, and a blogger, but I don't know if what I blog here is really Christian enough. Well...Maybe it is increasingly so.

Like, the online risk thing has a forum, ad there are definitely Christians who think it is a good idea to try to prove by logic that God is real. Bad idea. It pretty much became a verbal war between the two sides. I stepped in, said some stuff, stepped out. Kind of didn't want to go beck to see the responses. They always come out different then I intend. But I went back, said some more. I haven't said anything there for a while. But I think I came across as someone who is Christian, but could slip out. Hee hee. Well, let's back up a bit.

There this guy who goes by jay, and he continually throws Bible talk at the rest of them, and they counter it, and say,'don't use the Bible to prove this next one'. It seemed as though it was him versus them. I didn't really like the them too much. But whatever. Soon, when I said a couple things...I guess I started to like them more. I'm pretty sure this jay guy built them up to be against him. They are solid people with firm ideas. Misguided maybe, but firm. They just don't need God. They have their wives and children and a good life, and if God was so good, why is this like that? So, how do you reach people who don't think they need God? Who think the Bible is nothing more than a book of fictional, inspirational stories to help people who need help along? Debating with them won't do that. And I know I'm not quick enough to do that anyway. But..They are good people. It's a shame that their death won't be as good as their life.

It's also cool talking with them, not really attacking each other. That's what it sort of seemed like before. That's why I didn't like them. I value opinions tat don't match mine. Hopefully those who hold opinions contrary to mine can defend them well enough to make me think about why mine are mine. I grew up in the church pretty much. I don't really know anything else. I guess the forums are cool, because nobody knows anything about you there. You are ageless, faceless, genderless. They know nothing about you that you don't tell them. You just get raw opinions.

It's cool in that sense, but sad too. All these good people are heading towards nothing. What's worse, is there is nothing I can do to help them. They don't want help.

Profound?

2006-12-10T00:25:00.000-08:00

I just had a thought. And I'm here to figure it out with you. Yup.

I wanted to say something profound. Like, amazingly, world-changingly profound. But then...you can't plan those things. You can't go and have a thought like that. They have to just happen. That's the way it is. You have to be thinking to have such thoughts of course, because when you think, thoughts are had, and if you aren't then there are no thoughts, thus none can be profound.

But then...where is the line between profoundness and confusion? Be right back...

Profound:

1.penetrating or entering deeply into subjects of thought or knowledge; having deep insight or understanding: a profound thinker.
2.originating in or penetrating to the depths of one's being; profound grief.
3.being or going far beneath what is superficial, external, or obvious: profound insight.
4.of deep meaning; of great and broadly inclusive significance: a profound book.
5.pervasive or intense; thorough; complete: a profound silence.
6.extending, situated, or originating far down, or far beneath the surface: the profound depths of the ocean.
7.low: a profound bow.
8.Deep

Confuse

1.to perplex or bewilder: The flood of questions confused me.
2.to make unclear or indistinct: The rumors and angry charges tended to confuse the issue.
3.to fail to distinguish between; associate by mistake; confound: to confuse dates; He always confuses the twins.
4.to disconcert or abash: His candor confused her.
5.to combine without order; jumble; disorder: Try not to confuse the papers on the desk.
6.Archaic. to bring to ruin or naught

So... Profound things are deep. To confuse is to bring lack of clarity. So a profound confusion would mean that you have uncertainty inside. Or... I cannot put many more thoughts together right now. Maybe you can. Go for it.

December

2006-12-04T23:04:00.000-08:00

All of it. Right here. Fit into one post. Don't think it can be done? Mwaha.

Well, here we go guys. We will start with yesterday morning, skipping most of everything, including what I think is worth while.

Mmm church. Actually, it was kind of scary. Apparently Christmas time equates to discussing the second coming. I guess it makes sense. One Sunday after church, I stayed home for a while, just kind of waiting for nothing. You know, one of those days. And my parents had some thing going. It's like a radio show, except it was definitely on cd, and not radio. It was meant to mirror reality. As in, the reality of how we live our lives here affects how we spend the rest of eternity. And I missed the beginning. I definitely came in at the part where everyone was being judged. About 2 people got through. Out of 6. You know how they say that there are about a billion Christians worldwide? Well, the way isn't narrow for nothing. I don't think everyone is getting through. Not to judge anyone, but...It scares me.

What if tradition and showmanship and church attendance isn't enough, like some pastors say? Like the bible says? They didn't even have churches for so long. What if I haven't done what needs to be done? AHH!

As said, it scares me. As selfish as that may be. I was talking with a friend of mine, and he said whenever the 'second coming' was brought up, he would think of those who having been saved. My response went something like 'yup'. Clearly I would bring up such issues in private conversation. I would wait a day or so and then put it here for the world. Of course.

And the day carried on. There was definitely a parade. I don't like parades really. The best thing about them is the candy being thrown. I can't remember the last parade I saw that I wasn't in. And that's how it was. I was heading towards where ever our float was, looking silly in a Joseph type garb. It was definitely green. Like, almost completely. But the point is, I got there, and nobody was there. So, after a good awkward wait in the cold, someone else showed up. This lady pretty much made my day. She came and asked me where the carollers were, and I didn't know, so I said so. And we kind of made small conversation. The she started praying. Compared to my thoughts of the morning, I was pretty much listening good, because, you know, when you're scared for your rest of eternity, you ask the guy running things where all is at. I'm thinking something like,'maybe this is his answer, or assurance, or something?' It was really cool. After she finished praying, she started telling me about her life. To some, when older people start telling their life stories, they can seem really boring. But there is a reason they are telling them to you. And it isn't to put you to sleep. She wishes she had gone to bible college. She said stuff about quickening. As said, it made my night.

The next morning, I decided reading my bible might be a good thing to do. To be honest, I haven't read it for early a year. Not really read it. And many things seemed to be pointing towards perhaps reading it. Like, the fact that someone else recently posted about bread (as the eater of bread, if that is what I am, it must be relevant, right?), and the cool lady said something about the word pouring out, and as he reads it in the morning, by the end of the day it would pour through him somehow. Well, it can't pour through if it doesn't enter. So I tried. But where? So I picked Romans. The book the pastor used on Sunday when he spoke about... Oh. Great idea.

I spoke of how times would be when people turned from God. I only read the first chapter, but it still feels like you are missing a lot.

And the day goes on. Hey kids, respect your parents. I know it sucks, but do it anyways. It's just better that way. My dad recently decided that we each do an hour of work a night. That way, we can have the house clean by Christmas. Now, the endless benefits of doing it:
The house gets clean
I'm happy (living in a messy house is horrible. I mean, it's good if you have no friends, but if you do, nobody can really come over, you don't feel too grand about your house, etc.)
Dad is happy
And they see you helping out to clean the house (even thought they told you to) so they go a bit easier on you.

So, to end this monster post, I give you one more point of advice I remember reading once in a very good book. It went something like, never let the sun set on your anger. I heard once that your body doesn't break food down as healthy if you are angry when you are eating it. It makes food worse for you. Just trust me, even if the food thing is wrong, it's some good stuff.

Trail mind, like Trail mix. Mmm Good

2006-12-01T23:56:00.000-08:00

Hello hello. I have come once again to expand your mind to know again things that you already know. Once again, this involves trying to follow my thought process, which doesn't always make sense. Or translate into words. Are you ready?

So the other night I came home, and my sister was doing some homework on the compy. So I bugged her for a minute or two, and then decided I could go catch up on some reading. Five minutes later, I decided that was a bad idea. So I lay there, and start wondering wonders...

Like what are book really made of? Sure, there are paragraphs and chapters and sentences, but those don't make a book. They make, maybe say, a house. Now, what do you put in there to make it a home? What are the building blocks for making a book? They aren't sentences, because those are built. I think it even transcends words. I thought that maybe books were to be built around ideas, or maybe a collaboration of ideas.

This may seem blatantly obvious to you, but for me, the only reason I ever had to write a book was to have a book written and handed in and marked so the teachers wouldn't bug me. The book was never really about anything. I didn't have to think about how books are made. Not that I have to now. Unless I can write a book or two, call it a job, and carry on being lazy. It really isn't that great a trait. Speaking of greatness...

My thought of books having purpose, I gathered books I read had purpose, but book projects I wrote didn't, led me to wonder why good books were good, and bad books bad. What makes great things great? You could be viewed as evil, yet still be great. Greatness is somewhat based on success when it comes to looking at it in people, but all who are successful are not great. But, is greatness even based on success at all? Can you not be successful and still great?

And, back to the inanimate context, what makes things great? Why is great literature great? I wouldn't say I am well versed enough in these types of writing to have any insight at all, but I don't think I would mind following that quest...

#706 b

2006-11-27T22:41:00.000-08:00

Hey guys. Happy snow day. Well, the end of it now.

I would feel silly to say it wasn't fun. It was. When my youngest sister was younger, she would return from someplace, and we would ask if she had fun, and she would say no, but we knew that she had fun. So, really, it was fun, but now it feels like it was wasted. Darn. Well, I'll pretend everything makes sense and carry on.

Apparently I'm pretty sick. Like, progressively worse from the last time I told you I was. The throat calmed down, but now there is super congrestion and horrid dry coughs. That's why I walked around in the snow all day. Well, not really, but I did a bit. I'll blame the snow. haha.

My apologies, but I think I might be really tired. But, I just remembered something that happened hat was kind of cool involving drugs, so I figure I should tell you. Well, I thought it was cool. So, your paying attention now hey? Hee hee.

So, I was walking the rest of the way home after dropping some computerless kid off, and there were some kids in the park. It's ten at night, and they aren't the type that I'd choose as my best friends. But I sort of know a whole bunch of the type. Not more than by name, but whatever. So I was strolling past (really carefully because it is so icy out there. Sidney is not prepared for snow at all. The town could be shut down on the account of a single snowflake. Even I think this is ridiculous, and I have no recollection of living anywhere else. Where does it come from? Why is such a long thought in brackets? Shouldn't I have started another paragraph? Oh well) and they are like 'hey, it's Werner' And I'm like, 'hey'. As I continued walking past, they invited me a couple times to come get high with them. But I was tired and it is pretty cold out there, and I left my shoes outside for about 4 hours, so they were cold already, making instant cold feet, which didn't help anything, and even if none of these were factors, I just dont fly that way. But one of them came over, one who I only knew the name of really, and we talked for a minute or so. Nothing really, truly productive in any way. He would say stuff, and then I would say stuff that didn't support or disagree with him. Even if I did, he probably wouldn't have noticed. But it was cool.

Yup. There is my tangent. But really, there are many more amazing thoughts by many more amazing people (check out my amazingly diverse vocabulary) that you should fully check out.

Peppermint mochas=bad

2006-11-26T10:19:00.000-08:00

Hey guys. I don't know how this will turn out, but I'm sort of hoping it will be the compilation of my thoughts over the past couple days or so. Well, not quite all of them...:)

You know that annoyance you get when you go to someone's blog and they haven't updated in so long? You think stuff like 'man, this is so old. They should update'. Well, have you ever thought that about your own blog? Just recently I look at mine, there's nothing really new. 'Someone should put something new here' I think to myself, but really, I am the most responsible for doing that. It's unfortunate when you can't put anything worth while there, even to please yourself.

So, as a few other posts have said, it snowed today. I was at Kyle's when it happened. Three of us were playing some civs iv, myself replicate Russia quite nicely with somewhat historic accuracy, and Kyle came down, looked out the door, came back and said it was snowing. Naturally, we all had to go look. It was beautiful. I wish it snowed more here. Even though it is a bit cold. But it is oh so artistic.

Umm...Be right back. I definitely have more to write, but my inability to turn down things I could do is preventing the pouring out of my thoughts by adding time restrictions I cannot keep up with. Deadlines you might call them ;) haha.

Okay, was gone for longer than I thought I would be. Good morning all. The snow has returned.

So last night we were wandering the shelves of tanners, and It was amazing. There are an amazing amount of books there, and many of them fairly decent. I decided to go check out the history section and it was amazing. It spans all of time up to this point, and I even saw some that spans past this point to the future. If I hadn't discovered earlier that evening that my supposedly inexhaustible supply of currency had in fact run dry, I might have acquired some books. Am I a nerd if I hang out at Tanners?

Oh yeah, and I found where I wanna get a job. There is a 'Serious Coffee' place opening up in Sidney. Yes, another coffee shop. No, I don't drink coffee. However, having many coffee drinking friends results in me having visited most of the coffee shops in Sidney. After such experiences, I can determine that a coffee shop should be an excellent place to work. So that should take up my time.

Time that I plan to use to make teachers happy and get my homework done and intend to do it, and even want to do it, but somehow.... Clearly I just have to make a good space to work on it. So yeah, as I didn't manage to finish this when I started, I missed many of the thoughts I had floating around. But it's long enough, right? :P

The Kelvinator

2006-11-19T19:28:00.000-08:00

The title has no relevance whatsoever. It is merely the name of the freezer where Dairy Queens puts their mistakes. Yes, it has a name. It's near the bottom. Yes, I go there often enough to find and know it's name. My memory does that sometimes. And...shut up. I have a life and don't hang out at Dairy Queen all the time...

So anyways, I'm going to talk about something connected to someone else's somewhat recent post. Can you find it? It's about flowers. I must say I quite enjoy flowers. They smell good and look good and make a great gift. Not many guys receive flowers as gifts though. It is truly a shame. A world without flowers would be a pretty sad world. Apparently flowers symbolize something too. Crazy, I know. But each flower not only looks and smells great, but also means something somewhat significant.

Stranger than Fiction is a fairly solid movie. I liked it anyway. Umm...I don't know where I was going with that. Good bye

Kenmore

2006-11-14T00:23:00.000-08:00

Howdy Sports fans.

Can you tell me where that is from? It's pretty lame, but that is stuck in here. For a long, long time.

So I was pretty excited to come and share with all of you what was up. It was going to be lots of fun. More then...uhh...whatever. But now I'm here, and it doesn't seem so grand. Yeah...weird eh? Well, I'm going to continue on anyway as if I didn't lose the excitement and see if it makes a difference.

By the way, this post won't go past a certain nerd game. You have been warned.

So, chilling down at the conquer club, I begin to wonder...Why the deuce am I so bad at this stuff? And then I see they have a forum. Maybe they talk of how to be skilled and such, so I go in there. Nope, nothing. Then they have a brnch for things completely not related to the club. Maybe, by some fluke, someone will tell me how to do better in there. Nope. Definately not. But, interestingly enough, there are several threads speaking of how God has to exist. Okay, sounds pretty solid for something that isn't even connected to anything relating to God really, so I'll check it out. I must say, if he was trying to evangelize through the forum, F--, and now nobody can try it without everyone Remembering what whatshisface did with it. Now, if it didn't turn into character bashing immediately, then it might be a bit more solid. Just opinions flying about. It's fun to see what people think. Blogs can do that too. What's to stop you from saying exactly what you think?

Also, it begins to turn the numbers you play against into people. People from a variety of ages and backgrounds play there, and we don't even know the slightest bit. Maybe it's better that way. No visual labels...

And...Okay guys, this is a cry out for genius. Some of us guys were thinking,' Hey, we like a whole bunch of games, so why not make them all into one?'. Thats not actually what we thought, but someone came up with the idea and mixing risk and settlers. Whoa. Can we do that? Maybe...very carefully...

And, as guys, we naturally have it covered, however...any suggestions? We should prolly have a rough shape out there by Christmas. We'll be rich by Easter. Even though money doesn't really matter...

By the way, it was from care bears. Yup. The siblings watched too much tv, I think...

Pepsi is burning my throat

2006-11-11T23:33:00.000-08:00

I'm not going to say what I think of rememberance day, because I agree with respect those who died for us. But yeah. Have a good one guys.

Some of us tried to have an online risk game, you know, in honour of rememberance day. But then some random guy got in because someone was slow, and it didn't work because the guy who got in didnt take his turn for a while. It's a shame really. But, I guess it's okay. The game is already going different then what I thought.

Of course, if you expect the worst, anything is better than that.

Now, I'm just going to make sure you guys know how boring I am. Why, you may ask? Well, for one, nothing truly blogworthy for nearly a week. That's a while guys. And of my day today. If you were with me all of today guys...I wonder what that would be like. To live as though someone was always watching you. I would probably lose it.

You know what makes a day though? A good funny movie. I forgot how good they made me feel. Why does the guy always get the girl in the end though? I'm also pretty sure that the best humour there is is when someone is making fun of themselves. Like...haha. It doesn't matter. You should know what I mean. Yup.

Andrew, I really don't think this would make a good book. And even if it would, I dont think I would read it...

By the way guys, if you can find some company or something that wants me to advertise for them by doing stuff I already do anyway, just let me know. They'd pay me of course...;) Haha. Cheers.

Brought to you by...

2006-11-07T18:45:00.000-08:00

Last post seems like so long ago. It was only a few days. Weird. But I don't want continued comments on something from ages ago. And anonymous, go back to whoville. I never said it mattered. I dont even like the topic. But I gave you a sampling of my thoughts. if you don't like it, as I said, go back to your snowflake.

My friends have some pretty amazing music. So amazing, in fact, that my favourite song might be a song I only heard yesterday. It's pretty solid. I try to distinguish myself from my brother and sisters, but I always find myself doing stuff that they do. My brother got the music he listens to through me. So I try to move on. But not entirely. Though I am made of titanium... Nobody knows that reference though. shame...

I wish I could smile. I mean, for pictures. I doesn't work. My fake smile looks so awkward... I like to make faces in pictures. You aren't trying to look good, so it doesn't matter so much. Unless someone likes pictures where the people are smiling. Darn.

Hey anonymous, do you mind if I join you on that snowflake? It's kind of warm here. We can have hot chocolate and chill. Then you can hear my pointless thoughts and ask me why I have them.

Hello. Enjoy the Madness.

2006-11-03T00:57:00.000-08:00

Sometimes it's good to have stuff happen that you didn't really want to happen. Example: I failed another math test. Woot. But, the good side is, I'm now thinking about doing what the teacher said to do in the beginning. Crap loads of work. Yup. Things not going your way sometimes forces you to do it the long hard way. Math always clicked before. Maybe now that it doesn't, it can be the best thing for me. Failure can help you learn a lot.

So, I was walking (I didn't do that too much today, so if you tried to figure it out..) and I started thinking about how much image cost. I liked the image of someone who can be anywhere at anytime. Just go into a group and blend and have fun and bring fun. That would be so cool. Unfortunately, Someone who can be anywhere at anytime doesn't really belong anywhere. They don't have anywhere to be. The price of the image.

Then I thought about how it was a good thing that you couldn't buy image. Like, say I was playing some game, and I spent weeks to make an amazing character with all the fancy items and crap. Wouldn't it suck if someone just came along with a character that they bought, and was better than yours? Maybe you would try to object, but it would be like when the dragonball Z characters meet an enemy for the first time. They get ripped up. No chance. It sucks, and there is nothing you can do about it.

Then...We defined currency in class as paper money issued by the government, or something like that. So, what if I made a shop where rocks were the currency? Yup. Rocks. Like, the stuff on the ground. People would take it as a joke. But why is the paper and metal worth anymore than rocks? The aboriginals had it right; trade. Not for gold or used paper.

It would be cool to set up a society with this society. In it, yet completely separate. We could use rocks. And set values on things. Maybe it wouldn't work within this one. Maybe go to some island or something. And start again. Everyone in the town would know everyone else. Pilgrims again. No autarchy, no stock market, no capitalists (or montagues), none of the crap we had now. Well, not none, but to a lesser overall scale. There would be problems, but I can't see them as I'm not there.

I'd have to say I have a new favourite name. Yes, I still want to name my kid Andorra. But this other name...Every person I know under the name is actually amazing, and some of the coolest people I've met. Maybe that means I have a favourite group of people who don't really chill in packs, but I think it's the name. It has to be. It couldn't possibly be anything else.

If you choose to be ignorant of something that doesn't matter, what does that do?

And why are things wrong? You know, you are told not to take any cookies. Why can't you take any cookies? Because you were told not to. Now, why were you told not to? Why is murder wrong? I have a friend, and I was there too, and they become quite upset when their parents prevent them from doing something they want to. Yes, as said, I was pretty much this person, so now we will carry on as though it was me. I didn't see why I couldn't. And sometimes, there was actually no reason. I would ask and they wouldn't have an answer. It was the stupidest thing in the world. But, maybe the reason wasn't about the reason but how I would react. You cannot be like that in real life. You'll die friendless. It will be a sad funeral. No one will come. So then, parents saying no for no reason wasn't to ruin the day, even though the day wasn't ruined. It was to train you for independence. Once you can accept 'no', even if it isn't what was wanted, then maybe 'no' will come less. Of course, this is my analysis of why parents do what they do while I'm not out enough yet to really understand anyway. Yup.

So, did you get an answer for why murder was wrong? I couldn't just go on saying it right there. You wouldn't have had time to think. I heard this a long time ago, so details are hazy. As in, not really. All I remember is the point; Life is precious. God said life is precious. Murder destroys something precious. That is wrong, so murder is wrong. Okay, so why is having a female pastor wrong? Yes, senior. Maybe the Bible was aimed at a time and a culture that I don't know, but the would have to be a reason with a just God, yes? Because a woman cannot teach a man? Why not? I've learned many things from ladies. For the girl-guy equality debate, I don't think there is a debate. It's all words. The power of words is...Unknown to me. Sometimes they are strong, and sometimes they mean nothing at all. But in a debate as this sort, these words mean nothing unless they are backed up by something.

Extremes, although they might not all be approvable, are, I think generally good. Or, moreover, have some benefit. It shows people where the middle is. And, judging by the amount of people following to those leading, most people want to blend, so they want the middle. The the leaders lead those who support the middle. Middle doesn't exist without the extremes. All parts are necessary to have a complete scale.

There are my thoughts on lots of things. May I see yours?

Du dudu doo

2006-11-01T16:31:00.000-08:00

Okay. That was a pretty alright Halloween. It seemed kind of surreal. Did it really happen? Was that it? It seemed more hyped up than it needed to be. Oh well. What's best is the next day, when everyone has candy to give you, and your house has candy, and you have candy. Mmm cavities never tasted so good. Hee hee.

So a friend of mine recently made a post on their blog about music. I'm ripping it fully away from the actually question( Check out 'Crosse the bridge', yo), but...You must admit the amazingness of music. Just for this instant, stop taking it for granted. It's beauty is amazing. I guess there is better and worse, and all music isn't made for beauty, but do you know what I'm saying? I cannot translate this into words, so I hope you do.

And then there is now so much noise around that silence is precious. Music isn't silence, but I wouldn't describe it as noise. Where is the line? And who draws that line? Who decides what is and isn't noise? Noise is sound, but not all sound. Talking can be nothing but more noise, but it could also be life changing.

But then...Noise seems necessary. To a point, of course. Too much of something is a bad thing. Sometimes it is hard to tell when too much is. You just become used to the effects of too much, and forget how it was before.

I guess I'll suffer the effects of too much candy soon. It's only once a year though, soo...Hee hee.

We are ze monkeys

2006-10-31T15:48:00.000-08:00

Hey guys...

I dont really like when people do this, but...

Check it out yo.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RO10s_HK6d0

Hee hee hee. My hands are bananas....Haha.

Okay, so anyway, Happy Helloween guys. I got test pwnd. Yup. Throw some physics around, then crunch some numbers (that are trying to be letters of course) Then ask you not to retell something, but tell why it happened. Yup. Lots of writing my friends. And more exhausting than I thought it would be. Hee hee...Chance has never had chili. oh no never had chili. Sorry.

I got to hang out with some kids last night. It was pretty amazing. It's another step on the road to becoming what I thought I never would be, but I would rather hang out with a bunhch of people and talk than do something. I always thought... Stuff seems so much more important when you are young.

That place is distracting...I take it back. Don't go there. Or...don't be as easily entertained as someone else might be... like...ohh...

mmmmmmSo yup. I definately don't know what I'm going to be for this night anymore. Squarely circle. Circly square. AHH. Well, I guess I can try both. Funny enough, they are centered around hands. Both of them. Weird.

Would you like a banana?

Okay

Are you joking my life?

2006-10-29T23:14:00.000-08:00

recording...

Hey guys. I found a pretty cool necklace. It was just sitting on the desk. Who could resist. Hey! I've got an idea! I will paint you a picture of it! (And you will see why I don't paint many people pictures...)

I must say...It worked better than I expected. Hoorah to my first picture ever posted in a post! Yup, so that's the necklace.

Here is also a shout out to sim tower. Guys, It is amazing. I don't care what you think, but... Go flat towers go! Hee hee. That connected in my head to...Pomegranites! Spelling? Meh. While the comp wiz made simtower work, I stole his pomegranite( even if it is spelt wrong, I shall be consistent.) and it was amazing. Well, it kept me stealing it anyway. It's juices spray pretty far. Tis the season to be jolly...

Oh! The Wizard of Oz was on today! I didn't get to finish it, but, it makes so much more sense now than it did when I was younger... You know what's really silly? In a week or so, it is possible that I could look back on something I did around this time and say that I did it because I was young and stupid. Mmmmmm anyway, Kudos to musicals. I don't know why everyone runs around singing all the time, but they entertain with high quality. Err...They entertain me with high quality.

I was also thinking...Well, if I had an Imaginary friend, I would never be lonely. Never ever. Til they turn on me. But that wouldn't happen. There just seems to be so many benefits to having one. As long as you don't call him Robin Hood. That guy can't play cards under his own name. But he does well under other people's names. That must mean that...He cheats. Clearly that is the only explanation. Unfortunately, I missed the stage of imaginary friends. That must mean I had real ones...Oh no. I hope the chocolate didn't melt...

But now, hasten onwards towards another week of repeat, trudging through the same stuff we had last week, to be continued through many more, then at last, when completed, they will tell us we are educated. Halloween is this week. That might spice up the repeat button a bit.

Recording Ended. Unless....

Bananas

2006-10-28T02:45:00.001-07:00

Hey guys. Check out the time, and that is my excuse for any randomness. I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight...

So, Sarah was the youth speaker lady tonight. Good job by the way. I'm just going to base this off of one thing you said. And it was this.That we shouldn't compare ourselves to others. This might be grand, but...What if it isn't? Like, it depends how the comparative is made. If it goes something like 'wow, he's amazing at that. I'm not. He's so much better than me. I'll never get there', then that's carp. Switch some letters around there and it makes sense, okay? But if it went something more like 'wow, she's amazing! I wish I could be like her. I should, like, try to get there. Maybe I can be amazing one day too', I think that would be more okay.

But then there is' well, you're better than him, and her, and it, so that's good enough. You are in the higher 50%, so you're good', which isn't so grand. Hmm. Maybe I don't know enough. It can sit for now. Mostly my point is inspiration towards something forward. Yup.Now, three things that I think I know.

1. Balance is in almost everything, we just have to find it. I had a conversation with Graham once, and we spoke of the center, of a scale for instance. He suggested that maybe we weren't looking at the whole scale. I'm fully ripping it out of context, because his examples were political, which I don't care to know. Balance makes things better.

2. Love is much more important than we give it credit for. Not love from the world, where you see someone pretty and you're 'in love'. That isn't love. That's infatuation. There is no greater love than the boy shed his blood for his friend. That's based off a verse in the bible somewhere. I didn't remember the verse, so those are some lyrics from a song by Thrice. We have no idea what love is. Our attempts at it are as children playing house. No where near. Some might be closer than I am though.

3. And lastly, there is always time to dance. Always.

Inspiration for life might be a fourth to the list after some more happenings, but for now, here it is.

Motion

2006-10-25T15:51:00.000-07:00

Hello.

Yesterday was mostly a 'I wish I wasn't here' day. Mostly. It picked up around the end. Hung out with some future roomies and a dude. Two rules: No fish, and no hygiene. Wait, what? Haha. Mmm good fun.

But, about the rest of the day, if you wish you weren't in the place you were in, where would you rather be? I guess it all differs by moment. But generally, if there was one place you could be, your 'perfect place', where would it be? It's probably good to have one of those.

But I can't think of one. Would I rather be home? Not really. No place is really so appealing that that is where I would want to be. It's all rather dizzying. You don't know where you are going and you don't know where you want to be, and until you get some kind of hint, you act as a robot, following the program of tedious obedience to society. By that I mostly mean school. But it floods out from there too.

Paint me a picture, O my brothers, of a place dazzlingly wonderful, that only a fool could resist. Err...Better make it irresistible, otherwise I might miss it.

Morale +3

2006-10-24T00:00:00.000-07:00

All say welcome to Lady Elizabeth, the newest member I know of the blogger world. She thinks she is the fire bird, and is starting off alright, so support the effort, or something like that.

The tired state kind of lasted longer than the weekend, and has survived through two sleeps so far. Eek. But it's all right, because it means I have to have at least one solid thought per day, right? There is the usual one about how the system under which the world runs is silly, but...I'd rather not say anything about something that could be better unless I knew what the could be better is. It's like rejecting the best idea put forward without supplying another one. A better one. Yup.

So I was thinking, and started wondering how much of Christianity is just feel good stuff. It has to build you up some. It is important to have a decent self esteem, and if the bible speaks truth, then it should speak on this if it is true. I don't actually know if it does though, I just reason that it must. Why? Well, in order to humble yourself, you lay down what you have to serve others. Or something like that. Even the people that you think you are better than. Now, if you thought you were nothing, could you be very humbled? But what then if some one or thing came and poured meaning and love and purpose into your life? Now you have something. And then that same person or thing asks you to lay down what it just gave you. You couldn't be very humbled without having something to lay down. So some of Christianity must be feel good, you are special and loved and such. But how much?

That's about the best thought I have had all day. If the trend keeps up, I might have one for you tomorrow. Unless the turbulence is just too much. Then I might just crash. Just try to keep up with the guy in the funny hat.

Okay

2006-10-22T22:39:00.000-07:00

So this 'Stay up for a long time without sleep' thing comes with some consequences hey? Well, yeah, the obvious one about being tired, but more the next day after having a normal night's sleep, say ten hours. So you can sit down without instant fall asleep, but you are still pretty done, even though you feel better. It's also kind of like your mind is okay with that much sleep, but your body isn't. So your head thinks lots while your body is dead and slow. Maybe sleep just kind of zaps the brain with what is needs, and the longer you sleep, the longer it ill last for? I don't think that works... And this first conclusion drawn might not have come from my sleep dosage as much as it just sort of happened. Stuff happened. Is that not a grand conclusion to something? Darn, I guess I can't use it now. Unless I make this really long. By accident, of course.

Now, what is your favourite drink? And who cares if this doesn't flow nicely? Mine is definitely the antifreeze blue koolaid. Man, that stuff is good. So good. If I some in my fridge, there wouldn't be any inside my fridge. It's just that good. But koolaid is for kids, and we don't have any. Milk is great, sure, but antifreeze blue sugar water? umm...I mean koolaid? Amazing.

Have you ever had a conversation where you don't have to ask questions? It just kind of happens? I think I like those ones better. It isn't one person trying to milk the other for their thoughts, or one pretending to be listening by asking questions to sound interested. I do that sometimes. Sorry guys. I just think that a conversation without questions would almost be better. Not one where everyone agrees with everything you say though. I don't like those at all. I'd rather the other disagreed, and then we could discuss and reach and understanding, each being somewhat enlightened. Of course, most of my conversations don't contain a high amount of enlightenment.

I remember one time I went over to Jon's place. Sidney is amazing guys. Everything is in walking distance. Even if you don't have boundless time like it seems I have. Anyways, we just kind of started talking, and were slowly moving towards doing something, but we just kept talking. I liked that. We weren't doing anything. Not playing nerd games, or setting something up, or drinking anything. Just talking. I was kind of out of the moment, cause I was back somewhere not there, looking and thinking, 'that is so cool'. But really...I guess that's people some people like to go out for coffee so much. Maybe.

And now, looking back on my three turned into two day weekend, it feels empty. I didn't really do anything new or anything. I guess the sleep thing, but that doesn't really matter. I did stuff that I normally would have done I think. And it leaves me here, wondering why it doesn't seem as good as it should. Maybe this is why so many teens are emo and crap. They live tired and their mind wanders all over and they don't get out of life what they think they should, because everyone else seems to be getting it. There should be a translator from thoughts into words. Make them sleep and maybe they will be better. Maybe.

If lack of sleep made the time feel empty, then lots of sleep would make the time feel full? I don't think so. Maybe sleep isn't the key then. Where is the key? Gah! I can't get into my own house!! It isn't under the flower pot or under the mat or in the mailbox. The neighbours don't have it. I lost the key to my life guys, and somebody locked me out...

Pineapples

2006-10-21T05:34:00.000-07:00

yo. If you want to read about my lunch, look down a lot. I don't really know why I did it, but I thought it was kind of cool. It's like a badly made commercial, where the person is doing something while they tell you about some thing you should by.

And now, if you want to read about a psychology experiment in progress, press 1 (one) now.

Beep

That's if you pressed it anyway. So the experiment has to do with success in tests and sleep. the intervals are 0, 4, and 8. The test will be in a couple hours. Those not sleeping fprmed a party over at Jon's place. I don't like his keyboard. I'd be chilling with the other guys, but...well, my Risk:Godstorm *tm proficiency has greatly plummetted and I am dead. *moan* But I guess I'll live. Ha, That's funny. That's why I'm over here, seperate. Mmm, more kraft dinner is on the way, cooked by a (hopefully) better cook. Either my cooking or the mass consumption of sprite, or just the playing a baseball, or maybe even some twisted combination of the three didn't sit so well inside of me. But it has generally past. I'm pretty sure I eat something that isn't pasta pretty soon.

I started some Milo and Otis up again. It is really slow unless you are doing something else. I should find some cards or something. I would play some gazillionaire, but jon's cd drive is bust. If you can find that game, play it. It won't let you down. I'm going to go be social or something. Find a way to sleep maybe. Enjoy the pineapple.

Yay Lunch Time

2006-10-20T12:47:00.000-07:00

Hello. Happy three day weekend all my school friends. Woot woot. But what is the point of a three day weekend if the extra day you spend alone and bored? Hmm. But I'm hungry. Be right back. Yup.

So I'm still hungry, but I must wait. This is the first time I've cooked something in so long. This should be a momentous day. I should go mark it on my calender. I don't have a calender. And then, What would I mark it as? The day I came back to cooking? No, because it won't last to the next day. For shame. It would be cool to be an amazing cook though. Like, so good you didn't even need a cookbook. You would just know what goes good together and what doesn't. That would be amazing. I would want that person in my house. Cuz, you know, If you are friends with someone long enough...not even, if you around someone long enough, their influence affects you and what do you. So maybe I could somehow be an amazing cook just by hanging out with a bunch of amazing cooks. But it prolly wouldn't work. No chef talking about food all the time. Haha speaking of food, did you guys ever watch that saturday morning cartoon, 'fighting foodons'? Some kid went around, and, you know, like all cartoons like this, he's young and amazing at something, or destined to be. Well, they would cook dishes of food, and the dishes would turn into monsters that would then fight each other. Pretty silly eh? haha. The better the dish, the stronger the monster. Let's just say my mac n cheese monster should be pretty amazingly strong. Speaking of which, let me check on him...

I decided that that monster would be better with meat, but we ran out of ham. It really is a shame. Jon's Mom makes a pretty amazing ham and cheese omelette. Something like omelette was one of the names for the foodone monster things. Anyway, since there was no ham, I tought chicken nuggets would do. It's going to be the best lunch I've had for a long time. And by that, I mean a week. Crackers just don't do the trick sometimes. I probably should have put the chicken nuggets in earlier though. Hmm. It should be okay.

Clay phoned. I'm supposed to go play baseball. Not a fan. But I think I'll go. It should be fun. And he said that there would be good drinks there. Mmm. Who could pass up good drinks? But more over, I don't really think it matters, in most cases, where you are or what you are doing, but more who you are with. I'd rather be chilling with some people, doing something I don't really like, than sitting at home with nothing to do. I could try cooking more. Maybe. I'm starting to think cooking takes too long though.

I think I did it wrong... It still tasted pretty good. I just like it better when I'm not following the directions. Family cooking tradition wins this one. Or maybe I should have measured out those things I guessed on. I'm not super cook yet. And those nuggets were definately late. I guess I should have waited. I'm still glad they are coming though. Pasta just doesn't cut it sometimes. Ya know?

My sister came home now... She cries because I didn't make her lunch. But, as you night now know, I don't do this often, and I didn't know where she was. She is a bit spoiled too. So she whines a lot and is super picky. Wow, that's really warm from the inside. Ahh! Milk is needed.

Thats better. Oh wow. But now I must finish my most excellent meal and deal with some other stuff before it's too late. Dun dun dunnnnn...

Don't read this.

2006-10-18T17:17:00.000-07:00

Hi guys. This is a post born of boredom. I know, these ones aren't that great, and some don't even make it to your veiwing. That's because at stop somewhere around here, ask 'what am I doing', delete it all and pretend I have something to do. Yup. If I keep going now though, I will get pass the point where I quit, and then this will almost certainly make it to your veiwing. Isn't that splendid?

Or if something happens where I completely get distracted, so that there is no more train for me to catch, because it has come and gone. This has happened a few times...like when the post ends in something ridiculous and might seem abrupt. That's when it happens. I just end it, Because I don't know where I was going. Hmm...this one has gone some length without going anywhere really, and I still can't see where I could take it. Maybe to the movies. Haha. Sorry...

I went to a pasta night the other day. We had six people, three of whom had never been before. Woot. That means I am starting to hang out with people I don't always hang out with. That's not right though. I hung out with those people lots. I just never got them to come to pasta night. So it isn't my chilling group that is beginning to change, just the group of people I randomly invite to chill with. More a growth I guess. I don't think this makes sense anymore.

But yesterday was a good night. There was power surge, a once a month thing on a tuesday night for young kids. No, I go there to help out. Sheesh. Afterwards though, we managed to drag most of the teenage leaders into sidney for some chilling. Now, these are outside of my box. Well, the ones who stayed where I stayed anyway. And even though people I knew who worked at DQ quit, more people I knew joined, so I got to meet with them a bit too. I probably shouldn't have ordered the water though. That stuff is pretty toxic.

Wow...If I wasn't writing this to you now, I would have completely forgot about calling someone I said I would call. I guess I should thank you...Even if it was just for reading through all this nothing. Even though I told you not to. Haha.

Hero

2006-10-14T23:24:00.000-07:00

Maybe a tad of spammage, but I figure that is okay. First, I must settle something though. It doesn't make me right or wrong, nor the other party, it just causes correctness to be irrelevant. Now, ideas are neither male nor female. Agreed? Alright, and a man behind a mask is an idea until the mask is taken off. You might not agreed with this. But this man stands for an idea. If he wasn't, he wouldn't wear a mask. So the man is an idea, causing the sexual preference of the said individual to be irrelevant. Unfortunately, I doubt that this is solid enough to satisfy the opposition.

But let us talk about heroes.

Some of us watched a movie tonight, at which I stated that the main character was one of my hero. I said it that way, with the bad grammer and all. So I tried to say that he composed part of my hero, which would then be made of many. Smooth, yes, I know. Then I thought of who the others would be. How many heroes can I have my friends? And how much do heroes say about a person? If I said that some of my heroes were Jesus, Hamlet, Macbeth, and V from 'V for Vendetta', who then would you picture me as?

These heroes I might say stand for more of ideas then actual people. Jesus may be seperate from that, but I'm pretty sure he can be in both, cause he is pretty darn amazing. I couldn't tell you what Hamlet would represent. And Macbeth...I like him because he is a villian showing qualities that I wouldn't say were bad. I can't really dislike villians who do that. Not like pretend to be good and then switch over, but are clearly bad, but...not evil. And V...needs a better name and to widen his focus a little, but he is a genius and...I don't know, I guess I get jealous of smart people. Even if they are only smart because it was written in a script... The image of intelligence I guess. But man, he knew how to put on a show.

Then it gets to people you know. Is there much difference between hero and role model here? There doesn't really have to be, but there can be at the same time. Someone could call a toll free number and ask for a bunsmaster collection and then they are your hero. That doesn't make them a role model. But they could be. Explanation discontinued.

My hero made of many others must contain some of the image and of the real. That's what I think. I can't think of words anymore. It's actually starting to annoy me.

My thoughts fled. Tell me what you think. Who are your heroes?

What is 'to hover'?

2006-10-13T00:01:00.000-07:00

Hey guys. Andrew, if you want me to be a writer, you should probably pay me or something. Then I would just give you stuff like this. That would be so cool. To get paid for pretty much blogging? I'm down guys. Hook me up.

Speaking of writing, I have a friend who got in a 'write a novel in a month' contest. The people there seem pretty cool. After writing stuff like this for so long...Or not so long, but comparatively to when I wrote real stories (did I ever?), I don't know if I even can. Meh. There is no real prize anyway. But then, who needs a prize to write a novel? That can be one of my life goals. To write a novel. That has a story and plot and crap. Nothing like this.

Different tangent from my first blob, I acquired a pretty sweet bass. I was out fishing and...Caught this musical instrument on the end of my fishing line.... Yup. She is pretty sweet. She has been named Harry Optimus Prime. HOP for short I guess. Mostly so I can save my daughter from having that name. Haha...umm...Topic change.

To what? Oh yeah. I got it guys. We were out the other day to go shopping for Tommy's birthday, but then Tommy showed up. I guess that was my fault...So much for that. So it was mostly chilling in Sidney. Yup. We went to ten thousand villages, which all fit in Sidney somehow, and at the last one we found a monster foot bag. Some one said 'you should get it'. So I did. It breaks ankles, also strengthens them, and kills small children. Thus it is called 'Bruno, the Monster Hack'. Along with my giant sandwich...

Everything in theatre is supposed to be big. Like, ridiculously huge so people get the point. And you can't go too big. The bigger you go, the more funny it is. Musical theatre has become my playground. I mean a new person each session...That's twice a week. It's going to be amazing guys. I'm stoked already. Get your tickets for the show in March...

I'm also stoked for the viewing of 'V for Vendetta'. In history, all we talked about for a week or so was REVOLUTION. That was pretty much how I described said movie to people without giving away anything. Now, I want to see if my description is accurate. 'I wanna be a revolution...alright'.

By the way, happy Friday the 13th guys. You know what that means? Absolutely nothing! But it also happens to be Steve's birthday( for those who don't know, Steve is Matthew. You're asking which Matthew now...That is why he is Steve. We got him to respond to it and everything). He turns 17, and is set on the belief that that means that his life is over. That he has lost his youth. It's kind of funny.

Where does fascism start? In the home. You are sick.

Yay history class.

Now a story of the night before I leave you to go chill with Harry. We have much twanging to do. Like, I have to learn something by tomorrow, and the clock says that tomorrow is today. Darn. So us random group of teens are walking down the bike path. There are eight of us. One on a bike. Someone comes from the other way, doesn't see the guy on the bike. Falls onto the hill(you know, the one that lines the entire bikepath) and swears at us. Jerk. Well, one of us told him to deal with it. He didn't like that. But our group had sort of split in to two. Biker boy was up in the first group, and us four were in the rear. As hill hugger went to get even, we walked up, and he thought differently about getting even.

Except he kinda hung around for quite a while. He walked away, then came back with a skateboard and went past us to be in front of us. Okay. We were going to Subway, so we went to Subway. He didn't follow. He kinda chilled by the traffic lights on the phone. Does he not have something better to do? Time passes and numbers dwindle. Us, now four leave, and become three. Guess who is still roaming around the bike path. Guess if we took it or not.

Guess he had nothing better to do.

Why would something so simple and small dictate his night? I don't understand. Speaking of dictate, my Dad says it's time for bed. Agreed.

Foot on the Brake

2006-10-09T22:53:00.000-07:00

I think forward motion has been lost. I mean, this weekend was excellent. But mostly because a really cool guy helped me realize that I'm not going anywhere. *gasp* Not going anywhere? Well, I'm hoping that other people know what that is like. You're living, but some wouldn't define you as alive. No more than bacteria. Eww. So what brings life? Love. Okay. But what makes how we are alive different from how bacteria is alive? For all I know right now, my life could have that much purpose. mmm. Encouraging. I don't think this has anything to do with anything though. I just don't feel like I'm going anywhere. Probably because I'm not.

So guys, Tell me where your going. If any of this life direction stuff made sense, let me know how goes it.

The Fest of...

2006-10-08T17:43:00.000-07:00

You think millions of blogs will be saying 'happy thanksgiving'? Cuz if they are, I can't start off like that. Apparently Beethoven is on tv right now. You know, that dog movie. I watched it when I was a kid. You know what else I watched when I was a kid? (yay segway...ruined)

Milo and Otis. Soo good. For tose who don't know about this movie...Just ask me. You can watch it and then be in shock that I like such a movie. There's a dog and a cat, and they go on adventures, and we follow them. Back then I don't know why I watched it. Now...well, this is the first movie that I've seen that I remember watching as a kid that didn't really suck. In fact, it might have been better. So funny...How much do the things you do as a kid affect how we are know? By the way, commercials ten-thirteen years ago were pretty amazing...Aren't you glad you don't live in California.

If any one of you is waiting for something meaningful to turn up in this, stop waiting. It isn't coming.

And nerding has gotten even worse my friends. We acquired another nerd game. Another version of Risk. The ancient gods of war and sky and death and magic fight to the death pretty much. It can be pretty intense, when it doesn't suck. So, we got this on Friday night, and promptly assembled a crew to play with. We figured it out alright. We know what we want to tweak. We were up till about four in the morning...hahahaha. Soo good. Happy hour and beyond my friends.

Now, what was even better was the next morning. Like, five people called me. Three when I was still sleeping. So, first I think, I woke up at nine thirty. Yup, that gave five hours sleep. I....don't really know what I was thinking...I think I wanted to make sure I didn't miss any turns. So I found my compy, but it didn't work at all. So I restarted it, and when back to bed. Then my Mom called. Yes mom, I'm home. No, I don't know where I was. Yes I'm home now.
Yup.
Then Steve called. I gave directions. I was still asleep in bed. He didn't show up at the place...
Then Josh. Risk? When? Half an hour...I'll see what I can do.
I think here is where I started getting up.

Woo hoo triptophan. Spelt wrong? Probably.

Still ignoring spell checker. We aren't on speaking terms anymore...

Dance Party-ish

2006-10-03T18:12:00.000-07:00

AHHHH! That's a good expression for the current moment. Does this mean I'm actually stressed about something? What?

Let's start more happy. Jon Loubert and I have concocted an amazing plan to live life well. It involves taking over a country

Yup. One of those plans.

I guess it started on Friday night. Friday night parties become lacking without Friday night partiers, so we just kinda...Yup. Smoker kids came to the church after. I didn't really care, but they decided to be smoking and smelling gross...yay. Eww. Then Liz came back cuz she was scared of some people having a party in their backyard. It smelled like one of them Friday night parties that people who drink have anyway. Jonny and I walked her home, then went into Sidney, just for kicks I guess. Subway was still open. We were amazed. So we went in to get drinks. We tried one of those refreshment tickets, but they said it wouldn't work...But then their cashier didn't work, so we got the drinks for free. Shasheen! Maybe it did work.

Eventually we got talking about having a half decent made paintball/laser tag building. One that would be amazing. Saturday came and went. Ignition, yaddayaddayadda. Then to Sunday. I have a knew favourite song. The pastor guy said we would pray, then we would have a benediction song that would blow our minds. 'Dance, then, where ever you may be...' It did.

Then we spoke of where to go for lunch. Then of lamb burgers and how ridiculously expensive they are. But prolly so good. This spawned the idea of having a sheep farm. Maybe some brown cows. We would have our lamb burgers, sweaters, and chocolate milk. What could be better? And that amazing paintball/laser tag building? It turned into a city, or maybe even a collection of islands. And we definitely threw in gokarts. Yup.

Guys, you may have heard it said by a certain guy that when students go into grade eleven, they hit a wall. Maybe it's reality or something. I was happy. I never hit that wall. But now...For the first time in pretty much forever, I don't get it. It will not click. Maybe other times, it would take some work to get there, and everything would be fine. But this time...It isn't like the classes matter. I have enough for whatever I want. I don't know what I want though so everything is greatly generalized. I figured just shotgun everything, then when I do know, there will be something to build on. I can't let a course defeat me. I can not.

Found out what the parts are in musical theatre. I'm somewhat content. And worried. Poor Joshua. He has a lot of memorizing. And I tricked them into thinking I can sing. Muaha. Yup.

Kyle and I spoke with Fitz about a Japan trip today too. That'll be...Interesting.

Apparently gokarts is similar to skirts. Who knew?

Yay clear direction. Isn't it great? I love knowing where I'm going. I'm not even done yet, but for now I'll leave you with that.

Forebode...

2006-10-01T00:40:00.000-07:00

Think Blitzkrieg.

I went to that crazy ignition thing tonight. Hyped up for quite a while. Like Fanta. Don't get me wrong, Fanta is amazing, but when I first tried it, I thought 'that's all?' Hype makes you overexcited for things that do not credit that much excitement. Fanta is just really addicting. Why don't we have any here?

As for ignition, as the brilliant girl who sat beside me said, 'what are we doing here? They will say yay we are great Christians, then go out tomorrow and stay the same as we were. Nothing happens. We should be out there, in Victoria, doing something useful'. Maybe that shouldn't have quotation marks. I can't remember it exactly. You get the gist. I'm pretty sure the point of ignition was for us to go crazy in getting our friends to come, have them exposed to Jesus through some guy, and then help them Through if they want to, to be a Christian. I didn't do that. I would rather have ten people who didn't grow up in christianese to have been there instead of me. Or even just one. Sure, the bands were fun, But I would trade fun any day for giving someone a potentially, radically changed life. I didn't really get or care what he said. Maybe I should have more. Mostly I thought 'I've heard this. Tell it to someone who hasn't'. That someone I didn't bring...

They didn't ask a whole bunch of Christians to go out into Victoria because they intended to bring Victoria to them. Maybe it isn't to late. Ignition is a start of something. A fire perhaps. So, it isn't over?

Stuff Posing As Meat

2006-09-29T16:11:00.000-07:00

Hello, I'm continueing the blog spam. And hearing out some Thrice. Soo good.

Just to get in the groove abit, I'm going to tell you about the 'It'll work this time' principle. I made it up. Yup. But it's relevant. Sort of. Yesterday Josh and Jon and I played some worms. My weapon of choice is my greatest weakness...who could resist the all poweful banana bomb? Anyway, we got down to the last game, on a ridiculous made up map. Jonny had two guys on one side, and I had one on the other. Lots of stuff in the way. So we tried a variety of weapons to hit each other, moving on towards another everythime one failed. Ish. Till we got back to ones that we had already used. It'll work this time. But that isn't enough to warrant a principle. There prolly isn't enough anyway.

So then today in history (sorry guys, but you are pretty much going to be walked through the highlights of history from my mind, cuz it is by far the most interesting class I have, and it takes up at least an hour five days a week...I filter it down for you. Honest) Newton did a quick summary of what each country was thinking after the first world war. His reditions are quite humourous, I assure you. Germany whipped out the schliefflien plan...'It'll work this time.' I like it.

What do you guys think of the nature vs. nurture stuff? It's a psychology arguement About what impacts character more...genes or how they are brought up. I'm pretty sure there is a balance of somewhere inbetween. Neither one is actually right, but neither one is wrong either. There's what I think on that. Hmm. I got lost in an artficial maze. I hope there's something nice at the end.

Distance

2006-09-28T22:35:00.000-07:00

So, hello guys. Apologies for pretty much spaming my own blog. Ideas are fleeting and slippery things, and the thought of losing them saddens me.

I have a friend who is going through some carp. Nobody likes going through carp. It smells bad and they might still be alive, and after you are through it all, you too smell like carp. Eww. But it was getting better. It seemed like things would go well. The sunrise on the horizon. But I guess the night had been too short, So the sun went away again, even the light fading from the sky. Yay. Not.

But even before this, I was walking along, and just kind of thinking about how I would raise my kid. Yes, I know, me having a kid should be a long ways away, but maybe that's why the thought of it is so encaptivating. It's like girls and their weddings. They plan it out when they are five, down to every detail. Some of them anyway. I think they do that because it's far away, they like the idea, and one day it won't be so far. That's my extremely uneducated guess. But anyway, parents don't really have a lot of power hey? The first five years or so are theirs, but then the kid goes into the world, even if it is just kindergarten.

Sometimes I just think it would be best to pour everything I know in right away. Or try to. But it wouldn't really work. And if it did, well, kids like to show off what they know. Nobody likes a show off.

Apologies again, because I missed the train. It chugged away in a discussion about warm apple juice and God. This will be continued.

Pour Que?

2006-09-27T23:01:00.000-07:00

Hi guys. Quick one question quiz.

Who was the leader of Italy at the end of the first world war?
(I'll even make it multiple choice)
A. Cleamenceau
B. Orlando
C. Mussolini
D. Tokugawa

No cheating now. Why do I ask you this? Because I didn't know the answer, and it was on a test, and...I just wanna see what everybody says really. Hee hee. Oh, history...

So yeah...I also need help. I am looking for an amazing bass (fish) and bass (guitar)...not soo much the fish. The problem is I know nothing about anything that could help me here, so I don't really know what I want. So I can't tell the people who do know stuff what I want, so they can't tell me how to get it, or what it would look like. Expensive isn't always better. I'm musically handicapped. So I cannot help much. *sigh*...

Kyle is making a pretty wicked compy from what I can tell. It'll glow mates. That's right. Glow. It'll be silent and blue and shiny...What more could you want? By the way guys, I've decided I cannot be a nerd. I'm really not very good at it. That's never stopped me before, so I'll probably continue to try, but really...After you are something for so long, you don't know how to be something else. Maybe I'll just continue being a bad nerd... What else could I be? I could go be a paper boy. Sweet eh? I thought so...but not really.

what else what else....My Dad is gone again till friday. He will pretty much be around only on weekends. And this will be for a while. That is how I am a paper boy again. I'm also in the global awarenes group at schoop somehow...and I don't know why. They're talking about trees an environmen demonstrations and such... I'm just sitting there asking why are we doing this? I really don't care about trees. Maybe I'm just not meant to be globally aware. Weren't humans put on earth to tend to it? There's gotta be a balance somewhere in there. I was never good at balancing. Still can't. That's why I cannot hackisack...among other reasons.

It's kind of odd what we find funny eh? I don't get it. Oh well. I'm supposed to make some story about some guy in Brazil. Friday maybe...

College visitor returns to paper.

2006-09-24T20:33:00.000-07:00

hey guys...I'm back. Back to the world where school poses as important and consumes everything. But it might be better than square world.

So I left on an excellent adventure saturday afternoon, after a dentist guy made my mouth hurt again, said it was good for me, even though it didn't hurt. Whatever. So Sarah, Graham and I left on our adventure. We didn't actually get there till about 9 or so. Ferry delays, and krisy kreme distractions, you know, that sort of stuff. Mhm. For all who are wondering, Mike is still Mike, and Cronk is still Cronk. They are definately just as awesome as ever. Mike found a replacement of me too. Older, has loads of batman stuff (that he didn't tell mike about until yesterday! Mike was happy...umm, no), may have a skewed veiw on women, according to one, and strives to be the different guy. He seemed pretty cool. He's already heard have my stories though, cuz he's been with Mike a while now. It's weird. It's like, you are watching a movie, then you leave for a minute, and when you come back, someone else is there to, and you try to fill them in, but they already know. It just leads to awkwardness. Yup.

I learned how to play crib too. Badly, but I learned how to play. Anti crib seems like more fun, prolly because it inverts the game. It's different and weird and... well, I like it. What else should I tell you? Oh, and Jon? Remember that mod reduction party we had that time? Well, apparently that dancing is quite popular. I accidentaly started dancing in public, and got an encore. Oops... And not everything is relative, guys. And I'm really bad at arguing points. Err...Viewpoints.

We were at the living waters church in fort langley...rewind. We were at the college, and Michael said he knew the way to living waters. We believed him. Michelle, Reid, Michael and I. He didn't. Somehow we avoided all the major roads, (found mctavish by the way...Cronk started looking for his house.) and got there about ten minutes late. That's what trips are about. If something ridiculous hasn't happened... why hasn't it? I guess some could say it's for bonding...boo.

Then when we got to the church, there was a called for all attractive young adults to stand up. Michael Cronk is the only attractive young adult who heard the call, apparently. They say I can't go to young adults here cuz I'm not old enough. Hey Andrew, we should talk soon. Fix that up good. We had a couple good fight to the deaths...pretty much the summary of amazing. I almost wanted to stay there, knowing I couldn't. I don't and won't fit. Even the transitory square world won't hold the likes of me. It would probably kill him if I stayed there too long. And no, I'm not telling you what square world is. I just don't really want to be back to this world either. But I'm already in...Why? Why is routine so addictive?

Graham, if you ever read this, just to tell you a little bit about poems; they aren't always to be artistic. Or even poetic. Not all poems anyway. Poems express the exact feelings of the poet at the time that they write it. If I felt really emo right now and went and wrote a poem, I would prolly think it is the worst thing ever once I read it when I was in my right mind. Of course, my right mind may be a far cry from anything right and sane. That was poorly presented and out of context. Ignore it. Why are you still reading?

If you say thing that are real, just so that you sound real, does that still make you fake?

This concludes the show
*curtains close*
*exits through the ceiling, of course*

Warm Fuzzies

2006-09-20T22:33:00.000-07:00

First I'd like to know who is posing as my blog...I have a guess, but demand a confession. Yup. It would almost be fun to go around and do that sort of thing to people who you didn't know...but only almost because the reactions make the fun. They make my day anyway...

So, I have pretty much the best spy cell ever. So I'm just gonna go off for a while and tell you why I love them. I was at Andrew's training for spy cell leaders...I didn't really pay attention for the first have. I drew some sketchy pen drawings. I've been bad for puns lately. Sorry. And then it wasn't fill in the blanks anymore. There were questions and stuff. Still not taking it seriously, I said ridiculous stuff. It was fun. Then I decided to try it out. I got so into it. The questions were...
What could your spy cell look like?
What could happen in your spy cell that would be amazing?
What could bring about deeper relationships?

It could look like a giraffe, you never know...

So that kinda stoked me for spy cells and such. Walking home, I figured I'd dare a call to Joshua's (I dared last we too, and they pulled the connection out of the wall. You know you're loved when...) and he answered this time. Apparently the talks and stuff have been going really well since I left...hmm. Anyway, Ted came. I think I told you guys about Ted once. He's about a fifteen minute bike ride from joshua's. So that was cool that he was there. Then I heard there were about a million people that I haven't spoken with in forever. Then they let me kind of listen in on their prayer. It was weird, but soo good. And we have have a barbeque type shindig going on next week. I miss them soo much....

And now I'll tell you about Gabe. At least, I think his name is Gabe. It starts with G and has 4 letters...I forgot the rest of it. Josh found his hackisack at long last, so we were just hacking it up at the bottom of the stairs, and Gabe walks by and asks if he can join us. Of course he can. Apparently he is in grade ten and came from Quebec, or was born there at least. And he is pretty amazing at hacking. Everybody has their own style. Josh has his one legged repeat, Cronk has his style...I don't even know what to call it. Mike has his skillz. Gabe has his own too. He was talking about joining a hacki tournament just cuz it would be full of hippies and druggies, and no one would really care who won. They'd just be having fun.

The best part is now we hack lots, and I think it scares some of the teachers. Soo funny. We'll get them in on it one day. You'll see. And be amazed. You know what's really amazing? Juice. Good old many fruits, could drink it all day, juice. My meal regularity and frequency hasn't really been consistent, and I'm pretty sure it's killing me. Your body craves what it needs. Maybe I'll get scurvy if I don't drink juice. Scurvy...such a piraty word. Talk like a pirate day was on tuesday. I didn't really do anything about it. It just was. You think our bodies were designed in the same way that our spirits were? Do you think that when our spirit needs something, that we would crave it? What do they need then? What do our spirits crave?

Life?

2006-09-17T20:35:00.000-07:00

I think I've found the next level of nerdom. I got a microphone for compy, and then starting talking to that crazy college kid who used to inhabit the core. It's like a phone, except better.

I'm also reading the screwtape letters. At one point they talk of getting their patients to do nothing, because good thoughts are nice and all, but they don't do anything. I can have all the thought's I want, and I can even put them on the internet for the world to see, then feel good about sharing these wonderful thoughts, but if they aren't acted upon, they come to nothing. I've pretty much been doing nothing...They must have found me. Darn.

Later on in that same book, they speak of what the enemy wants us, their patients, to be. People who rejoice in all creatures, including other people and ourselves. People who rejoice in the birds and the sky. People who, if told by God to go build the best cathedral in the world, would go do it, and then rejoice in it as if someone else had build it. That's so good hey? So I have a new goal in life.

Then Friday night, Andrew said just close your eyes for five minutes and think about a word. Ask God or the Holy Spirit to show you something about that thing. To explain it. Or something like that. So I chose rejoicing, because you don't see a lot of people rejoicing now and days. And if you do, it isn't called that anymore. So I was just kind of chilling there, thinking about it. Have you ever heard that song that goes like 'rejo-o-o-o-ice in the Lord, Rejo-o-o-oice in the Lord, Let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejo-o-o-o-oice'? That was fun. Maybe I should type out more songs. Anyway, that song was going around in my head. So I thought about how if you seek you will find, so a heart goes out to find Jesus, then they come back and he's there in the heart, saying 'hey' or something. And it would be like a party. In conclusion, to rejoice is to have a party going on in your heart. Or something like that that makes sense.

Speaking of Friday, that was crazy! There was this guy who Sarah found outside and brought him in. His name is Ted. He is actually amazing! He's pretty much a ninja, and funny, and just sweet. And...songs were sung. Happy birthday Andrew.

And today we watched Crash. It made me question what was important in life. Deciding that school wasn't up there didn't help my motivation. Or, should I say, my LACK of motivation. My aunt Ella phoned yesterday. She told me I should go into computers and stuff and get rich quick, cuz that's where the money is. She told a story about a guy who used to be their friend, but then made lots of money and doesn't talk to them anymore. She says that's what life is all about.

I disagree. I'd rather think life was about rejoicing in creation.

What do you think life is about??

Words

2006-09-13T21:43:00.000-07:00

Hello guys. It's me. The guy who writes most of the stuff you read here. Now that you know ever so well who I am, shall we commence? Sure let's go. Yes, I talk to myself. Some of the best conversations are had that way...Don't interpret that.

I'm learning how to be a leader. I almost think it should not be something that is learned. But then it has to be. But not through classes and stuff like that. Theory is great, but it isn't practical. Think communism. Theory is great.... I think people will follow someone who appears to know where they are going. Once they falter, the leadership might be questioned, but the leader never meant to lead. They were just going to where they wanted to go. Where they needed to go. Then again, I think most people don't know what they want, rendering democracy as silly. So let's move right along.

I wasn't learning to be a general leader though. I was learning to be a spy cell leader. For those who might not know, spy cells are our youth groups mirror of church cell groups, where youth get together and connect and go deep with God and each other. According to what a spy cell is, I'm a lousy leader of such a thing. But people keep coming and people keep talking. Not about anything really...just whatever comes up. Sometimes we try to make stuff happen, but it doesn't always work. There is a small amount of goodness in there though. But it's supposed to be structured and organized and inviting with refreshments and a clear leader and a clear assistant. Heh...I just got an idea. I'll tell you after I finish this thought. I like what we have. It unstructured and anyone can come, and they do. And it's amazing. Now the precursor to the idea: Group discussions work best when the group is together. That's a horrible precursor nd I shouldn't have even said it was one. Some of the best discussion comes out of the end, when we try to collect the prayer requests. Prolly because most people are trying to think, and everybody is listening. What if we starting collecting the requests for the prayer at the beginning of the spy cell and just let it take as long as it needed, around the general area of prayer, but still allowing for some wandering? It might work. It's still in theory.

I've been sort of thinking about words recently. Generally, I think words are meaningless. They communicate the thoughts that go around in the heads of people badly, in english at least. You have to know every single word in the bloody language to be able to express a sliver of what you mean. The only reason people understand each other through that is because we are all trapped in this same mess. A picture is worth a thousand words. And then some pictures are priceless. 1000 words=a picture=priceless. Therefore 1000words=priceless. That's like saying 1000x= infinity. What is x then? It doesn't work. So then let us assume that every word then is priceless. priceless doesn't equal meaningless. Then words aren't priceless because it means they have value, so much value in fact that you couldn't put a price on it if you tried. So much for my view.

God spoke the world into existence through words. James says that the tongue is dangerous. What does the tongue do? It says words. It wouldn't be dangerous if it did something that was meaningless. I thought words were like that now because they are so misused and overused.

How the deuce do you treat words as if they were priceless?

Sourdough Dreams

2006-09-08T23:44:00.000-07:00

Hello. This will span most of my evening. As interesting as they are, ha, I wouldn't call them blog worthy. But this one seemed like fun. We had some communion at youth. Mmhmm. And there was definately some sourdough bread that wasn't used or meant to be used. It was all for presentation, from what I can gather. I was given half of it, and just started making it smaller. It was gone before I left the church. There's where the sourdough comes from. Not. Sitting. Well.
By this time, most people have left, and three of us remain on foot: Sir butterface, Darth Cypher, and yours truly. So we started walking along. The sourdough may or may not have kicked in by now. I can blame it for anything. That's the best part. We started talking about dreams and crap. Not like, 'one day I'm going to be an astronaut' dreams, we mean 'whoa it's a monster. I need a sword. Oh, now I have one. Where'd the monster go? Okay' kinda dreams. The fun ones that don't make any sense. I had one a while ago...

I had to go somewhere, and it was far away. So we stopped somewhere and I thought I'd go on a nature walk or something. Thing is, the path just kept going. I'm thinking, 'oh, I'm going to be late. I'd better start running'. So I did. The path was beautiful though. It went to where there was a clearing on one side, pretty much tundra really, and clusters of small trees on the other side. There were mountains in the distance on the tundra side. It was really cold. So I put my sweater on. That I had. Somehow. Eventually I got to the end of the path, and it was a small town in the middle of nowhere. There was a gas station. I went there. I think it was getting robbed. Maybe for ice. I don't know. But there was ice. Then I left and hopped in a military transport. It was like one of tose things that come from star wars and hold th droids, except there were less people inside then droids. It was about the size of a room or something. The military guys were pretty cool. Then I saw my mom's van, then somehow she was driving the military thing. And that was that. Then I had another one...

I wasn't in this one, so it was kind of like a really badly done movie. Like most dreams... anyway, it was dark and there was this girl driving a car around in the middle of nowhere. Thne she pulled up to the house. People who I'm pretty sure weren't in the car before got out and went into the house. They were trying to stop something. Then there was a guy in the house. He was bad. From the car, we could we the silouettes on the windows. All the lights were on for some reason. Every room he left, the lights went out. Then he got to the last room, and was trying to kil a bird or something. So that's what the kids were trying to stop. Yes, they were kids. They failed, and then dissappeared, except for one that got caught by the guy. Poor kid. Then my dad was randomly there, and somehow the whole thing was meant to teach me or the girl (it got a bit hazy) how to back up and park. Poof. Game over.

In Butterfaces dreams, there are recurring characters, such as spiderman. Then we diverged to Optimus Prime. I think Andorra would be a great name for a girl. Jon doesn't. Jon says if I name my daughter andorra, I have to name the next kid OptimusPrime. I guess I'd have to be pretty crafty to get that one past the wife, eh? Slip it in the middle name. Harry OptimusPrime...Oh, poor poor girl... And if you hole your shadow just right, you too can have lego hands.

When I was a kid, we used to have really old game system things. There was one where you run around and random monsters pop up and you always die. If you didn't somehow you got to another thing that kills you. Like a queen or something. I think we also had tennis on it. Why do I tell you of this? Because I blame it for something. Way back when, I think that machine would sketch out and start blinking crap. You know, like smooth clear whiteness, then garbled black mostly with little chunks of red and blue and such thrown in. Pretty much the exact opposite of the white. So, I don't exactly know why I tell you this. I just don't see why I remember this. It might not have even come from the machine. Maybe I made it up in my head. It randomly comes back to memory sometimes. It's pretty weird.

Sometimes when you eat stuff before you go to bed, it makes weird dreams happen. Here we go.

Gregarious

2006-09-07T22:47:00.000-07:00

Hello. This is mostly just so I remember that word. Gregarious. Ain't that fancy? I love big words. They make me happy inside. Why? Because they enable a person to speak with the most amazing language that they could say anything in a way that would drop the jaws of all that listened. I want to be able to talk like that one day. Dr. Suess has been an amazing help. One day it'll be all up here and I'll be able to rattle 'Fox in socks' off without a flaw. So you can speak quickly and accurately. Who cares? Go be an auctioneer. They are amazing to, but not in the same sense I'm trying to get at.

Have you seen 'V for Vendetta'? I want to be able to talk like him. Or like Hamlet. Everything you say could loaded or empty. Clearly it takes an amazing mind and a vocabulary that has more then one word (ex. amazing...jeez Werner....) to pull off that perfection of speech.

That's all. I just wanted to remember that word, so as to one day have it engrained in my vocabulary, enhancing the art of the tongue. Hopefully I won't be too old by the time that happens. If it happens. Anyways, carry on mates.

There's a bear coming...

2006-09-03T16:32:00.000-07:00

Camping is a great way to get to know a new youth pastor. I'd say what I learned maybe, but then he'd read it. Haha. Jokes. I couldn't say it here now...simply because creating the thoughts that make what I learned into words just isn't working. Too tired. Soo good.

The second day was the best. I felt sort of in that state of limbo, where you're tired but not gone yet. Or maybe that was the first day. Either way it was good. Sang some dashboard songs loud and offkey, lost some chess games, said goodbye to some kids. I guess I'll see them in a couple months. The campout also helped out into perspective that we are in the second tier. When you enter youth, most are pretty young, and the whole thing is built for them to connect with God and some friends. Set up good role models, blah blah blah. The second tier would be when you realize that there are more younger kids than older, so then you ARE an older kid. You start to realize that youth isn't built for you anymore, but you are still there, and really still essential. You ARE the positive role model. I guess age isn't really the only factor...But when has it been? Age should never be the only factor.

For a bit I felt that it wasn't my youth group anymore. Mine was up and leaving. That didn't mean I was. That was just what was happening. So now it's their youth group. And I don't think I'd mind being part of it. To be remembered as someone who changed peoples lives forever? Just by being in a youth group? Well, who could resist mate? Haha. Most of the people leaving couldn't stick around for too long at camp cuz, as said, they were leaving. Thanksgiving should be swell.

The best overall thing though, is that when camping, there is no time. No rush. No crazy schedule to follow. It just goes... Mmm, soo good. We shouldn't have to rush everywhere. But at the same time, we should still be efficient in what we do. What if we had time to think? To do the things we've always wanted to? Sure money might be needed for some of the later, but it really isn't that hard to come by. It's interesting to wonder how it was in the beginning, before we had 'civilization'. Everything was fresh. You could be the first person to have ever thunk that thought just thought. I don't know what I would do if I was then. I'd like to think I would live amazingly. That maybe I'd even make history. If I could make it then, shouldn't I be able to make it now? How do people make history now? How was it made then? Is the difference really that big?

Ready for school? One last year. Last year I tried to treat it as something fun, approaching the whole thing differently. Why not approach it as though it were timeless, as though we were timeless?

Campout

2006-09-01T11:04:00.000-07:00

End of summer campout. What could be better? Well, if other people cared maybe...kids working through it. tsk tsk tsk. Money doesn't make it better. So school is starting soon, as everyone knows. This is the worst post yet. Nope. I'm not gonna do it. Not unless it picks up a little and gets more interesting. My mind just isn't here. It's over there, in the shower. That's where I'll be. Maybe I'll sing a song. Apparently everyone sings in the shower, according to tv. Tv is never wrong, right? I can't stand all the rightness, so I just don't watch it. I got this great shampoo. It's strawberry green apple or something like that and it smells wonderful. Well, I think so anyway.

You know what's silly? My sister and brother both know what they are going to do when they graduate, or at least have an idea, and I still don't know and I'm THERE. ish. I've got about a year. All I've got are ridiculous notions of conquering the world...well, more just travelling it. Start a farm in Africa, visit Japan, hippie van across Canada... Solid eh? I'll be ready if I want more education. I'll tell you what my dad says. He says it's better to go into school right away and vacation later because if you vacation right away then it'll be harder to come back to school. You'll always be thinking of the places you went, what you did. You lose focus. That's what he has heard from other people who did travel right away. The other thing he says is take a business course at least. They are everywhere. You have that course you could start your own or something. It would be tres useful he says. Except he said very, not tres, cuz he isn't french.

So then, where do I go? What do I do? Should I be thinking about it? Why? Why not? Too many questions. I go nowhere yet. I do this last year of school. Should prolly thinkabout it, but not too much, because I don't what the future and nop matter how hard I think about it, I still won't know it. Maybe think about it enough to make a backup plan, but just wait for the real plan to come from the guy who IS the future. That could work, right? Depends when he wants to let me in on his plans.

Guess I'll just enjoy myself for now. Goodbye those who are leaving. Those of you still around, we just might have to hang out more. Yup.

"Would you believe me if I said...?"

2006-08-28T21:10:00.000-07:00

I'm free...doo doodoo dooo dudoo doo du-dududu
It's a song okay?

Would you believe me if I told you that lots happened since my last blog, like, two days ago? That doesn't happen too much for me. Normally I just make up random stuff and put it here to see who reads it. The less people reading it, the more extreme I can be, right? Well, actually, numbers doesn't really change much. As far as I can see, my posts are generally the same. Same writer, Same style mostly, Mostly from the same compy. Yup. They are all the same. Wow...I got distracted. Sorry. Well...no. I don't want to exactly start yet. I'm just not there yet. Don't you hate when people do that? Say they have something to say and then not tell you what it is? While still ion the prequel to my blog, Cronk is back, so go check out his adventure over there somewhere>>
He made some pretty funny posts as of late. Well, I think so anyway. Maybe this is a good segway to start? Not anymore...

So Sunday had a church service, and Reuban said stuff. What did he say? Well, I'm not the greatest at paying attention anymore. I think it was about temptations and stuff. There was a chocolate muffin and milk, and a few stories...It was a three point sermon. He said it was the mark of bridal college. Oh, sorry, bible college. I'm doubting his ability to make different types of sermons. I could never make a three point sermon. There's another never on the list just waiting to be broken now...

But this Sunday was more then just Reuban and church and stuff. It was the last service for quite a few of my friends before they go away for a long time. Mostly to schools. Most of them have a high chance at coming back married, considering where they are going and what that place has been dubbed. But I'm not going to talk much about that anymore. I'm going to talk about arrows.

Yup. Skipping ahead of any real point being made so far. Haha. Arrows have points. Okay, so I went to my house to take some drugs, And I was biker boy for that day, biking everywhere. So then we left my house, and found an arrow pointing left, so we followed it. We followed arrows all the way to the corner store. It was quite an adventure. Then we were nerds for many hours. I got my stuff from some guy who was moving's house. It was good.

The only bad thing about nerding it up is half the population really don't relate. It's a great way to connect with guys, but then if you do it too much you feel seperated from the girls who are your friends. Apparently they just aren't so into that stuff. I would invite them anyway, but that's why my friends say I don't have a girlfriend. Whatever. I'll be fine nerding it up for a while.

After the nerdfest I went home again and took some more drugs. Then I went to The meeting. The last one for about half the team. Sweet. As in 'What? I'm going to be among the oldest in the youth group? Young, impressionable teens and preteens are going to be looking at me for examples? I have to learn how to mentor?' It's kinda scary. I don't want kids going around, doing what I do. Well, maybe some of it. Then I would think I was cool. But not everything. I'm a pretty big jerk sometimes.

I don't really remember too much of what was said, but something was mentioned of comfort zones and crap, and I blame that for why I kind of missed the rest. I created my own world around it for a while.

Picture a fireplace place. You know, one of those ones the has a really big log burning. Mmm, so good, I know. Now, say there were lots of big logs in this fireplace. The fire is still stuck in the fireplace. Get one of them fiery logs out of there though and the fire has grown. Now, let's say the fireplace was the church. Let's also say we are each a log. Nothing is wrong with chilling in the fireplace, But for the fire to spread, you've gotta go to where there isn't fire. And I can't make the rest of it flow nicely, so, these daring logs could go around making more fireplaces places; more comfort zones, but then they would always have to leave again to spread the flame. The most efficient log wouldn't go around creating these places of comfort and of safety.

But they are needed too. Hmm. Clearly it isn't a complete thought. Nevermind.

Then the party. It was alright I guess. Then I discovered that my philippino friend had yet to arrive, so after some more chilling, I hopped on my bike and sped over to the airport. And by sped I mean rode as well as someone who doesn't ride bikes rides. Then I got there all sweaty from my bike ride. Eww. And his mom was there. Sweet. I don't have to go looking for people. So the planes were late and he wasn't going to be there til midnight. It was about quarter to ten. But there were goodies at his house, so we went back and chilled for a while. And by we I mean His mother, father, Sarah, and myself. It was good. Sarah and I decided to go ride around the roundabout for about ten minutes. I don't understand how people can listen to country. I am befuddled. Then we picked Michael up from the airport and such.

I didn't really wanna bike home cuz It was late and I was tired, so I slept there. Got back tonight. Heard a metric ton of stories and seen a lot of pictures. Got the travelling hat back. That hat is even more amazing then...I donno. Think of something amazing. It's better than that.

The best part of the story is now that Michael is back, we have a week before he too leaves for school. That's great. Isn't that great guys? Ha.

And I'm not bitter, no matter what anyone says. Just been watching too many stupid emotional movies.

Chomp

2006-08-26T01:52:00.000-07:00

This blog is a complaint. Not really at anyone. People complain when things don't go nicely. So here I am. Why am I complaining? My tooth hurts. A couple nights ago it robbed me of some much needed sleep. Not nicely either. But how often are you nicely robbed? The robber left the beautiful present of mouth drugs though. I got some stuff the numbs my mouth up good. I was happy.

And it stopped bugging me for a while...but we had an appointment set up with some dentist guy, and such. Well, he robbed me from sleep too, but this was more getting up to go there. So I went, for my first time in memory, to a dentist. He said classic dentist stuff, like brush and floss and crap like that. I thought it was funny. I told him which tooth hurt, so he went around in my mouth and made a different tooth hurt, and then started fixing it. And by fixing it, I mean gutting my tooth so there is only the shell left standing. He froze my mouth up pretty good too. Mmm mmm. My mouth drugs are getting more intense.

Only problem is it didn't stay frozen. So now it hurts as much as it did when it kept me up, and I don't think he 'fixed' the right one. So far he's made my mouth hurt more.

I'm reading this textbook like book by this guy named David Rohl. It's called 'The Genesis of Civilisation'. I found it somewhere, looked at it, thought 'I could never read this. Too textbook like', opened it and made it through a paragrap without losing interest, and decided it was worth it. It was before I knew the price, but I didn't care too much anymore. This book goes and examines Genesis, placing it in history. It's a cool book because Dave is walking us through everything we know to know to understand what he is saying. It is as though he figures it out with us, even though we know he knows all this perfectly. So far we have located the garden of Eden. It sends you back to before cities with lights and politicians were everywhere. Heck, everybody spoke the same language back then. I'm not very far into it though cuz I keep getting distracted...some thing to do with my mouth...It's rediculous.

Time was never meant to equal money. Slow down.

The Lamp

2006-08-22T20:26:00.000-07:00

Howdy, just to kick off the school year early...err, right me and some guys decided we'd be cool to make the most freaking random blog you can find. Grammer might be shottie with one of them, but it's all good. So you should check it out. It's labelled 'Error Error' on the side over there>>>

In other news I'm a freakin shopaholic when in Sidney. We scoured some thrift stores...man, I left with more then they had. At least it felt like it. And I gots the coolest lamp ever. It'll be at spy cell at josh's on Wednesdays so everyone should come. Just for the lamp mates. Nothing else really matters. Just the lamp.

I got a million other things too. Like the Grabbo arm. Bam. I shall be entertained.

Legends

2006-08-20T23:22:00.000-07:00

Vbs was amazing. I was a pirate everyday. That's pretty much all a guy could want. Okay, all I could want. To make it better, the amazing Miss Airth was here for a few days too. A pretty satisfactory week. One more week and Reid is back, then another week after that about half my friends go away to school and such. May the next two weeks be as good as or even better than this last one.
So friday some of us went up to Victoria to a concert. It was all about Dallas Green. His band is called city and colour. It took me a while to see the connection between the band title and the guy's name. I got there eventually. I guess it was alright. I'm not the biggest fan, but I still stood around and listened. Standing for that long isn't healthy. It was worth it just to sort of meet the guy. How much can you get to know a guy when he's on stage and you aren't? I guess about as much as a stranger gets to know me from reading these rantings in this place.
Afterwards we went to Boston Pizza, sort of illegally. But it worked. It was where I had my first meal that day. Somehow I had forgotten to eat the rest of the day, and by that time was paying for it. Lemonade can never subtitute for food. Then we drove home, less illegally, but still sketch enough that we didn't ask to be delivered to the middle of nowhere. So now Jon and I are stuck in Sidney and need to get to Josh's place (AKA the crevice[AKA the middle of nowhere]). After concluding that getting a ride was impossible, we decided to walk. Then decided biking was faster. It was pretty dark out for biking. But it didn't matter.
It was so dark someplaces that Jon could have been as far as the far wall in the room you are in now and I couldn't see him. There was a roundabout on the way, so we went around it a couple times too. Mmm mmm. We left Jon's at 12:30.
Doing stuff at night, like walking long ways or biking almost seems better. Especially in Sidney where nothing really happens anyway. It's good times to think. If you were there, I could have had some awesome thoughts for you. But they are gone now. It really is a shame how wispy some thoughts are. You have them and tell yourself 'this I won't forget' but then you try to remember it and it's gone. Packed up and left. It really is a shame.
I've gotta try to fill these last weeks with chilling with friends who leave soon, and that works well after a sound sleep. Or maybe...
The best fun is had when people are between tired and awake. Theyre awake enough to not be complaining that they are tired, and they are tired enough to forget the sense they would have when they are awake. I don't know how to pull that of entirely, but that is the aim.

Counting down...

2006-08-14T09:50:00.000-07:00

Can you believe that summer is almost gone? August is half done. Three quaters of my summer have dissappeared. But the sooner this is over, the sooner I can begin the last year of high school for myself, and finding out what life is like when all of your friends leave. I have plans in my head, but almost everytime I plan something in my head, it relies on something happening that I have no control over. So they never actually happen. Oh, but if they did happen, I would have been ready. Maybe too ready. And then stuff happens that I knew would happen and I fully don't do what I had planned to do. Well, right now I am supposed to figure out how to look like a pirate. I haven't seen a pirate movie recently enough for a decent pirate picture to follow. And then I don't really have the stuff. That's what the countless thrift stores are for. But first I need a vision; I have to know what I want to get. No point in going without a clue of what to do eh? I was thinking I might do something crazy to my hair, but I don't know. My hair doesn't seem to want to look suitingly for the part. And I need a sword. Whatever. It'll all work out. This week should fly by. Being a pirate for a week? Dream come true my friends. Woot. Enjoy the rest of your summer mates, and don't let anything take away from it.

Tired mind

2006-08-02T23:04:00.000-07:00

Everything is bigger when your tired. Funny things funnier. Horrible things more horrible. Even though they are no different, they just extract a better reaction from the tired ones.

It seems I've become pretty repetitive lately. I can't help but use the same words over and over again. I don't really understand why either.

Ever since getting back I've been more tired. Sort of. It just seems to happen more often. Maybe it's just a lack of vitamins or something. There are pills to fix that.

These are all just some of my thoughts right now that I guess you don't really need to read. Just a waste of time for me to type and for you to read. They aren't even thoughts of much consquence. But I wouldn't want to have deep thoughts all the time. I'd drown. I can't float that long. I'm a horrible swimmer really. I didn't learn how to till about grade four. And I didn't learn how to ride a bike till I was about ten. I know, I know. That's horrible. What's worse is I don't know why it took so long.

Why is time going so fast? It feels like I just got back yesterday, but now Wednesday is nearing it's end. It seems like lots is happening. I rather it this way, but even though lots is happening, I still find time to do nothing, as though nothing were happening. I wish I used my time better. I want to start reading more books, but none of them matter if I'm not reading the book that changes lives; the book inspired by God himself. And it isn't even that I don't want to. It just hasn't happened.

You know what's really silly? It's been almost four days I've been back and I still haven't really seen my Dad. He works during the day, and stuff has just kept happening at night. He goes to bed early too. I'm trying to see if staying up later throws my sleeping patterns into a more fit summer schedual. Nobody should be waking up at eight in the morning in the summer when they have nothing to do. Heck, anytime. I just don't understand.

Sometimes it feels like I could dissappear and nothing would change. I mean, I don't see what happens when I'm gone, so I don't actually know if I'm needed or not. And then you could do something like this and tell everybody, and then they all say 'no man, without you everything would suck so bad' but you wouldn't actually believe them cuz they just say that to make you feel better. Maybe that's why some people get in such moods often. So that their friends will tell them that they matter. Kids shouldn't have to scare their friends by doing stuff like that though to be told that they matter.

I don't know about you, but I'm not the greatest friend ever. At a thing a couple years ago I heard some guys say that through friendships where you were the best friend you could be is a better evangelism idea than pretty much everything. It's hard to be the best friend ever. Everyone has a different picture of that in their mind. Missionaries should start in their hometown. If they can't be a missionary there, how could they be anywhere? Not everyone is meant to travel the world to be a missionary either. If I can't be the best friend I can be with my friends, how can I be the best friend I can be to anyone, especially those to whom I represent a perfect, loving, all powerful God?

It's like running. It's all mental. It's amazing how much your mind can do.

It took a bit to get there, but there's a half decent thought. And now you know how my brain works most times. It takes a while to get places.

I have come again.

2006-07-31T14:14:00.000-07:00

Hello again. There weren't as many bugs as I thought there would be. Well, Okay. There were, they just weren't blood sucking and the kind that I hate. If you want to know more about the trip, you should ask me. Way too much to type, and even if it wasn't, I don't feel like typing it all.
I read some books on the trip though. About three, more than I've read in five months or so. I read of the exploits of a dutch missionary, the inner workings of an honest writer's mind, and a trip he made around America once. Oh, and us three, Jon, Mike and myself, Are pretty much famous. Well, not really. But we went to their youth group, and apparently everybody was asking about us. We are just that cool. And all we did really was goof off. It was great. We kind of wanted to stay, but Jonnypants and sir Chubb had work or something so we had to get back. The trip back was pretty ridiculous. Mike's car is pretty old. Cars of that age aren't meant to go that far it seems. Even though he had put over 8 hours work into it the week before camp.
But I wouldn't have anything to tell if the trip went smoothly there and back.
So I'm around for the last leg of summer. We will make it the most extravagant and excellent month of the year yet!

brb

2006-07-22T14:33:00.000-07:00

Come here the rantings of a sleep deprived, pink-shirted boy. Why is he sleep deprived, pink-shirted and ranting? Well, maybe you can gather that from the rants.

I went to Nanoose. Along with lots of friends. Woot. Wanna know the weirdest part of that? It didn't matter so much that I had some friends there, coming with me. For the first day they were pretty much nowhere to be seen. Actually, they were in the band or counsilers, so busy. It was kind of lonely. But camp doesn't really start until you have your team, as Reid said, and that is a good place to start.
I am a proud member of the Redskins. We are an excellent team who doesn't win most of their games, but has good games almost every game. For those who don't know, Nanoose is a sports/God based camp. mostly about God, but sports fill the time and atmosphere. 11 Teams in madcore competition. The sweat and soreness and screaming. So good;) And naturaly, everyone thinks their own team is the best.
The speaker was...well, I didn't like him really, but I liked most of what he said. It was relevant to my thoughts. He was the guy who spoke and a smaller island youth gathering called the zone. He spoke of fire and 'give it all up lay it all down hand it all over'. He spoke of experience and stuff he'd done (same thing there...) so you knew he wasn't a hypocrite...I'm still not a fan, but let God use who I don't like. Even though I didn't like him, I think he did an excellent job. Better worded, let God do an excellent job through him, encouraging us to do the same.
His name was Trevor. He was from Winnipeg. He brought a guy named Bryan, also from Winnipeg. Bryan was put on the Redskins. That guy was so cool. And hilalrious too. Well, I thought he was. Apparently I'm like his friend Tim, who he hasn't seen in soo long. Clearly Tim is pretty darn sweet.
I guess I should wrap this up, but first I'll tell you about my lodging. Heh. I was in the lodge, with lots of other guys, none who I knew. For the first couple nights I didn't care and went straight to sleep cuz I was tired. Then I stayed concious one time to see what would happen...Oh boy. So funny. It smelt pretty bad in there though. Eww.

So yeah, I am off to travel some of the world again on monday, across to the mosquitoe infested plains. so, I leave this place once again. kl;ngwjgno4wnktr;knwkvl;nj;kl4ekle

Solid

2006-07-08T12:34:00.000-07:00

July 7th was quite good. The day before was crazy. The set up, the preparation. There was a midnight show, so I decided to go then, and that everybody wanted to go with me. Might not have been as right I thought I should have been, but that's okay. Not everyone needs the same obsession. Otherwise...well, you don't need too much imagination to see what would happen if everyone shared such things. Now that you should know my biased, the movie was soo worth it. I liked it. The paper didn't like it too much. I read a thing on it...stupid paper. Don't try to judge movies. Mostly, the liking or disliking is based on opinion. The 9th is the last day I will ever deliver papers. In a constant, daily fashion anyways. Haha. What is my point? I don't think I have one.
By the by, is anyone who knows anything about music inclined to aid me in the finding and aquisition of an excellent bass guitar? Dear Cronk will soon be gone for a long time, and I don't wanna just stop playing. Friday nights is great, but I'll never get better if that is the only time I play. So I must aquire one, yes? Yes. A good solid one. Now for something completely different. 5 in the morning is pretty amazing during the summer. The other day I was up at such a time, walking past a beach...man, the sun does the most amazing things. It light the sky up pink, and that was reflected in the water. And then the mountains across the water in different shades by distance. So picturesque. We truly do live in the best place on earth.

Verbal tirade

2006-07-03T11:45:00.000-07:00

What is a verbal tirade? I don't know. My vocabulary is still being worked upon, but it was in the risk rules. The official rules anyway. I think they are kind of silly. There is some ridiculous stuff in there. Rules are what everyone plays by. Nothing more then mere guidelines by which the game should be played. Pirates on July 7th!! I think this would have to be the most excited I've ever been about a movie. And if it sucks...Let's not go there.

Why am I talking a verbal tirades and such? Well, Because summer has officially started and I'd like everyone to know how mine started. I'll skip the boring parts if you really want. Okay okay. So Monday we had to have a good game of risk before Jared ran off to Ontario for three weeks or so, and we did. Jon and I were the dominants, and we ended earlier than the end, but it could have gone on forever. Then I went to work. Yay. Tuesday was nothing. Wednesday was...Well, I dislike working daytime shifts due to the lunch time rush. They are gross. But work is boring to speak of, so we can mention emotional intelligence. Kyle mentioned it at spy cell, so I clung to that as a life raft to give the night a more study like feel. Mostly, it's not saying the standard answer for 'how are you'. Fine, right? Or good, or great. It's telling the asker how you are actually, not merely a cover up to skip the question. So we brainstormed words. And more people left for vacations on this day.

Thursday I received my card that reports. Some teacher who said I was going to fail passed me. Woot. I was happy. It made my day. And now for the days of goodness.

Friday was...kinda lame till about 6:30. Then the concert began. It wasn't the best concert ever, but I liked it. I swagged myself a pink shirt. Pretty much the coolest thing since fox and socks, and don't get me started on that. Haha. American History Ex is a pretty quality movie too. If the reality can be stomached.

Canada Day!! I sat in the sun for about four hours and they said I was in the parade. Got the farmers burn pretty solidified. Apparently my skin doesn't tan. It's very patriotic. Only red and white for this hide. Then I nerded it up with Jon with some heroes. I'd have to say that it is one of the best games ever. When I was young I used to go over to Kyle's all the time, and we'd rip up the first one as well as we could, being seven or whatever, listening to some Abba. Now the two are linked in my head pretty good. Like it or not. I worked the rest of the day away. Blahg.

And the grand conclusion to this tirade is Sunday. It was beautiful. I wore my pink shirt. I felt so cool. Church is pretty solidcore. He's trying to help us to reach out to people. It's better to be their friend than their converter. Nods all 'round. Then myself with some old guys, Mike and Reid, went for adventures in the village. Sidney doesn't get to be a town today. We saw about a million people. I moved the burn up my arm a bit. We listened to the band play. Cronk made the band, I must say. Just the little things he said between songs...He told everyone to go to a nearby ice cream shop while they were waiting. Anyway Then there was some chillage with Sir Robert Petkau. Pretty darn cool. I lost, but it doesn't matter. I was trying something stupid anyway.

Is anyone good with projectors? At about ten we tried to rig up our genius idea of connecting Heroes to a projected. It was an old projector, but it was free, so no complaints. It took a while to make it work decent for just the computer. But then we did. But heroes didn't work. It work flick the image crystal clear for a second, but not long or frequently enough to do anything. Then the thought,'well, do other games work?'. So we tried starcraft. Worked perfectly. Worms. Perfectly. Naturally this upset us a bit. Why doesn't what we want to play work? In the end, we scrapped trying to make it work on the projector, and just played it on the compy. Oh, and we got to meet Mike's kitten. They found it scared and cold in the forest, and it's a pretty darn cool cat, I must say.

But you know what the coolest thing about Sunday was? Sarah arrived back from Kenya today. In the midst of everyone leaving, she returns. Pretty sweet eh? Welcome home Sarah. Well, that probably bored you all to death, so now that my job is done... (exit stage right).

And Breathe

2006-06-25T23:13:00.000-07:00

Okay, I think everything is working out. I think the process to make all better has begun and I can just hide behind my many shifts till everything is better. Overpush the body and have one of the loneliest weeks I've had for a while. A long while. But maybe it won't be so much lonely as solitary. Loneliness ain't too grand, but solitude can be amazing. It actually won't be too bad at all. Stuff happens throughout the week. It's just harder to see people when school is gone. But I don't miss school. However, I don't think I could ever work a real job full time. I think I'd go insane. And you need schooling to have a decent job that I could tolerate working much time per week.

Integrity was a opic brought up recently in a thing I was at. It went all over. Integrity is an outgrowth of your relationship with God. Integrity means you don't hide behind your masks, you don't even use masks, you are consistent in who you are. Jesus was te only man with true integrity. Integrity is much linked to accountability. What is accountability? An open honestness, asking questions that some would fear, and answering personal questions to those close who could be called your partners of accountability. I think accountability is crucial to integrity. It keeps you honest, and real to yourself. Sometimes we try to justify things that really shouldn't be justified. Accountability lets friends speak to that. Keeps you in check.

So yeah. Good stuff to work on at least. I think I should read more. There are a lot of amazing books out there. Really. If you know any good ones, lemme know. Also, if you got thoughts on integrity, I'm all ears.

Heh Heh Heh...Oops

2006-06-25T00:44:00.000-07:00

Well, I didn't do it. In fact, now I'm working from Monday til Saturday...4-10 monday, 5-12 tuesday, 12-4 wednesday, 1145-4 thursday, 9-5 friday, then 8-12 July 1st. Kinda counter productive eh? compared to what I was planning to do anyway. When I'm there though, it doesn't seem so bad. The shoes hurt, and most of the customers are jerks( well, its more 50 50), but it's almost fun. I don't get it. Maybe I don't want to quit. It doesn't really get in the way of chilling with my friends, cuz they all have their own crazy plans already anyway. I don't need the money though. It represents being able to do the things my friends do. that's why I'd have it and mostly how I would use it. AHHHHH! I confuse myself. How did I get all those shifts? At a time when I thought I needed money, I asked for more hours. The next day, I discovered I didn't. I told them, but I think they only heard what they wanted to hear. ANd I let them get me to take shifts I don't want, etc, so yeah. Backwards. Tell me what you think I should do. I prolly won't do what you say to, but your input could influence my actions. You have that power.

Quit?

2006-06-24T14:27:00.000-07:00

First Saturday after school is out. Yay. Well, I guess it isn't a real Saturday, because you don't work on a real Saturday. But then, I've haven't had a real Saturday for a long time. Which is why I think I'm going to quit. And because I don't really want money. The job wasn't for money. It was for that trip that continues on without me. It won't include me now, so why should I keep on working? For money? That seems pointless. I live with my parents, and they feed me and get me stuff and pretty much all I need. Money is for bigger stuff that they can't afford. Like big trips. I'm pretty we've always been in debt to some level. One day we won't be anymore. One day, long after I've left the house. Yay. That day is pretty soon. If my absolutely crazy plan that spans the next year works, then in one year I am out of here.
Right, so I must let my day commence at last. Au revior.

Well....

2006-06-20T21:03:00.000-07:00

This will be my emo post. Hopefully my only one for the summer. Which got longer then it was this morning. Even though I called this my emo post, I'm going to try to mention all the better things, and why it doesn't make sense to be emo. For me anyway.
And begin. For one, school is out. The summer I've been waiting for forever is finally here. Well, not quite the summer I have been waiting for, but the summer the same. I think I'll pass everything that matters. and if I dont pass what doesn't matter, who cares? Should the credits make me care? It's just another course I don't really need. Why do I even take those? To increase my knowledge. You don't need to pass the course to prove you've learned something. My head is now full of crap I'll never need that it would never have been filled with if it hadn't been taken. All and all, it's over. No more full the whole summer. Let's me do nothing. Or everything.
I aquired the new underoath cd today. It's interesting. Different. I like it. So far. I've come into some mioney recently so I can get the music and crap I want now.
So, I talked with this guy named Jim Atwood, the representative of the precious jewels ministries, that Michael and I were to attend in the Philippines in August. They were having an issue letting me on, Because I'm a minor. Whatever. God will let me go. They resolved their issue. They decided to stick to the policy. So I decided I don't fancy policies too much. They said I can't go yet, but come next year. What they don't understand is that there is no point for me to go next year. I'm not going there alone. And I didn't think Michael should have either. So I would go with him. I would get a job and work saturdays and skip out on anything so that I could go along. I would give August away, and spent more money than I've ever possessed in my life. But they said no. Now what?
Suddenly everything is different. The August I've kept clear is empty. I will soon have more money than I know what to do with. And Michael will be gone from August til forever. Not forever, but he goes to school in September. Sure, I guess there are good things about not going. But I'd rather go.

I don't like being emo. No fun at all.

Of Leadership (and such things)

2006-06-11T23:00:00.000-07:00

I haven't spewed my thoughts for you for a time now, so here you go. I guess I'll go in reverse chronological order, just for kicks. And because it sorta makes sense on my side. So I think I might be starting to slow down. Maybe it was just a fluky weekend/week and I don't supposed I can measure by that, but this is something I told myself a couple years ago that I wouldn't do. I wouldn't slow down when I got older. I could be as I was. Forever. And now I might be going where I said I wouldn't. Guess I missed Neverland. But maybe not. We will just have to wait and see.
So there was a leadership meeting tonight, and it was to build leaders. Well, somewhat. To bring increased knowledge of what it is to be a leader. There were many words said. And character came up in the form of 'If I have to give up enough stuff so that my very character is watered down, am I really becoming a leader, or just a puppet of the people who wanted me like that'? Actually, I don't think it was anything like that at all. Okay okay, we shall work this through and figure it out. The phrase 'If you have a problem giving it up, then you have a problem' came up. This came from why we don't do things, and why we do things. Everything we do has reason, and that reason contributes to determining character. Come to think of it, the guys hub at historymaker was all about character. If we have to give up too much stuff to become a leader, so much that we aren't the people we were before, is that really what we are supposed to do? Sure, sometimes it builds character, but you are a leader because of who you are. You shouldn't have to change too much. Discretion is a good word. I don't know if that made any sense.
Once I was at Nanoose, and I think it was a retreat. It was just after one of the talks or sermons or whatever you want to call them, and Rob and I were just chilling in the seats. Rob likes to figure things out, to understand how they work, to analyze things. That's one of the things I admire about him. He was trying to figure out what kind of leader I am. At least, I think he was. He told me when he got an answer too. I guess it's pretty darn hard to figure yourself out. You don't really notice or pay attention to what you do. Well, I don't. Maybe that's a bad thing. Anyways. I've heard a couple sets of types of leaders. One was from Rob at this timeish. Unfortunately, I don't reallt remeber all of it. And the other was from Reid, who currently has some pretty good blog entries pertaining either directly or indirectly to leadership. Heroes are leaders in my mind. Even if they aren't a proclaimed hero until their death, the legacy left behind can be followed. So, what types of leaders can you think of?
And for all those who care where I'm going in the summer, Philippines stuff came quick. To be honest, I hadn't really done anything about it, it was all the marvelous Michael Cronk. But stuff is starting to happen. I sent most of the application off. Cronk has had a couple talks with the Precious Jewels Ministries branch in Victoria. We have the plane tickets availible and the money to pay for them(darn pricy), and he has an upcoming interview. All sounds good right? But they don't allow mnors. And according to age, I am a minor. But they might still let me go. That's one of the biggest things we are waiting on. Thing is, we might lose the opportunity to aquire these cheaper (but still expensive) plane tickets if we wait too long, so we are getting them now. I still don't know if they will let me go. But if I start worrying about that now with one week of school left and all courses demanding more work in(yay) I don't think I'd make it. Well, I guess there is only a week left. If you're running out of things to pray for, Pray that I'd get in so I can go with Michael. And maybe some money. Tickets have rendered me completely broke. Sucked dry.
Well, if any of you have the sudden urge to be a geek and play some starcraft, lemme know. The people on there are jerks for the most part, and I don't want to play with them anymore.

Oh and Reid, the test thinger is hardcopy, So I don't think I can send it through Internet easily.

Personality Test...

2006-06-07T01:00:00.000-07:00

Today I took a test that was worth 500$. Yup. Yesterday actually, because the time says that today is tomorrow and stop writing and go to bed. But I don't listen to time well. Mostly I try to do the opposite. Anyways, this test was meant to reveal something about yourself you may or may not have known before. It helps determine jobs that you would like, because it basically lays out your personality. Of course, some skeptism is neccessary, because if you believed every test about personality you took, where would you be now? Plus, results can be directed if the question makes it obvious about what it is determining. Or if it tells you. Anyway...

There were four letters on this test. No there weren't. There were eight. But you end up with a four letter result. the first letters are E and I, stating whether you are Extroverted or introverted. Extraverted is people oriented; The extraverted person draws energy from being with people. They feel drained and lonely when by themselves. The Introverted person is the exact opposite. I got an E, which I figured, but it was closer to I then I thought it would be.
The next letter set were S and N, for Sensation and Intuition. Sensation is all about the immediate, the now, the real. The practical facts of experience and life. More solid, 'I can see and touch it' stuff. Intuition is more the possibilities, relationships and meanings of experiences. What could be? What would that mean if it did happen? That's what they think of more. Sensation says there is a cube. And that is all it is. Intuition says there's a cube, but we could make it a box, or a tower, or a castle. Or more cubes. I got the N on this one. Not sure why, but okay.
The continuing is T and F-NOT true and false but thinking and feeling. Thinking encompasses being objective, impersonal, considers causes of events, and where a decision may lead. The pros and cons. When they do stuff, they know what they are doing, and won't get stuck halfway. Nothing irrational. If someone ran over your pigeon on purpose, and then you saw there plytapus on the road, you wouldn't run it over because it's endangered and wrong to run animals over. Well, it's cruel anyways. Feeling is more subjective, personal, weighing the value of choices and how they matter to others. What were the circumstances? What would I have done? I suppose their titles were almost self explanatory. Thinking is rational, using the head, And Feeling is more heartfelt. More human. But human isn't a great thing, so I don't know if that word even fits there nicely. Weird enough, I got F. For fail. Ha. Just joking. It isn't for fail.
The final set are J and P-Judgement and Perception. Judging is decisive, planned, orderly, aiming for controlled, regulated events. A filing cabinet. Everything has it's place. This goes here and that goes there. Organized applies. It's like an office waiting room, or a rich person's house. Don't touch anything! Perception is more spontaneous, flexibly aiming to understand life and adapt to it. If I needed another analogy I would say a river. No real set course, just makes it's way down the mountain however. Random. Do I even need to tell you what I got on this one? Isn't it obvious?

So yeah, that lead to my letter combination of ENFP. There's papers telling me what that means; papers to tell me who I am based on that test. Oh well. So, if any of you want to take this test, just lemme know. I aquired a copy. Heh heh. Yeah. And if you do take it, remember, it's more like guidelines then actual rules. 1 month till the release of Pirates!!

Heaven on Earth

2006-06-01T22:31:00.000-07:00

It's so easy to comment on other people's blogs, but then it come to mine and I don't know what to say. And then I don't want to comment too much on the others because of some blogging jazz I don't know about. But really, who cares about that? Rules were meant to be broken. Just don't live your life off that idea. Don't let rules scare you. Especially social rules. They don't matter. If they are your friends, they will still be your friends. Who cares if you slurp or snort or get easily distracted? That doesn't really matter. So these will be my thoughts that hopefully won't be sanitized because they are something that is offensive and make me hated among all. Because it simply doesn't matter.

Some of us went down to see a movie in Victoria, but we were about an hour early, so we went to the mall. Mastered going up the down escalator. Vice versa is a bit more tricky. Played with some geek toys. Searched for Batman comics. And I saw a guy who I kind of know. He's in a couple of my classes. And if I could only get to know one new person well this year, I think it would be him. He is soo funny and quirky and it's pretty amazing in my mind. So that made me pretty happy.

But what really got more excited was a preview. For a sequel to one of the best movies ever. July 7th my friends. Then we can begin the search for the dead man's chest. Then we became immersed in the world of Marvel. It's pretty crazy there. Sometimes, after watching movies I've already seen, it feels like I've already done the stuff that I do after the movie. I guess maybe it's just so good that it captures my mind, and I sort of know what's coming, to it translates into real life afterwards for a minute or two. It wasn't like that after this movie. I hadn't seen this one before. This one just made me feel like I was invincible and could do anything. Not like anything anything, just stuff that I've wanted to do for a while, but haven't because I don't know how or I want to avoid awkwardness. Like getting to know that guy I mentioned before.

And more to look forward to, for me at least, starts right before Nanoose Bay Camp, and ends shortly after Nanoose's beginning. Some Lutheran conference in Alberta. I don't really care about the thing. It's more about the people who will be there. I haven't seen them for over two years now. Over one year at least. They are probably the reason why I think Pirates of the Caribbean was so great, And pretty much why I started playing bass. Definitely among the coolest kids I know, but they live of in Mill Bay and Surrey, so I never see them. Maybe I should just take small trips places, to see the friends of mine that reside not on the island but in B.C., just out of reach. Or learn to drive and go up-island for some of those kids. Guess there just isn't much reason for them all to come to Sidney.

Maybe I shouldn't stay in Sidney then. I can do pretty much anything, and I have one year to decide. Maybe I'll decide to chill around here more, but eventually I'll decide to leave. Well, actually, I've already decided that that is going to happen someday. One day I'll just leave for somewhere. Mostly what stops me is 'where would I go'. Well, I'm guessing that's what will stop me once I'm out of school, which is what's stopping me now. Or maybe I don't really want to go. That thing about having friends is there will always be goodbyes. The more friends, the more goodbyes. A comfort of being a Christian and having Christian friends is knowing that one day you will find them all again. That goodbye doesn't have to be forever. For all I know, there are people out there who I consider friends, who I will never see again. On earth anyways. But one day, we will meet again and prolly have some lame small talk conversation. That's okay though, because all conversations start somewhere. Heaven will be pretty grand. Sad thing about earth is that you'll never know when the last goodbye is. Maybe that's okay. Just wait till the reunion then.

Until then, we can make a heaven on earth.

Speaking of which...

2006-05-28T09:42:00.000-07:00

Sometimes thoughts are hard to write down. Or even to put into words. That's one of the reasons why social skills will never succumb to the digital wave. There is only so much that say be written. And even then, it's impossible to tell what was actually meant sometimes. It all becomes open to interpretation. No inflections in voice or body language or expression to aid understanding.

And then of course, there is the government acquired 'schooling'. I was talking with Reid yesterday, and he thinks the point of school isn't education. As Mark Twain once said 'I will never let schooling interfere with my education'. But it is for social development. To make friends and meet all sorts of people. Because they are all forced into going to the same thing to get the same stuff.

Maybe I just don't have any thoughts for you anymore. Maybe my life stopped entertaining me, so I can't reiterate it to fill your time. Maybe in three weeks, when school is done, things will become more exciting.

I saw a sign this morning (and pretty much every morning) and it said 'Welsh parking only. All others will be dragoned away' I thought it was a pretty cool sign. Mostly cuz it had something to do with dragons. Breath of fire. Now that was a quality game. And there are about four of them too. You run around as this kid (Ryuu, which, funny enough, means 'dragon' in Japanese. Wonder where the game was made...) and meet other people who also wish to uphold your cause. Like most RPGs. But this kid you are turns into a dragon!! Pretty sweet huh? Well, I thought so. Haven't played those games in forever. Good old role playing games, Where you can lock yourself in our room for a couple days and enter a completely different world, where anything could happen the first time. After that, it gets kind of repetitive.

But, soon Nintendo's new system, the WII(whee, this name sucks!), or better named, the revolution comes out. That should be amazing fun. Because with new systems come new games and more good times. Really. Those of you who don't like video games because you can't play at the same level as everyone else...Try again. New system, so everyone is pretty much a newbie. Why not start then?

Of course, I don't know when it comes out. For that stuff, ask Graham. It could be another year for all I know. But I can wait. Mostly because I have no other choice. But I can. Ok. Time to go.

Week of life

2006-05-18T23:10:00.000-07:00

I'd like to welcome Reid and Jon to the blogging world. (YAY YAY)<---that's you guys cheering. So, I highly recommend checking them out. Jon is a rower (that pretty much describes awesomeness) who is reall funny and pretty smart too. And Reid obtain the nickname of awesome, so what does that say? He is one of the coolest guys I know, and his veiws are worth checking out. So, before continueing here, check out the aforementioned blogs of these two excellent men. Thank you.

Now that you have gone and read those blogs, I can bore you to death with what I did during the week of my birth celebration. Yup, I'm older now. So, Monday was hideous. Awoken at 2:30 to deliver papers (the joys of being a paper boy!), followed by airport at 4 to send off an amazing girl who is off to Kenya for 7 weeks or so. Then, I cam home and was a nerd for a while. Yeah, I should have slept, but who always does what they should do? Then off to school. School isn't that bad anymore. Things don't matter when you don't care anymore. The first two classes I nearly fall asleep about ten times each, and prolly did a few times. Oops. Then at lunch I go lie in the sun the whole time. It's great. Anyway, afterschool I went to a band thing, which means I walked around the track about ten times with a bass drum attached to my belly. Impossible to see children past that mass. Then off to prepare for Mcdonalds. Yay! It isn't too bad once I get there. Slow, but not bad. The worst thing is it inhibits the possible chilling time with friends. This shift wasn't so bad though, cuz I worked drive through and saw so many people I know. It was fun. My family came and brought me a cake. At work. While I was working. But it worked out. Asleep by one...almost made the 24 hour mark...

Tuesday...well, Kyle and I decided we hadn't had a good Heroes of Might and Magic game in a long time. So we went to his place and did that, listening to abba the whole time. Just like old times...He had blue koolaid, pretty much the best stuff ever, so I had a couple cups. But about halfway through the second cup, I forgot how much I had drunk, and it camoflaged so nicely with the cup...
Anyway, after that I watched an episode of an anime he had gotten into. It's called 'Initial D'(in-i-cial Dee) and It's about street car racing. I only saw the first episode, but crap those japanese can make things so that they draw you in.

So wednesday, afterschool I went back to Kyle's to watch a few more. Rediculous animes. Glad I don't have to wait a week for them. Nothing really happened in half the episodes I saw, just character crap. And the outcome becomes so predictable. Like the peasants quest game from home star runner. Not to spoil it, the ending is original, compared to most usual endings. But it was made by original people. What else would you expect? From Kyle's to Joshua's where we travelled to the beach. Who goes to a beach and doesn't swim? Well, certain circumstances allow for not swimming, but this one didnt really. Bunch of lazies. Oh well. Then we went back to the crevice (NOT crevace) and they brought a suprise cake up. Yay Werner, you're making everyone eat cake! It wasn't too bad. Fun, as they say.

Then to today. Neutral zone was a water fight. Yay! But you want to know something more fun? I recieved my first gift that wasn't a card or a cake. It's pretty snazy. My mother decided that she wanted to get me a cell phone, so she did. so know I can be a menace not only while I am at a residence, but anywhere and at anytime. Dun dun dun.

Alright, one last thing before we wrap this up. The last week of July, there is a road trip planned for the week. We need one more person to come along. We'll be buying some bulk food before we go I think, and camping while we are there. If you can come, or would like to know more, preferably both, then lemme know.

'I fear that I am just a man...'

Children

2006-05-10T22:42:00.000-07:00

Guess what I did? Okay, well, tonight we went over to Sarah's for a movie. But the movie wasn't the great part. She began speaking in child, you know, like infancy speech. And naturally you kinda wanna join in. That was the great part. Children are so energetic, and when you act like a child, not acting childish, but trying to be a five year oldish, it seems to rub off. We just don't get excited like we did when we were children. Sure, we can add and subtract and multiply and spell and speak with sophistication and plan our own stuff and have relationships...well maybe, but we lose innocence to get there. I mean, sure, we aren't born innocent because we screwed up way back when, but as we age we become more and more guilty. And it starts to show in life. Kids will talk turkey, holding almost nothing back. If they think they can trust you, and they know you, you can have the most real, honest, and ridiculous conversations you've ever had. In acting, we auditioned for a play. Everyone will get in, but whether everyone will get what they want is entirely different. One of the two plays though is about friends, and it sparatically follows them through life. Childhood and adulthood and all the places in between. Not in order. It jumps around a lot. But it still covers. You find so much out about the characters in the scenes where they are younger. Children. Real. Before they become socially savvy. Before they know what's 'acceptable'. I'd think I'd rather be a child then the age I am now. But I've already been there. It's done. What am I going to be like when I'm 25? 'Oh man, I wish I were 16 again'. Silly cycles. But that's how life works, right? That's why history is doomed to repeat itself. Until someone breaks the cycle. God breaks the cycle. Once upon a time, we were stuck like a stick in mud, or a hot dog in a pot, in a cycle that sucked horribly and was inescapable to us. We were told jhow to stop it for a bit, but it always came back. Sin was unavoidable. Sin, sacrifice, sanitized. Over and over again. God thought, 'Well, I really love these people, but I cannot be unjust in their favour, because then I wouldn't be me. That would be as though the earth's gravity suddenly reversed, sending everything away from it into space. I cannot do that.' Then Jesus said,' Hey dad, if those animals that they sacrifice can take away one sin, then a perfect sacrifice could make them good again. Forever, right?' So that's what they did, and forever broke that cycle. It's going to break again. God will come back to earth, and everything will change so that nothing will be like it is now, just as nothing is as it was then. It will be fun. I hear when this next day comes, it will be a day of dread and of fear. Like a stew on a slow cooker, his wrath will be ready to unleash. It is kinda scary. So, when that comes, I wanna be something he likes. A lot. When he was physically here, he loved the children. Why did he love the children? Go play with one. Build a sand castle or look at the boats. You'll see. I wanna be like that. Innocent. Real. Energetic. Unafraid. This movie night made my day. It was a good movie, but as you know, that wasn't why. I was reminded of what it was like to be a child. It's refreshing. Especially when I know that I'm God's child. So if I'll always be God's child, why try to be more? I like it here. I want to be a better child. 'God's foolishness is wiser than man's greatest wisdom'. Maybe some see children as foolish. Maybe they are the smartest ones of our time.

Life

2006-05-07T21:09:00.000-07:00

Why do so many things seem to happen at the same time? Why does everything have to happen in cycles? Is it just that we aren't tuned in most of the time, and when we come back we realize that we need to catch up on all the crap we missed? Are some things just not 'loud' enough, until they all pile on top of each other til we notice? Maybe it all just seems as though this is how it works, when really it doesn't work this way at all. But does that matter? Don't the way things seem take and fill our mind, creating a psuedoreality?

Just a few days ago, A student who attended my school died. It wasn't her fault or anything. Death doesn't hurt the person who has died, only those who are still here. So now the school will mourn for her. They will try to do something to make it up to her family. That isn't a bad thing. If I died, I'd want someone to help along those who cared that I wasn't around anymore. When I learned of what had happened, it was in acting class. You cannot continue that class after that sort of news. So we didn't. Seeing as I was suddenly free for a while, I decided to go contemplate the whole thing of life and death. And take a nap in the sun.

Is death really that different from life? I know they are painted as opposites, but we don't really know much about death. We can only see it from the life side. If someone goes through a door, and all you can do is watch them go, you can still only see the side of the door you started on. How could you know what is on the other side? Once, my crazy japanese teacher told a story of what one student said to him that he would never forget, and now neither will I. Kind of randomly, he spoke of near death experiences, and how some see a light at the end of the tunnel. He said something comparing that experience to being born. When you're born, you go through the birth canal and emerge into things that you've never seen before. My teacher thought that was something worth remembering. And I thought it was kind of cool.

I read a book once that said however we lived on earth, death would be a would be a continuation of that. If we live in the light, death would be an extension of that. If we live in the dark, death would also reflect that. This book also said that the way we live should bring heaven to earth. So when we die, where we go reflects how we live. According to that book. Written by a man who hasn't died, and doesn't know what is over there. But that is all we have. We don't have many descriptions from those who have been to the other side, and those that we do have aren't plentiful. They focused more on the life that we live now. Maybe then how we live now matters more than what happens then?

Then how are we supposed to live? There isn't a manual saying what to do. Well, okay, maybe there is, but it attains levels of life that seem impossible to achieve. At least in one go. Maybe that's where Christianity comes in, with a saviour to make that impossible life possible.

Life is not a science. Life will never have a step by step guide that holds any credibility. There is no way we can discover every little thing there is to know about it. Why is death so central to life, it's opposite? Understanding might not be something we are supposed to reach, but the questions and the journey are important. Technically, way back in the day, The desire for knowledge and understanding led to death. I don't even know how that works. What does that mean the present day? Does it even mean anything? How then should we live?

Shortcut

2006-05-01T21:44:00.000-07:00

T'was an interesting Monday one must say. I'm not sure I liked it much, but it was interesting. It felt like I zombied through the day. Meanwhile, crappy systems of life urge me to subscribe. Just because everyone else does doesn't make it a better system. Let's skip the boring parts and get to the part where Jon and I accidentally climbed a mountain.

It was a beautiful day outside, and enjoyed by most. Upon invitation, some of us went over to the infamous Michael Cronk's place to make music. But first, we created a game that uses only crazy dice, and ate macaroni. Then we made music. We destroyed and remade the band in about a minute from silliness. One day we shall master screamo. One day...

Then it became the hour of 7. Hoping to cause change and impact maybe, we decided it would be an idea to head to Sarah's for her spy cell. More truthfully, we kinda wanted to see how Laura led. So, I convinced Jon that we should walk there, because a nice walk would be great. Yup. Jon had his guitar and amp crap with him though, so we had to carry that. Arriving at the top of his street, we figured that a shortcut would be in order, so we took one. Just up and over the hill. Cresswell. But then Cresswell ended, and the street we arrived at didn't have a sign stating the name. Being kinda lost but still trying to make a head map, I logiced that uphill was a good way to go. So we walked. We saw Fluffy from a distance. I don't know if the dog's name was actually Fluffy, but he heard us. Pets around there fear us. Muaha.

Walking up this dasterdly long hill for quite some time, we finally find another intersection. This one has more street signs. Yes. Checkin' it out. It said 'Forest Park Dr.' At which I respond, 'Hey, Sarah lives off Forest Park Drive'.

This is one of those moments where you realize something at the same time as everyone else around you. Even if there is only one other person. We realized that we had been going the wrong way the whole time. We went to pretty much the end of Dean Park. And then we found this, so turned around and went back to where uphill sounded like a good idea. One minute after going the other way from that intersection, we saw the street we were looking for.

So really, it would have been an excellent shortcut. Amazing really. But we went the wrong way...hahahahaha. We climbed a mountain. Muahahaha. Ahem so yeah. That kind of tires a guy out a bit, And to be honest I think my balance is sketching out a bit.

Oh Cresswell.....

Crash

2006-04-29T12:26:00.000-07:00

Those kinder suprise things aren't have bad eh? We got one a while ago, and put it together, and it's a little shark. You can make it close and open it's mouth. I think it's pretty cool anyway. It hasn't swam away yet, which is probably one of the reasons I think it is cool. Yup.

Story time! It all started back last Sunday. Nope, it started a long time before that, when we first planned to throw a party for the youth on April the twenty eighth. Letting it slide throughout the month, we needed to make sure everything was still good on this last Sunday. Half the leadership at that meeting couldn't come, or would be late. Sweet. Reid and I decided to try to make it fly like a kite, at least the people part of it. Others dealt with decorations and such.

The day of Friday came at last. I was pretty stoked, cuz I knew it was gonna be a party, and it's the weekend, and that's about all that I needed. The best thing about this party thing was we kept it a secret. Nobody knew. Not even the sound guys. After hanging out with Jon all day, we went to the church...to discover that the sound guys still thought we were doing stuff we would have normally done on a normal Friday. Worship and such. To make this part better, that Andrew guy, you know, the one taking leadership of the youth group, he came, and the sound guys told him there was no worship team. So they are all stressed. I think it's kind of funny. We pull together anyone who walks in the doors to be our worship team. It was quite weird.

We pulled out announcements and such, and then Sarah implemented a genius idea to get everyone downstairs. But it didn't quite work. But eventually we got everyone downstairs. And the stress left. I think it went pretty well after this point. I mean, what a great way to started bonding with the guy who will be taking over, right? And his wife. Who can't have chocolate until she isn't pregnant anymore. Great fun.

Some of us headed over to the crevice afterwards, and that was fun. Kyle and my brother Matthew were to be arriving later.

Just then, disaster struck.

My brother arrives at last. He got a ride with someone elses parents from where Kyle's driving fast at night didn't turn out so well. He crashed into a tree. The rear of the car just kinda slid around and smacked the tree good. The car isn't drivable anymore. The tree hit the car in the rear passenger side, and that's where my brother sat. But he said he was okay.

But he isn't really. It did stuff to his neck and leg and such. Just this morning he realized that he hit his head too. Why did it take so long? I'm thinking it may be similair to when you go on a polar bear swim, come out, then don't realize where you're hurt for a while. Shock and such. He is now skteched out in cars...sorta. More jumpy anyway. And the driver, Kyle, doesn't feel like driving anymore. At all. There might have been another person in the car too, but I'm not sure. Nobody was physically hurt in a way as to die, but the crash messed with their minds a bit.

That's the 'new and exciting' stuff. Not very fun though. Kind of creepy.

Chapter 2

2006-04-23T22:46:00.000-07:00

I didn't know I had created soo many posts... Sorry? Or maybe not. I get excited when I find people updated their stuff, and the more posts there are, the more things are updated. But maybe the posts aren't worth reading. Gasp, why did I say that? Some of mine prolly aren't worth it. Especially for their length. But I don't think I've read one post so far that I regret reading. Every blog is different, talking about different things, or maybe the same things, in different ways. People have thoughts that they want out there. Or maybe they jus want everyone to share in the joy or pain or plainess of their day. There are crazy reasons for blogs out there.

Alright, so guess what book I aquired today? And you have to guess before you read much more, k? So, to fill this space before providing the answer, Today I was at Mike's for a bit. Just a short while before I had one of the most real conversations I've had recently. Real conversations don't come up around Werner much. Prolly cuz he doesn't know much how to deal with them. And maybe he's a tad off the deep end. Anyway, we enjoyed deep fried fries while pwning computers who don't know the art of Mario Kart. We unlocked it all. Everything. Hmm...Now what?

The book is called Velvet Elvis. By that Rob Bell guy. A while ago Graham was advertising it (man, I don't think I'd know anything current if it weren't for you. Thanks) so I went to the church library to get one. But it wasn't there. But today the librarian was like,'Hey, you wanted that book before, right?' So I got it. Woot woot. So far, I don't know much about it, but it seems to be this guys thoughts on christianity. If someone painted a painting, and it schooled all other paintings, the painter of the painting cannot tell all painters everywhere that they can no longer paint. Painting is not for he sake of creating the best picture ever. That's about as far as I got. Woot, first page.

So, my weekend was a beach party plus. Yesterday, We built an amazing fort, waded out to an island, and such...Some went garage sailing while I worked. Okay. Then today we went back to the fort of ship likeness, went swimming, almost dragged someone in who didn't want to go swimming in the ocean voluntarily, however she seemed to want to be forced to. Weird. And don't throw rocks at people. It doesn't make them happy.

Enjoying all this crazy beautiful weather has fully detered me from school mindset; something I'll need to make the teachers happy. I don't think I can go back and just settle into the routine again. Of course, that's what I think after every summer, when school comes in right after. Is it possible that a whole summer experience had just been encapsulated in one weekend? Maybe a normal one. But it doesn't look like I will be having a normal summer for a while.

Is it worth coming back to earth? There won't be crazy partying this next weekend as there was this one because of the main party bringer, whether he will admit it or not, will be attending his sister's graduation in Abbotsford. Looking ahead is hard though. You don't know what will happen. Except for small major things. That might not make sense, but it does. Like, some of my friend's leave for school in September. Alright, that is small now, but once it happens. It'll be like changing planets. I might be in a foreign country for about a month in the summer, but once summer is over and this new normalcy begins to set itself in place, It'll be more foreign than anywhere else I can go. That's my looking ahead right now. Pretty sweet eh? But so many amazing things are happening before that happens, so I don't want to look ahead, I just want to soak in the stuff that's happening now, like sun rays that burn your face, and enjoy it.

Gardening

2006-04-19T17:02:00.000-07:00

So, today I had to mow my lawn. It's mine cuz my parents made me mow it. One day this whole house will be mine, and then it will be amazing. But right now, we'll deal with the lawn. I had to mow it yesterday too. Yeah, silly eh? Yesterday I mowed the grass outside the fence, and today was inside. And, mowing isn't as easy as for regular houses. We here live on a corner house. Yeah. That should give you a clue of how weird and cool my family is. Except for the dog.

But to get to my point, we used to have a strawberry patch. It made us strawberries in the summer, and they were delicious. We also used to have tomato plants. And a sandbox. And a decent swingset. Yup, when I was young, my backyard was pretty much amazing. You know what else there used to be? One of those plants that have the little fluffies on top. There are a whole bunch coming out of one plant, and you can break one off and use them for sword fights or...dusting...things...Do you know what I'm talking about? The stems could hurt your hands if you grabbed it wrong. Anyway, that plant got destroyed, probably to stop us from playing with it. We also had a fir tree right where the strawberry patch used to be. That's why the fir tree is gone. It made room for the strawberry patch. We also aquired a couple plum trees. They didn't turn out so well. And we have five apple trees, and one pear tree. And this thing that has about a million flowers, and even more bees.

So, maybe you can see that mowing the inside might have a million and two obstacles and such things to avoid. I decided to try under the trees first, cuz it's pretty tough under there. Heck, it's pretty tough anywhere...the grass ain't been cut for a while. So, I got up to where the patch of ground is that produced the beautiful strawberries. It doesn't anymore, but even so, when I looked, I had to go try to salvage the wreck. Back a ways, I used to help a guy named Mike Davis weed the church I used to go to's garden. It was sorta silly, cuz the pastor who was there before the pastor who got kicked out wanted the church expanded and such, and I think his wife wanted the garden and such, so expansion happened and a garden was built, and then they left.
It's silly cuz people are needed to tend gardens. And, fittingly enough, these people are called gardeners. They make plants look pretty. And everybody likes to look at pretty things.

I'm not a gardener though. All I was told was how to rip out the bad things. There are these tiny plants that Grow little white things at the top, prolly spores, and then they shoot away and make more. These were the main focus, so whenever I see them anywhere, then I really really really want to rip them out. They're bad and aren't supposed to be there...

Anyways, that majorly distracted me for a while. And, the lawn mower ran out of gas or something, and I couldn't find more, so the lawn is currently a wreck, kind of like how a five year old looks after they have just given themselves their first haircut done all by themselves. Unfinished.

There's lots of references to a gardener in a book that I read pretty frequently. It says we are vines, and some wise being who knows what he is doing is the gardener. A pretty good one at that. I'm sure all those mentionings of such things would make a lot more sense once these intracacies of the art are better understood, Wouldn't you say?

Everybody likes to look at pretty things.

Living Different?

2006-04-12T22:27:00.000-07:00

Anonymous, I think I know who you are.

DEFEATED

Alright, now that we have this settled, You can come back and hear my stories. Like what happened today. I think the teacher that has been giving me the most homework (which I have an inability to do. Once I arrive at my house, or even just leave the school, garanteed nothing will get done on it. Affects the marks a tad.) has agreed to a deal where homework won't be relevent anymore. This will greatly reduce the amount of homework I will have in the future. This doesn't mean more free time really, because homework never really stopped me before, just better crap that says I pass.

Assigning lots of work to take home isn't teaching the student much, in my opinion. Good work habit skills. But I'm pretty sure if I don't have them by now, It will be an excrutiating amount of work to gain them. Not worth it. Now, if that's all homework REALLY teaches, And if it's too late to really force someone to learn the habits of work now, why are a million homework assignments assigned? It causes more work for the student and the teacher. And marks are what they attached to it to force us to complete it. Really, I think the whole system is silly. I want to learn, not to prove I can work. There are better ways for that.

Now I just have to do the million things that I haven't done yet for that establishment of 'education'. Sweet.

But it's all good. Cuz Easter is pretty much hear. At youth, we decided to veiw a video about silence, so naturally it is titled noise. Just to throw you off, ya know. And it all ties in with Easter. Silence, reflecting, listening. There are some really good spots around sidney to just go and chill. And, finally discovering an upside to living in a town of seniors on an island they make you pay to get off of, Seniors like peace and quiet. Well, some of them. So, the town caters to that, and therefore we can go almost anywhere. Good places of solitude and such. Some of my friends have shown me their places. At my spy cell, I challenged those who attended to look for a solitary place, somewhere to find God and such, you know? I think so anyways.

And, with Easter comes chocolate, like with Christmas, presents, and with Halloween, candy. Our 'holidays' become commercials. Great. How about we don't celebrate how the commercial says we should.

Everyday that passes brings us one step closer to the end of the world. Why should a single day then be wasted? And what can be done to not waste days? I don't know. It's easier to change with the change, if that makes sense.

Vheissu

2006-04-10T16:02:00.000-07:00

My good buddy Jon Leubert(say it 'Lou Bear) lent me a cd of a band that I sort of knew of. Just to keep you in suspense, I won't tell you what the band is. But I like it. Nice blend of sounds and noise and such. The title might give you a hint.

So I've wanted you get my thoughts down pretty much all weekend, but there was never anytime. And, as it always is, once you finally get to where you can put them down, they flee like rabbits, holding their little white tails high over their heads, mooning you as they scurry away. Oh, to be a rabbit.

Do all you remember that little board game called settlers? Well, it gets more complicated. One of my friends turned old, so people gave him presents to make him feel better. Particularily, an addition to settlers that deals with something that pertains to knights. You thought the original settlers was crazy? Oh man, they add three more resources, calling them commoditties. Pretty much upgraded resources, used for upgrading a whole new unheard of set of things. Aquisition of these commodities is through cities. Remember how a city got you two resources? Well, brick and wheat still work that way, but for the other three, you get one of the resource and one of the commodity. And there's more, but as long as you can play settlers, you should be good at the rest. Explains why I failed....

Alright, a few weeks ago I went to this men's breakfast at the church (and let me tell you, These guys know how to eat! Eggs and sausage and pancakes and poridge and such. Where does poridge come from anyway?) Oh and it was April fools day, because they put sausages in the poridge. Don't think I'm spelling that right. Oh well. Anyway, there was this guy talking from a tv(he was recorded from a promise keepers thing from a long time ago) and he said lots of cool stuff, but the one thing I remember was that he said something to the sounding like 'it only takes one man to start a revival'. And if we want to go with this stupid political correctness, one woman would do too. But that was implied wasn't it? Yeah, so that gives each and every person a higher thing. I don't want to say calling, because I don't think that is what it is. But it made me think that if any one of us can start crazy world changing things just by living for God...

Let's go back a little. David- Shepard boy. Youngest of 7 or something crazy like that. Became one of the most renowned kings of all time. Moses- Just some lucky guy really, who God set aside. So that's a tad different, but he still lived for God. His face came to shine with a brilliance that was not his own. Or how about Elijah? He did amazing things, but was it his fault? What did he do some that those became done? Elisha too. So he had a double portion of the same spirit, but still. And then, we get to a different type of astounding life style with Hezekiah and Josiah. Did not all of these people change the times around them? Yet, it was hardly them.

How did they then life to become like that, because that's where I'd want to be. I found something else pretty cool...At least, it adds to the changing mind...

"Jabez was more honorable than his brothers. His mother had named him Jabez, saying, "I gave birth to him in pain." Jabez cried out to the God of Israel, "Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain." And God granted his request. "
1 Chronicles 4:9-10

It almost seemed to not belong. I don't know what the prayer rules are, but this one didn't seem to match up to what I thought they were. Shows how little I know. But it allgoes together somehow. I want to be someone whose life does more than just come and go. Maybe I'm not a leader in the way some others are. Another reason I miss Rob a tad, is because we had some really good talks. Maybe they weren't very often, but when they came...He likes to analyze things. To figure them out. I don't care so much. But even if I did, it's still hard to look into a mirror and figure out what's looking back at you. He helped me figure out how I work a little. And that probably contribute to figuring out what that guy is the miror is supposed to be. Now, I know what I want him to be. But nobody ever changed anything by living their own lives. Not really true, but do you get what I'm trying to say?

I know someone who can do it better, but where to go so he can have the controls? One step at a time though. If change happened too fast, nobody would know which way was up.

World Savers

2006-04-06T22:02:00.000-07:00

Do you know who I've been missing more and more recently? Maybe it's silly, but I miss Rob. I mean, I thought I only missed his humour. You have to admit, for a youth pastor, he's pretty funny. But...okay, there was neutral zone today. Lots and lots (well, not really, but having them under your gaurdianship makes them LOTS) of preteen children, mostly guys. Hard to get them to focus on stuff. Now, remembering back to back in the day, somehow Rob managed to get most of the kids focused. There was an energy that radiated that I really don't know how to recreate. It's still good though. Still lacking leaders. Still 'normal'. Is that good?

And while that's normal, everything is still changing. Maybe it doesn't seem as obvious anymore because we've been in transition for a while now, but things are still warping out of shape into a new one, just a puddle of gray till we discover what we're going to be. And I don't think we're even halfway through this transition. Alright, so Andrew will come, and that will be fun, but the change won't be over. He will be with a new child in the summer-something different. Then in September we lose youth, simply because they grow up and go to school and such. Minimum of two, prolly more- something different (well, actually it's relatively normal, but I know some of the people leaving quite well, and their gonna be gone for a while). But change is good, right? As long as we keep moving forward.

Now, don't get me wrong change. Change is great. Hard sometimes, but if you don't persevere through the difficult, then forward movement will not exist. If we weren't around to carry on through the transitional phase, then we would not know where our youth group was anymore. It isn't the same as it was six months ago. I don't know if that means we've moved more forward or more backward, or stay at the same level, just a different style at that level if that makes sense, but it is different. Not being present through the transformation would leave a person feeling out of the loop, you know, slightly seperated. I guess I'm happy to go through this part of the youth group's life, so that the rest will make sense. At least we didn't lose any momentum.

So yeah, in a desperate attempt (well, not so desperate. I'm just trying to make a segway) to spend time with one of these kids who are leaving in September, I shall accompany him on a trip of daring devotion and humane humanity(just loving using lots of weird words...). Most likely to the Phillipines in the summer to help them out over there. It's kind of a homemade mission. Just two guys going off to save the world. Now, as known by all who have participated in a trip with a mission, you would know it is costly and such. I don't want to ask for your money though. Just lend me your prayers for a time, for direction and finance and such (Michael Cronk too. He pretty much saved my life).

One more thing before I wrap it up. My mother decided that I don't respect her and my father enough, so in an attempt to increase my respect for them, they used methods that I did not (and do not) entirely approve of. And when I say entirely, I mean not at all. But, it did get my attention. Things that aren't the most pleasing tend to do that for me. Anyway, I finally got her to define 'respect', or at least find something else to define it for her. And it's pretty long. I haven't completed the reading of it yet, however...it seems as though it may be worth it.

http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/respect/#1

If you wish to learn stuff about it, there you go.

Now I'm off to save the world that is near.

Josiah's Journey

2006-04-03T16:29:00.000-07:00

Okay, I'm sort of carrying on the story, cuz it stays decent for some time. And cuz I misidentified the prophet guy. They called him Isiah son of Goaz I think. I also think I forgot how to spell.

So, finishing up Hez's life, he had some babylonian visitors who he thought he'd give the grand tour to. So he did. They left, and all was well. Or was it? This prophet guy asks Hez' Who were they?' "Visitors from the distant land of Babylon" 'What did you show them?' "Everything. I showed them everything" 'Well, Many years from now, those people will come and take everything from your country. It'll be pretty bad' But Hez doesn't really mind, Cuz when he is alive, he will be fine, peace times and all. Then he died.

And his son, Manessah (sp?) took over. This guy was pure evil. He redid everything his father undid. And he was reigning for about 55 years too. 55 years of infuriating God. Don't do that. It ain't going to turn out well for you. So God was pretty mad now, and He spoke of how he would make this people of Judah lke those of Israel, who were exiled. So, eventually Ness here dies, and his son takes over.

Two years later he is murdered(this happened a lot with Israel's kings. But the assassinator became king instead of the king's son.) And all the people killed the assassinators, making Josiah, the king's son, into the king. And he was 8 years young. Now, he was doing something with distributing the temple money for repairs and such, something I'm sure another king did before, cuz I remember seeing it, When one of the guys working for Little J found the book of the law. He brought it and read it to our young king, And this distressed our young hero quite a bit. He wept and tore his clothes. Then he sent some people to find out what God was going to do to them, because of all the things that their fathers had done and lead the people to do. And the prophet lady(I think it was a lady) said' God says all this will happen. Judah will be plunged into turmoil, but since you wept and tore your clothes in my presence when you discovered the wrong that had happened, you won't have to see what I will do to these people.' Then Josiah went and pwnd the idols and falseness and everything that the people had been following instead of God. The bronze snake, he destroyed it. He destroyed all the high places, all the asherah poles, all the false prophets, everything dedicated to the false Gods. It was written that he followed the Lord with all his heart and all his soul and with all his strength, just as Moses had commanded. He didn't turn to the right or the left. Quite an amazing kid. He died in a fight with te pharoah of Egypt. And then the kings get bad, and I'm pretty sure God lets Judah become as Israel is. I'll letcha know if there are any other people worthy of mention in this here my blog.

And I'm learning to Drive!! Woot! So if any of you have advice for learning all that cal, leave one here. Greatly appreciated.

When It Rains, It Pours

2006-04-02T22:27:00.000-07:00

Not true around here. Maybe somewhere else where I've been but not here. Here it's just been wet for the past few days.

So, I don't know anything about weather. I could tell you about Mcdonalds.
#1. I'm not the janitor.
#2. I didn't get fired. Not yet anyways.

Apparently these thoughts floated abouts. Don't know how or why, but it doesn't really matter now does it? And I don't want to talk about Mcdonalds anymore.

Let's talk about day light saving time. I was actually really looking forward to this time. Lighter evenings, longer days...So we get a bit screwed up around the beginning. Whatever, it's worth it. But I get up to do papers, and my leg is gimped. It's fine if I stay still, but you've got to walk to do papers. Go to sleep again, and it's fine upon awakening. Now the eyes just hurt. Why? Who knows. But they don't hurt when closed. Then the head. This day was a painful beginning to a day of saving light. We started a drama type dilly today too. That may have been why the head hurts. It's all about Easter and such, with Jesus and Judas and Gaurds and Pilate and Mary and Mary. Not A bad one. Poor Jesus gets hammered with shots from the gaurds though. Filling in for Jesus is kinda tough. Haha, just wait for the real one to come in. Muahaha.

Now, I honestly thought I had more words to say, but they've vanished. And as I look at the clock, It says it is almost ten, but in reality it nears the eleventh hour. Apparently I'm going to fail Socials too. Sweet eh? I love it when the teacher let's you know these things. You know, cuz if they don't, it's not like it's important or anything. Rebelling against the system just isn't working. So I should rest, so at least I'll fail well rested.

But I just remembered a cool story I read the other day, so I have to tell you. Turn with me in your bibles to 2 kings, chapter...I dont know the rest. Somewhere near the end. Right after Israel becomes exiled from their home. There was an interesting thinger right after that too. But I'm trying to get to the reign of King Hezekiah. Or something like that. He was a cool king, In fact, the best one Judah had after they split from Israel. He followed God like David did, and he destroyed the things that lead ythe people astray, the alters on high places and the asherah poles and such. So, the Assyrians Destroyed most of Judah's fortified cities, and then sent some guy named sennacherib to Jerusalem I believe it was, with lots of men. This cherib guy said, 'come with us so we don't have to slaughter you. No one elses gods have saved them, so what makes you think yours can?' But the people stayed quiet, cuz the king told them to. Then the rib man came back again and saaid the same thing pretty much. Both time Hez took the stuff before God, then Elisha came and said 'God heard you, and you'll be fine. Just stick with Him and you'll be fine'. So he stuck. And God killed the assyrians enough to make them go away. Quite the cut too. Almost 200,000 I believe. And Hez lived happily ever after. Til' he got sick. Then Elisha came and was like' Yo man, The Most Holy of the Holies says that you'd better put your place in order, because you ain't gonna recover'. Something like that. Then our pal Hez goes to God saying' Remember me, Remember how I walked with you, Remember how I followed you in everyway'. Then Elisha returns and says' I got another message for ya. God heard your pray and says' You shall recover, for I am adding fifteen more years to your life. You're going to see many things you wouldn't have seen if you died when you would have.' And they're all good things too. That's about as far as I am in the story now. I shall continue it along more tonight. And, if any of you wish to join me in mine and mike's travelling through the Bible in one year type thing, lemme know. You can skip ahead to where we are or something and we'd have a whole group of goodness.

Awesome Possum

Alberni

2006-03-30T21:04:00.000-08:00

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...

2006-03-26T09:49:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-24T14:30:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-23T23:13:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-22T23:40:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-21T20:55:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-19T21:01:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-13T23:07:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-09T21:44:00.000-08:00

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!!!

2006-03-05T23:19:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-03T16:35:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-02T23:18:00.000-08:00

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

2006-03-01T22:35:00.000-08:00

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.

hungry?

2006-02-26T22:32:00.000-08:00

Hello hello hello. This is the day of my recollecting all that has happened for a while without reflection or insight, for those things don't matter, right? Doesn't matter if I choose to do those or not those, for recollecting pretty much IS reflection, and reflect can lead to insight. There will probably be in this what I said there wouldn't be, but because these are my uncensored thoughts. Which begins now.
So, Friday I went up to the 'Live the difference' thing, and it seemed pretty cool. Filled. That's what they said there theme was. Okay. So this weirdo named Steve went up and talked. Spoke? I danno. Anyway, he was pretty funny. Talked of being filled with trust, not skipping the process and such. You know what? I think I'll summarize it for you, because there weren't many people there, and I like summarizing sometimes, like now.
So, he was A-D-D and such, but that's okay. Eventually, he got to his topic. He told how his son had a bed wetting problem, and how they tried to help him overcome this obstacle. Got him a superb toy of sweetness. If you are of that age. With those fancy pull ups with stars on them, they said that if he still had stars on his pull up in the morning, he could have the supreme toy of coolness. But it was quite the work to hold it in for the night for this young child, so he tricked them by changing his pull up, and tey found out, blah blah blah. The story pretty much covers his point. We want things, like money and power and such, but there's a process to get there. You follow it out, and it's better. Jump the gun, it gets complicated and crappy. So why do we jump the gun? Because we're scared it won't be there when we finally get through the process. We don't trust the system. We don't trust the guy up top. We can trust God to do what he said. If we trust him, crappy times may still come, but it'll be better. Follow the process. At least, that's pretty much what he said.
Now, I don't know if it was he or Ira would said this next part, but there was mention of needing to be hungry to be filled. A verse in the Bible somewhere brought out that point. Maybe it WAS Steve then. Remember this as I tell you of the Saturday following.

I had to be at musical theatre by nine, so naturally I go do other things as to become late. Oops. But one of those many other things were stopping off at Safeway to pick up a sandwich built for giants. A foot long, a third of a foot wide, width equal to height, 4 kinds of meats, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and some kinda sauce stuff. All for the low price of 10 dollars. 9 if you're a Safeway club member. Those measurements I gave may not be correct. So I aquired this mamoth sandwich (custom made for me too. They didn't have any made, so I waited ten minutes, the made one up, freshly baked bread and everything. Thus why I was late) And then went to musical theatre. Missed nothing. Yeah yeah. So that goes on, and everybody loves this huge sandwich that I valiently attempted to consume. Called a Lumberjack sandwich by the way. So, two thirds of it were gone. And practice of the play ended at 2. 9-2. Great saturday morning, eh? So, I left. Rather thirsty now, I started drinking lots. Some water from a water fountain, a sobe, a glass of water from Smitty's, a few juice boxes...till I was no longer thirsty. By this time, we're in Colwood. Go to DQ, eat some chicken parts. even though I'm not really hungry. But I know that soon I'll be without a parent paying for my meals, so I take advantage of the free food. 'Bout an hour later, Boston pizza. Some chicken fingers and three iced teas later, we leave. Then, to the church again, Ira spoke. About...what we could be filled with. 'Cuz what you're filled with drives you. The biggest thing he said that I remember though is 'If your buddy ever said to you'Hey, you wanna go do debauchery?' say no, 'cuz he's pretty much asking 'Hey, you wanna go ruin your life?' Cuz debauchery equals Ruin your life' Something like that. And there were more goodies after. Which I took part in devouring. Like the pineapple. Cuz SOMEONE wouldn't eat it. Wierd Delbert.... Now, for the majority, I wasn't especially hungry, but I ate anyways.
This next day, my insides were turned to mush and I didn't feel like eating anything. Ever again. But biology says I must still eat. Drawing distant parellels, I suppose it works on not physical food too. If you don't feel hungry, you won't get filled. That doesn't mean that if you aren't hungry that you are filled, it just means you need to be hungry to get refilled. Maybe I'm trying to force something that won't happen because I'm not truely hungry yet. That's a shame.
So so so, this was long and fun like, for me anyways. Things can only get more fun right? If that means more crazy stuff all happening at the same time like school, youth, Oklahoma, new youth pastor, and stuff that I prolly don't even know about but should and will make things crazier, then I'm having lots of fun.

MENTAL NOTE: call Rick. Then Sarah.

Oh...

2006-02-22T16:28:00.000-08:00

*****This isn't the awesome post I mentioned in the last one. That will appear at a later date. My humblest apologies tio those who were looking forward to it. It will arise eventually.*****

Now, for those who must know how my job is going, I knew no more than you did for the last two weeks. As of recently, I discovered that...I missed nothing. One shift. Amazing eh? At least they need me. So today I went in to figure things out, and they gave me a new password and such so I could check. So, I come home and check. It asks me to change the password, so I do. I put in the new crap...it does nothing. Nothing. Doesn't even say what I've put in is wrong. It just takes awat what I put in and I'm at the same screen. Sweet.

For really exciting stuff...well not really, but I'm exciting... Oklahoma is next week. I'm excited, as said, but the rest of the cast...seems scared. They don't think we're ready. Okay. I agreee entirely, however when it needs to come together, it will, or those who let it fall apart will feel terrible. So, here I'm going to advertise the play here quick like. It will be amazing. It's only eight dollars for a ticket! Buy them at Parkland! Shows are from March first to fourth! Seven to nine! Selling fast! Buy yours today!

To finish this post, I stress the importance of slowing down. Of silence. Of stopping. OF listening. Normally I'm super energetic and CANNOT stop. Well, highly against stopping. But recently everything I do seems pointless; seems silly. Doesn't seem right. Stopping began to seem more and more enticing. That is why I am stressing this importance. If you wanted a window to me. But really it is worth it for all. It's not taking time off for you. It's for God. We all have time for God right? Or we can make time, right? Do it. Just do it.

Scooters

2006-02-14T23:26:00.000-08:00

Hello, once again. Time for an update I say, so prepare for a summary...OF DOOM!!

First, I think I shall introduce you to the new course that will be had by Werner for the next 5 months or so. A HUGE leap from physics11, biology11, English 12H and Math 11H, this will be a time of relaxation. A time of summer. A time of wonderfulness.

They are Psychology, social studies 11, acting, and Japanese 11. A pwnage symester for lack of difficulty, however horrible in length of block. I suppose they have the same block length as usual, but they are hideously more boring. But enough school. After this last point. OKLAHOMA IS COMING SOON!! It means that the producers of this play will suck my life till they think that the play will be perfect, and then we do the play, and I become free. More free than I've been all year. March 1, 2, 3, and 4. Thats a wednesday to a friday. yeow. It'll be awesome.

Now, for the details of my singles awareness day(SAD). It started with me awakening to my little sister giving me a valintine. That was okay. Then there was school. As said, boring. Except for the fact that Ive screwed up some of my friends pretty bad, so that theyre constantly sad or breathing funny or stuff like that, and don't quite know how to fix it. Musical theatre, over in three weeks or so, which is sweet, and then I came home, because my SAD didn't have anything else to do. Except...

I called my buddy Cronk, and he was like 'come over', and I'm like 'okay', so I went over, and we played flip scrabble. Pretty cool game. Ask me if you wanna learn how to play it. Then we decided to go to James' spy cell, at the Hicks' place. But it wasn't there. And the ride escaped. I chased it pretty good, but Cronk's mom drives incredibly randomly, and I can only run so fast. But we found a ride with an amazing guy who pretty much knows everything. Sometimes. The rest of the time it varies. So we got there, ad no one else was coming, so James and Cronk and I devoured some delectable garlic bread, viewed some zany 'The price is right', and played some intense pingpong. after these adventres, we took some time to recover and discover how our journey home would unfold. Then the moment came. As we head out the door, it is brought to our attention that we could use scooters if returned. Knowing I'm not good with scooters, I stated such, but Michael wished for the thrill of scootering to the bus stop. I having no truly strong opinion, we take the scooters. Travelling along, we find a hill. 'Hey Cronk, is this a big hill coming up?' 'Probably' 'Hey Cronk, how do I use the brakes?' 'You don't know how to use the brakes?' 'Not really'. A few seconds after this, I picked my hurting self up off the ground, and we carried on. Got to the bus stop, waited forever plus 2, got on the bus, and theres about four people I know right there. Pretty wicked. And I met some who said if I wanted to travel, I should go to Rio, in Brazil. He said it was pretty splentabulous. Basically.

Hopefully, you havent become too bored with the story...Speaking of stories, next blog I'm going to try something completely different. It'll be a suprise, but I assure you it wil knock your socks off. Tell what you think of it...when I get it up here. And the tip for the day is...Learn how to use the brakes BEFORE you need them.

Faith

2006-02-10T11:11:00.000-08:00

Alright, so this was a random thought I had on the way home yesterday, and I thought it was worth remembering, or even sharing, thus why it is here. I was walking across an intersection, and there was a bus coming up on the left. I Knew that it would turn and go down the road behind me, and I'm pretty sure it did, but I didn't check.

You know why I didn't check? Because I Knew that it went that way. If you know that it's going to work a certain way, why do we have to see? It's as though seeing proof is more important than knowing that it's there. Maybe not the best example, but what if there's nothing to see, and you have to know it? What if there is no way to check that what you Know is right? That's faith right?

'Faith is knowing what you hope for, and being certain of what you cannot see' Hebrews 11:1. That's tough. No wonder it's so easy to falter in the faith hey? We can never check to see if it's right, or even how far off it is. But, no matter how far off it is, faith is being certain of the unseeable. I don't know about all of you, but I like checking to see how things are. I'll check and double check and check again. There's things in life that require regular checking. Amongst all this, we cannot check the most important thing in our life.

That's the beauty of faith I suppose.

But according to that verse up there, what I have said is only half of what faith is. Anyone care to fill the other half?

Beautiful Day

2006-02-08T14:33:00.000-08:00

It is rather gorgeous outside, and everything seems to be going amazingly perfect. Exams are done, next symester will be loads of fun, no huge pressures. So no worries. Just going to enjoy the rest of the week, and see what Next week brings.

But first...

I've been tagged by a beautiful african girl. And that means I've gotta let whoever reads this know about myself. Specific things too, like movies and such. I don't know how to really do this right, but here we go...

Four Jobs I've Had:
*Mcdonalds (I'm loving it...haha)
*Paper boy
*err...Painting a house? I did that once.
*Drywalling (technically my father did all the drywalling, but I helped clean stuff up)

Four movies I could watch over and over again:
~Pirates of the Carribean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
~Edward Scissorhands
~Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
~Monty Python and the search for the Holy Grail

Four Places I've lived:
~I suppose I was born in Victoria
~Sidney!!
~Umm...I lived in Ukriane for a few weeks. Dobromyl.
~And I guess I lived in Brandon Manitoba for a week or so...too many mosquitos
In conclusion, Sidney is where I live and have lived forever

Four TV Shows I Love:
-Simpsons
-Fairly Odd Parents
-SpongeBob SquarePants
-ummm....the french channel?
I really don't watch too much tv...

Four Places I've Vacationed:
.:. I went to someplace in the states once....
.:. Kamloops
.:. Goldstream
.:. London
Most of least are kinda lame, as I used the better ones as places I've lived... oh well.

Four of My Favorite Foods:
}Tomatoes(might seem weird, but I believe I've tasted some of the best in the world)
}Some good fries
}Chips and Salsa(even though I'm truly terrible with the hot stuff)
}Most any type of burger

Four Websites I Visit Daily:
` www.websudoku.com
` www.homestarrunner.com
` myvelcroheart.blogspot.com
` kisstobetray.blogspot.com

Four Albums I Like Alot:
! The Great Depression by Blindside
! Your Only Chasing Safety by Underoath
! MMHMM by Reliant K
! Nothing is Sound by Switchfoot

Four Cars I've Owned:
> A pretty sweet one the kept losing because of hitting rocks...Ahh, Hot Wheels...
> A car that I never built, but it's around. Not too good with models.
> A racing vehicle of green colour of the two wheeled pedaling type.
> My trusty car-like-horse Joshua

Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now:
< Hawaii( not for the tropical experience, but because I feel like swimming)
< Ukraine (Home of some of the world's best)
< Africa(the land of the constant summer, or so I hear)
< Japan(cuz they talk funny. and such)

Thus concludes the tagage. Now, I now of one reson who reads this, so who to tag? It will involve expanding the limits of this modest blog site, But I might be able to do that. very carefully. So I shall tag the irresistable Graham. Have fun buddy.

Wow, that was really hard. You wouldn't think it, but it was. It still looks nice outside though, So I think I'll go play there. :D

The fallout

2006-02-05T22:19:00.000-08:00

Dare you to move...
Good song. Anyway here is the next splatterage of my thoughts. It's the time of year when people panic due to the unjust cause of mass important test uprisings. Yea, exams and such. But I don't stress over tests. I refuse. If I know what I'm supposed to know, then I'll do great. The purpose of tests aren't to scare those being tested. It is to discover how much their sponge-like brain retained. Now, if you don't know what you're being tested on, then you lose. Tests don't show if you've done homework. They don't prove intelligence, or lack there of. They show how great you're memory is. If you're memory is crap, you're done. As soon as you see the test in most cases, you'll know how you'll do. But enough about school.
I've lived here in my house forever. Not really, but for all that I can remember of my life. And not once over all those years do I recall my house being completely clean. Never. It's not that is been really close, then got overflow of messiness again. No no, it has always been horribly worse than everybody elses houses I've seen put together. Everyone elses houses freakin sparkels compared to mine. And, most of the time, that is fine. Who needs to be home eh? But when you become forcibly stuck at home, but you can still hang out and such...How eager would you be to invite people to the messiest house in the world?but I only have to live with all this cal for approximately one and a half more years. Not too long right? Combined with all the years I've been around already though. What if when I move out my house becomes as bad as this grossness? I've gotten myself convinced that I would never let that happen because of living through it all my life. But, my room is a mess. That's pretty much my fault, if you exclude my brother. And I just happen to be extremely disorganized. It seems all that I touch becomes worn and torn more quickly than the things everyone else keeps with them. Maybe it's a disease. Maybe I can blame medicine. It's just annoying after a while.
In conclusion, I'm horrible at pictionary. Cannot draw laser. Or big...

pasta and such

2006-01-20T16:10:00.000-08:00

Filling the time here before the days events truly begin,

I've decided to reveal to you a discovery I've made while doing extensive resaerch, and it looked a million times more appealing. Ever heard of intelligent design? ID for short. It is pretty much people trying to convince scientists that creationism is scientific. And, being scientific, should be taught in schools. At least, I think that's what it is. It was far less interesting than the rest. This happened somewhere down in the states. So, some witty who heard about this, made a ridiculous proposal of an entirely knew religion, which also, scientifically of course, has a different theory of how all came to be. This is the religion of the flying spaghetti monster. It really is quite silly, if it didn't go against most everything important I stand for, than I'd fully be in. But it is a mockery of ID, and it got so popular it just kept going so far as to mock Christianity. If you really want to learn more about this thing, you can go to the website they have and such things like that. There's pirates and everything...none of these modern day software pirates. No no no. Those are just gross. The oldschool real horrorshow kind. They say we have to make more pirates, because the decrease in pirates has led to global warming. And there are less pirates today, and the globe is a touch warmer, but somehow I doubt they're very deeply related...

Shwanyways, there's only two weeks till school's out for a week. You can't really consider exam week school. I mean, think about it. You go to school, all chill like, and you sit in a room for a while, writing a huge test. Okay. No problem if you know all the stuff (or if it's all multiple choice, yea biology!!). then you either go home cuz your done, or laze around for an hour or so till the next one, after which you return to your home. Free for the day. And, if you can only have four classes, and there's five days for testing, you're garanteed at least one day off. But more often, there's more than one test a day, so you got more than half the week off really.

So where'd my buddy go? If I don't hear from him pretty soon there will be much randomness without a cent. Err...I mean any sense. Clearly there's a good days work here...speaking of sense, those comments....
Haha. The End

Big Bang

2006-01-17T22:16:00.000-08:00

Whoa...I have a commentator. Well, I eat most every type of bread. Ukrainian bread is definately up there on the favourites list though. Raisin bread too. But there is one type I will not eat...My parents like to make their own bread. And it is fine for the first hour or so after it's fresh out of the oven, but after that...I cannot help but gag on it. But anyway.
I suppose I should put something in here relating to the title. Okay.

Waayyyy back in physics class, we had options to choose of which we'd like to study and present. So naturally, not believing it at all, we chose the big bang. It is quite interesting. For the first two seconds. Then it's extremely dry. Till I found some site that proved it all false, at least in theory. They created a lot of extra stuff so that they could pretend this universe creating explosion happened. Dark matter, and dark energy, stuff so small and undetectable, but apparently what fills the holes that they need filled. Then it is somewhere that it cannot be. What then, eh?

That got boring as fast as studying it did, so heres the rest of my day. School. Oh, we had those people who want to be elected send representatives. Josh took a bunch of green party pamphlets to put around the crevice(the suite they own). His dad hates the green party. Hee hee. my knowledge of politics and crap like that is undefinably small. Maybe I'll learn some one day. And then...my friend Chris works at the theatre round here. Small little thing. But it works. so he got hold of a box of sour cherry blast thingers, and came back to school. And we loved him. Then they were gone. But, the sugar stuff was still there, so we got one of the guys to sniff it all up his nose for two dollars. Good, cheap entertainment.

To conclude all this and such, I shall tell you the amazing story of Mike's car. It is now in a coma. It all started when...*flashback* haha, so we went over to Dairy Queen to hang out, ate some fries, got a free refill, and no matter what he says, did NOT receive any funny looks. Then we went off on our adventure to Adison's place...a fair drive away. So heading up there, the dashboard and clock and such start to get dimmer, especially went we went slower. as we neared our destination, the lights were gone. Headlights, speedometer, clock, all gone. Then we arrive and shut it off. Just for kicks, we test to see if it starts again. Nope. Whatever. We entered and had a swell time. Sent up a prayer for the car. Thn it worked again, and we were happy, until it did the same thing as on the way there, except we had much longer to go. After long driving long, morons refusing to pass us, we made it back. Victory. But now he has to fix his car. Right, so ten brownie points(that's a whole brownie right there!) if you can tell me why the car stopped working.

I'm off to eat . Stuff

teh opening

2006-01-16T22:07:00.000-08:00

Well, I never thought I was too great at blogging, and even if I did, I'd prolly prefer journalling. But, sometimes it's nice to have feedback on stuff and such right? But that's not really why I'm randomly making a blog. It's to bore everyone who reads it to death with my lack of...anyway, that's not the real reason either. My best African friend is posting stuff, and I kinda want to talk there too, but it means that this happens. So I'll speedily tell all you bored people about my life. I go to the youth group that's 'round here. It's pretty much my life right there. And the most massive thing that could have happened is happening. The youth pastor is gone. It's like changing a constant into a variable, for all you math types. 6 no longer has to mean 6. It could mean 7, or it could mean 24. Whoa...don't those numbers look cool? So that's sketchin' me out slightly. What's even more fun is helping to lead the group he left behind. Due to unique circumstances, myself and eleven others were already doing as such, but that was different. I don't care to explian how, so just smile and nod.
Moving forward, I pretty much got a job. It's for my crazy plans to throw my summer to the wind and travel. Not sure which is better use of the summer, sticking 'round here or running around the world, but I've already chosen. It should all work out too. Money wise at least. That seems good for now. I'll continue to imitate a blog. ;)
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