It's only Wednesday February 23, 2011

     I finally finished paying for my classes today! On my own, the total came to about $431, but that's pretty good! I'm proud of myself. Even though I'm just going to a Community College, I feel like I'm doing something for myself. I just hope I get myself some good grades this time. I really hope I do, but sometimes I worry about how good I am at making up excuses for myself along with other things.

     Nothing else really happened the rest of the day. I mainly spent it with Juan getting lunch at Tom's. They're not as good as I remember and their fries taste...Funky. Like it tasted as if they had some type of cleaning spray or something on them. It's still a nice little place though. Juan and I also bothered his girlfriend for most of the time in the library. I showed him "Plans" and he liked it.

     I'm having trouble focusing lately. Partly because I'm worn out, and partly because I think I'm getting addicted to League again. I haven't even liked it for the most part, I just play it to pass time and because I've been uninspired. I really would like time to pass for now. Just for a year or so.

     Swim took forever, but afterward I saw a stripe of a cloud that reminded me of felt board. Other smaller and more detailed clouds were placed on it, barely hanging on. Snickers and I argued who would win in a series of fights between ninjas, spartans, wizards, jedi, avatar, and other things. I'm burned out right now. I miss Jessi. I think that's all for today. I'm glad I got something down though ^_^ Goodnight readers. Sweet dreams.

Oh yeah! New TFS episode today February 22, 2011

     Ok, so first let me go over my dreams from the past few days.

      Dream one, I was running around my grandma's retirement community, which is a nice community I must say. Top notch really, I kid you not. I found my cats and my laundry basket so I scooped them up and began running somewhere, I think home was my destination? Maybe I lived in that community in my dream? One of the cats fell out of the basket though and got devoured by wolves. I don't remember which cat it was, but it was unpleasant to say the least. It was heartbreaking really.

     In dream two I was sailing with Jessica and we were pirates. A giant kracken attacked the ship from one of the sides and we fought if off Golden Sun style with Psynergy. I think I was a Venus adept and she was a Mars adept. It was pretty neat.

     Dream three, my cousins built a house where Chili's currently stands. It must have vanished or something. My brother and I visited them and when we drove off we ended up chasing a car. I was on the hood of our car and I was trying to help the car in front of us by closing the back of theirs. The car in front did a break check and my face slammed into it so that dream ended pretty abruptly.

     Dream four, I left the front door to the house open and some guy was quietly making off with all of our stuff. Well, I assumed it was ours. I didn't recognize any of it really, but he was sneaking into our house and stealing something. We chased him, but he got in his car and got away quietly.

     Side note: I'm lagging on blogger. Odd.

     My random thought of the day:  I was wondering, if people do suicides with drinks by mixing them all together, do people ever mix beer in there too? I'm not saying they mix a bunch of alcoholic drinks, but just the regular soft drinks with beer. I wonder if that changes anything. One wonders these things at Upper Crust.

     Finally dream five. I was sticking my foot (which had a cowboy boot on it) into a frozen lake, and it kept coming up really wet. That's really all I remember.

     Today I couldn't keep my eyes open in Astronomy. I realized I hadn't had any coffee this morning. Somehow I made my Astronomy teacher laugh though. He kinda sputters and giggles like an old man with no teeth. He has teeth, but anyway, he's old. Hes gettin' turtley though, so hes probably pretty high up there.

     I got a mocha fast and downed it because I realized I couldn't take it into the library, but I really needed to study for Anthropology. I enjoyed what I could and took some deep breaths, soaking in the day. I could swear that I'm starting to see more and more heart shaped clouds lately. Maybe they really are and it isn't just me? Either way, I don't mind.

     I did a quick study and review session for Anthro, and it ended up working very well. I was hurried, but I did good with studying what I needed. On the way to class I realized something though. I need to BUY my scantron for class. The line was long so I gave some guy towards the front a dollar to run my purchase through.  I got there at eleven on the dot and I feel like I aced it. My teacher is uncomfortably atheist, but he didn't really incorporate it on the test, so that was good. I was the last to finish, but I feel like I did very well.

     It's girl scout season! I treated myself to a box of Samoas because I cannot resist. It was four dollars and I shared with the team.

     My coach called me Moppy because my hair is usually a bit wild before I get into the water.  We swam a total of 5800 meters today. That's... a lot. That's about 232 lengths of the pool if I did my math right. 2000 of those meters were strictly with kickboards. I couldn't walk at work because of it. It was funny, but painful. Coach ran practice all the way to 3:30.

     Snix decided to take Dani home today and I had work at five. She lives in Carlsbad, so I had my dad bring my uniform to me. He took his sweet time and got mad at me when I told him my managers were frustrated with my lateness. I was doing all I could to make everything on time today, he had thirty minutes to meet me, and it only takes ten for the drive. He took the entire thirty. Work was fine otherwise. It's still fast paced, still crazy, and they're still trying to just throw me into everything. I like it. I made seven bucks in tips tonight. I saw Taylor from my old water polo team because he works there too. Him and Jorge were messing with me all night, but I think they like me. They're just feeling me out and stuff.

     I had a raspberry Coke today. It was cool. If I think of anything else I'll be sure to post it, but for now I think that's it. Just in case I don't edit again, goodnight readers. Sweet dreams.

Dang, the rain stopped February 19, 2011

     Hm, now that the day is almost over it would make sense for me to be blogging before it ends. I don't really know what I meant by that.

     Anyway, last night I fell asleep comfortable and content. I woke up in the middle of the night in panic thinking I fell asleep too soon, but I checked my phone and saw that I did it right for once in my life. I was quite satisfied to see the most recent thing on my phone. Right on schedule. The only thing I remember of my dream is that I was on the first floor of the NAU library in the northwest region between study areas by the elevator. I was putting books away and I was singing NSync at the top of my lungs when Jessi showed up to giggle at my silliness. I approached, and as I neared, I woke up. It was still nice.

     For the morning, I ran errands with my dad. He drove me around town as good company and took me to get a haircut after. Nothing interesting happened there. Well fine, two things did. For one, one of the places he had to go was directly next to where we put Kahlua down. It made me ache a little, but I was wondering how he would react. He seemed to be okay, which was good. Second, we went to Rubios. Man that place is good. Their salsa and big burritos are pretty darn impressive, I must say.

     For the haircut, I don't know if I did it right. I hope so. It's pretty short, but it'll grow back. Well, I'm sure it will. What if I go bald out of the blue. Crazy huh? I nailed my job interview. I'm going to work roughly twenty hours a week? That's exciting. Upper Crust Pizza. Making money will be pretty nice. I'll be able to get around with a car, save money...and pass some time. I have a second follower! Exciting! This one I don't even know! I feel... like I just got +1 noteworthy or something. Yes, I'm a gamer, I might occasionally look at things as stats.

     The clouds were fat and heavy today until it started hailing. They look like they were pulling themselves away from earth with all their might, though it was very tempting for them to fall. Their undersides were smooth, gray, and probably the heaviest part of them. Blurry yet defined. It's funny how clear it was this morning, yet later it hailed, rained, thundered, and lightninged something crazy the rest of the day. I've been nice and cozy inside. My family is gone again, I don't think we're gonna play Rock Band. I got bailed on by Mark and Juan again too.

     Hm, my new follower seems to be into poetry as well. Very cool. Anyway, if anything else happens tonight, I'll update, but I doubt it. Goodnight for now, sweet dreams.
     I'm accidentally following myself on my blog. That was a strange accident. Or was it vain and purposeful? No no, definitely an accident ^.^

     

It's so quiet February 18, 2011

     I woke up to my dad and brother wandering the house this morning. My dad and I had some coffee and took our time getting ready this morning. My family has been in and out of the house all day and the only one I've really seen is my dad.

     My dream last night was about me holding something in a safe and Brandon Duck and Taylor McWey telling me to open it. It was strange and I barely remember it, it almost looked like a Picasso painting at one point.

     Before I go on, I found something fun to try today. Clasp your palms together tightly. Now, take each pointer finger and extend them. Okay, spread them as far apart from each other. Now, pretend there is an incredibly strong field in between the two of them pulling them together while you try to keep them from getting closer together. If you do it right, no matter how hard you fight the "field pulling them together," they should be moving to join whether you like it or not. I thought that was super cool.

     After taking forever to get ready this morning, I went to the range with my dad. We hit some golf balls and listened to Jack Johnson for a few hours. His company was super nice today and we've been getting along really well. His mom and stepdad just got done yelling at him last night and making him feel, well, terrible. They didn't really let him speak and they talked to him like he tends to talk to me sometimes. They insulted him, blamed him, and said many hurtful things from the looks of it. I feel very terribly for him because I know what that feels like, even if it did put things into perspective.

     I submitted my application to Upper Crust Pizza today and got a phone call for an interview tomorrow. I'm very excited! I have two friends there and I might get a job! Wooo!

     Other than all that, today has been very idle. I haven't really done much. My email inbox rapidly spawned cobwebs and I spent most of my day alone. I got avoided by my friend Mark again. I always want to hang out with him, but he always seems to be conveniently called into work when the time comes. He also rarely responds to my calls and texts. I don't really think he likes me based on his actions, but he gives me no other reason to believe so. I mean, we do talk sometimes, and he is nice/friendly to me.

     So besides the beautiful golf course that I spent time at with my dad, nothing much happened. It was a perfectly sunny day with some wispy clouds that seemed to be in a hurry, though moving slow. It randomly started raining hard a few hours later. I'm rambling a lot today. Today I've been extremely lonely. It seems so impossible to keep this up. It makes me wonder.

     Last night I fell asleep at about 10pm with the lights on and Death Cab playing. I was singing from my bed for a while, but I knocked out soon enough.

     I might play rock band with my dad tonight? More on that later. So long for now readers.

     So, in 9 hours of a day that I had plans to do things with people. They all bailed.

     Mark: I think he ignores my texts when he can. Anyway, I've been wanting to get the old sonic team together in the realm of League. Like the past three times, he bailed to "work." He has conveniently gotten called into work for the rest of the day three times in a row. He has also been ignoring 95% of my texts and FB messages. The only ones he seems to respond to are the ones that say "Aw bro I just got called into work. Next time though!" Really, hes been like this since I've known him. It and makes me feel like he has something against me or something. He even asked me if I could play at 9pm... He just basically said, "Aw work man." Which I assumed he would be off by now? Am I incorrect? I checked the text again. Ah, that just conveniently just got changed to "11." Yes, that is all his text said.

     Juan: Well, at least I know he likes me. I see him at school occasionally, we share math together, and we chill in the library. Hes been the same way with my texts though. His girlfriend is feeling scared though, and I believe him, so that really is just inconvenient.

     Dad: Today we were supposed to spend together. Instead, after noon, he made a tee time with Perry to golf at 1. He got back about an hour ago and passed out on the couch downstairs. We were supposed to be playing rock band or something. I golfed, so we were gonna do something I like.

     In the past few minutes, out of boredom and hunger, I just ate three bagels. Considering the fourth, but I remember that one time I got "bagel poisoning" after eating six. I'm starting to feel something after three.
     Snix is also starting to increasingly spend time with Dani and bail on me more often. 
     I just realized. I'm going to be lonely all weekend, especially Sunday. Or was it Monday? I don't remember. My family is busy with baseball stuff, a banquet, golf, work. Yeah.
     The friends I have are either far away, or too busy. My family is busy as well. 
     I think I'm done for tonight. Sweet dreams readers.

Deathcab, a spinny chair, vertigo, and February 17, 2011

     Hm, what can I do but blame swim for knocking me out early most nights and school keeping me busy the other nights?

     I've been gone, yes, but I've been extremely busy. Sure that's a likely story and a common excuse, but true enough.

     Before I talk about today, yesterday I talked to my friend Tyler. I haven't seen or talked to him in quite some time, but he is skilled when it comes to thinking in conversation. Though he may be very open and explicit, it's great honest talk. We talked for three hours about him, me, and whatever.

     I got a jury summons this morning. I got one last year, I feel unlucky in that sense really. I don't want to do jury duty. An excuse would be nice, but I'm not exactly out of state for schooling anymore. Maybe I'll find another way, because it seems like too much of a hassle to realize that you're not going to be picked. Anyway, jury duty two when I don't want it. Bummer.

     On the way to school, I saw a newspaper man selling papers. He is probably the happiest, most energetic newspaper man I've ever seen. In fact, he's probably one of the most lively people I've ever seen period. I'm sure I know a handful of people including myself that could match him, but man he just brought a smile to my face. I want to buy a paper from him next time. He's wonderful.

     School was nothing much, although in the first small gap between classes, I went to one of the small music rooms with a single piano. There are many of these on the other side of campus, and I just found out about them recently. Each is a cramped brick room, a piano, and a chair or two. For about an hour I sang my heart out. It felt pretty good though, if I could hear the room next to me, the room next to me could surely hear me vividly. I sang whatever I shuffled as long as I knew the lyrics.

     In anthropology, the people in my proximity and I started giving each other nicknames. No one ever changes seats when they get comfortable and "claim" it. The guy behind me is Read Man, I am Cool Sweater Guy, and the girl in front of me is Doughnut Lady. There are more people that socialize with us, but we haven't thought of any nicknames yet. It's nice, people can be friendly sometimes :) Doughnut Lady left in a hurry in the middle of class, I hope everything is okay.

     Between Anthro and Astronomy Lab, I took an extremely short nap in the grass next to the library. I must be going crazy, because three of the clouds in the sky vividly looked like hearts.

     Random thoughts: I like Death Cab and there is a Super Mario Sports (with dodgeball).

     I felt especially empty today... Nothing else exciting has happened. I have a four day weekend coming up. I'll edit later if something happens. I think I'm spending tomorrow with my dad.

     Oh and before Snix and I left campus, we checked out the campus arboretum. It was neat in front, but we realized the back still needs work and has people occasionally smoking pot or weed or whatever it was. The front of the arboretum had some nice little statues, colorful tile statues, plaques, and neat arches and pillars.

     *Sigh*

     I'll probably wrap this up later tonight, but in case I don't...Goodnight readers, sweet dreams :)
     My dad is laying on my bed complimenting me and telling me things I should do. It's nice because we're getting along, but...I just can't stand getting compliments this much. Also reminiscing and over analyzing simple things without looking into them. Still nice, so I'll take it.

     

A beautiful day February 10, 2011

     I've been texting myself all day so I could remember things. I had five, yes five, dreams last night. I don't remember the order, but I feel like numbering them anyway.

1. Juan and I were watching some creepy door hiding darkness. It kept creaking itself open to reveal the black it held, but it would then squeak shut. We were both pretty darn afraid of it, but we continued to watch. Nothing happened.

2. My old co worker Lisa was leading me around somewhere and we stopped at an abandoned snack bar. Juan's girlfriend popped up and greeted us. Though they know each other, I introduced them.

3. My dad and I were watching the moon outside of a party on the street Michael Doucette lives on. I think it was across from his house. Anyway, the moon was going through its phases incredibly fast. I think it went through a lunar cycle at least four times! It was quite the sight.

4. Jeffry's ranch, my neighborhood, had fallen victim to becoming a large city. There were cinemas, power plans, and skyscrapers going up everywhere. It was depressing. I was appalled really.

5. I was walking to Gillenwater at NAU. I was just passing Macdonald on the east side to see a dude and his clone peeing on the grass. The one in back made the one in front look like a hologram because he was directly behind. I passed them up and got to see Janik, Todd, and Soup sitting at a table.

     My brother just ordered me to make him a bowl of clam chowder like I don't have a choice. Like he'll be extremely disappointed in me if I don't, even though I have a tendency to be extremely messy when microwaving clam chowder. Don't ask me why, but somehow clam chowder and I don't get along in so many different ways.

     I'm gonna go do that now I guess, I'll be back in a matter of minutes to continue my post.

     Lets see, so in Astronomy today, I think it's funny how my elderly professor says "maysure" instead of "measure," and I like how he kinda whistles when he pronounces the letter "s." I wonder if I'll talk like an old person when I get old too ^.^

     I've been going all day until about now, even swimming in a small increment I had between classes, but I've been wanting to blog all day because things have been happening. Little things. Nice things.

     I swim between Astronomy and Anthro on Thursdays because my Astronomy lab overlaps practice. After that small practice I walked to class with a few other swimmers with overlaps. I didn't know Palomar had piano rooms and singing rooms around campus! They walked me to one and I sang for them. They then showed me their epic piano skills. The girl was like, in a masters piano class to my understanding. I showed the two of them the Axis of Awesome four chord song and they got a kick out of it.

     In the little time slot before Astronomy Lab, I sat outside the building for the few minutes I did have and sing a song or two. People gave me funny looks, but I got a few smiles. I had fun regardless. I even have a tennis ball I keep in my backpack. I found it in some random spot on campus one day and kept it. It wasn't by the tennis courts per se, so finders keepers. So I bounced that ball, sat, and sang loud ^.^ The purple flowers outside the building were beautiful as always. I like observing them closely and picking out my daily favorites. I always want to pick one, but I realized I should stop before I selfishly pick them all.

     After class, Snix and I were required to stop by the pool for a breakdown of our meet tomorrow. While Jem was on the phone, Snix and I scrounged for fifty cents to buy a soda from Jem's little fridge stock. We came up a dime short and went searching everywhere. After a bit of walking with no luck, he found one in his backpack. With the two extra cents we had we claimed it to be insurance and we gave it to him anyway.

     Lastly, we kinda hung out before we left the pool deck. I took out a giftcard that had nothing on it and tried carving a ritz cracker into a shuriken. It didn't work, but I think I can do it if I really wanted to.

     I feel accomplished, like I actually wrote something today. More later? Yes. Maybe at nine or so.

Trying to get back into the habit February 9, 2011

     I cannot get over how boring my math teacher is! It's ridiculous! There are other attributes that make her a horrible teacher, but anyway I'll just say one funny thing I knew would happen. After three weeks, we've finally finished chapter one in our class. I barely pay attention in that class, and I looked over it for an hour in the library today only to realize how simple it is. I honestly think the book teaches infinitely better than she does.

     My mom made me a funny shaped egg this morning! It was exciting. She just cracks an egg, puts it in the slot, and watches it cook. I had a perfect egg disk with a mildly runny yolk. She also packed me some healthy snacks. I appreciated it ^.^

     So after math, I went to the library to hang out with Juan and his girlfriend again. I like hangin' around them. Juan my kinda friendly dude and Angelina is quiet but nice as well.

     Nothing really happened in the library, I just studied math and burned time the best I could until swim. My stomach has been making really loud noises all day today. It really was getting to the point of being disruptive, especially in the library. Speaking of disruptive, I was listening to Daft Punk blast on my computer when I suddenly wanted to switch to my ipod while I got up to leave. I unplugged the headphones with the music still going. I think the whole three story library heard a few seconds of Daft Punk.

     I left myself enough time to do some laps around the pool parking lot, singing and doin' my thing.

     At practice, nothing too interesting happened until the end. At the end we got to swim with little swimming parachutes. I went NOWHERE. It was pretty fun though. After swimming a few lengths we got to take them off and feel fast again. I'm exhausted still. Snix's girlfriend Dani picked up the book she borrowed from me and was reading more of it today. That book would be "The Little Prince." I also met a guy on the swim team who's name is Matt. He is super friendly. I'm actually surprised at how kind, friendly, and nice this guy is. He also laughs a lot. Apparently his girlfriend is in my math class. He seems a bit awkward, but he is just...He makes me smile.

     I listened to "What Sarah said," and I loved it. It was pretty depressing, but I really like the ending. Those last couple lines were very powerful. It made me think of old people and the old man trying to stay alive long enough to let his wife die first, so she doesn't have to worry about the sadness. "Love is watching someone die." It makes me think of someone staying in the room and watching someone else die so they have a hand to hold. Sure it's scary and sad to watch someone die, but I'm sure it would be selfish to leave someone to slip away alone. It reminds me of my dog Kahlua. My dad asked me if I wanted to leave the room. I told him I wanted to stay. She was so afraid, but we held her the whole time. I miss her. I had to sneak into my house the past couple days because I've been home alone. Every time I open that gate, I wait for an overweight chocolate lab to wag her tail expecting to finally come inside. I'm sad now, but it's ok. I feel proud that I was able to stick it out and hold Kahlua in the process.

     I saw on the internet today that France is adjacent to Germany. I haven't looked at a map of Europe in so long that I forgot. I almost spelled it "Yourup."

     More later, I'm tired and I'm just gonna rest/chill a bit.

     I just sang a good song.

     Hm...I feel unfair for picking songs sometimes, me and my music control. I think I'd like to share and have people pick a song too. If I had another song, I might just sing it at 9:30pm my time.
     I can't think of anything else for today really. Swim is really starting to tire me out. I'll still post with the most detail I can, but my brain is pretty dead from being tired.

Woah, my bad February 7, 2010

     My apologies readers, for not updating at all these past couple of days. I've been very busy with swim this weekend because we had a meet split across two days. I'm pretty exhausted.

    Friday on the swim meet I had five heats to swim. There are eight people per heat. Each heat was a different race. I placed first in every heat that I swam. It was a long day, but at the end of the day they announced me having a perfect day in my heat. I was pretty stoaked. Saturday didn't go as well since I got disqualified for accidentally leaving a second early in one of my races, even though I finished five seconds ahead. I also started placing a lot worse in the rest of my races throughout the day. Though it was discouraging it was nice to still have what I did on Friday.

     I don't really know what to talk about when it comes to the last few days except the fact that I'm extremely tired and that I don't really remember doing all that much.

     I was at a super bowl party yesterday. It had a chili cook off and it was at a really luxurious home. My brother's friend Kyle's family hosted many people with a few big screen TVs. I judged the twelve chilies, watched a commercial or two, and fell asleep on an unoccupied couch thing. I say couch thing because it was an elevated flat seat that I lay across. While I wasn't really paying attention Kyle's dad, Mr. Casey, propped up where my head was making it even more comfy. I sat at a window and fell asleep right there. I woke up and it was halftime. Instead of watching the half, I watched a gorgeous orange sunset. I can't even explain it. It was so changing and so wonderful that I fear I wouldn't do it justice. I wish I could draw such a thing. If I did it would have to be in water colors. It had the texture of water colors.

     I left the party early to go to growth group last night. It was really fun. I'm starting to make some new friends in my growth group! We socialized from about 7:30 to 8pm, and then from 8 to 9 was just solid reading and discussion. It was refreshing. Some of them really seem to have a solid relationship with God, and by the end of the year I'd like to reach a similar level. One of them also plays League, so I'm excited to play a round or two with him on the side. Fruzina (I think that is how you spell it, it's pronounced Fruh-zheen-uh) made some of the best cookies I've ever had. I think shes majoring in baking if that's possible. My gosh they were good. One was a flakey honey butter flake. The other was a chocolate chip cookie. I know what you might think, anyone can make a chocolate chip cookie. No, apparently not. These were some of the best chocolate chip cookies I've ever had.

     I don't really feel like blogging right now, but I'll be back soon enough when I'm in the library.

     Oh, but this morning I fell asleep in the shower accidentally and woke up when I was supposed to be leaving. Luckily, my mom and I carpool together, so she just told me to hurry.

     So, in the library, Juan got me to try Minecraft. It's an awful game, yet I got addicted to it for my library time today. I don't even want to talk about it. It's so bad, and yet I played it. It's...Ugh, I don't get it.

     So, I don't feel like posting much today, my apologies readers. I will post some, but today I feel very unmotivated. I don't feel like blogging, or doing whatever it is I could be doing. I might write a poem though, I got some inspiration today for both a poem and a song. More on that later.

     During swim practice, for the hard set, I was struggling. When I say struggling right now, I mean struggling. I thought I was beginning to drown. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular, but for some reason, my mind was overflowing to the max. I couldn't focus. Snickers even said that I was wiggling when I swam. There was nothing wrong, I just couldn't focus on the task at hand and while you're tired and your face is submerged isn't exactly a good time for such. 

     Hm, this might end up disorganized, but before practice I did a lot of walking and singing.

     I got food with Kyle after practice.
     Still posting, my brain just...Isn't functioning suddenly. I was fine most of the day. 
     I'm starting to get into Deathcab and Ingrid Michaelson.
     I'll update with something else later maybe, but in case I don't, sweet dreams readers.
     Oh, and tomorrow will be better. I'm just so tired. Swim, lack of sleep, and more swim. My body and brain are a bit pooped. Nincompoop is a good word.

A test I missed the notes for February 3, 2011

     In my dream last night, I played dodgeball on this awesome beach dodgeball court with some old friends. Most of them I knew from water polo. It was pretty great. Michael Doucette and I got to be captains. The rest is pretty vague except that all of my friends were super ripped by the time we started playing.

     In my other dream, I was helping my friend Timmy look for a cheap truck because he had just started driving. We found one for $1,200, but someone randomly came up and paid $10,000 for it. In the truck already, Timmy started crying.

     So, if I didn't mention it last night, I was studying for a test last night. I woke up this morning, and didn't really remember much. I showed up thirty minutes early for class though, and with that I found someone already studying. I pulled up a chair and combined my notes with his. His were much better. I've never heard someone say G** D*** and Fu***** (censored -ing ending) so many times in a sentence though. He was nice to me though. He had a prosthetic left shin/foot I think. His earlobes were kinda funny too. He had ears and lobes, but then he had another lobe of just random tissue hanging out completely separate.

     Anyway, I believe I did somewhat acceptable on the quiz! Out of reading a question or two wrong, I didn't get 100%. To my understanding though, his tests are supposed to be pretty hard, and so I think I did okay with a C or a B. I now know how he tests and what kind of things to expect.

     I might be ineligible for the swim meet tomorrow because I still needed to fill out some papers, but I talked it over with coach Jem, and he said maybe.

     Anthropology time.

     Ah, just so I remember later, I forgot to talk about Doug.

Long day, astronomy time February 2, 2011

     I've been going all day today, so I apologize if I'm a little behind schedule.

     I had more than three dreams last night, but all I remember are vague details because they meshed together and were very fast. They were more like quick flashes.  I remember one involved The Plants vs. Zombies midget zombies becoming a mini soldier class in Team Fortress 2. I remember my old friend Lizzi talking to me in a good mood when really she doesn't talk to me at all anymore. We actually had a class together in my dream. Lastly, I remember being very avid about some tree based holiday. I was dressed as a really ugly Sudowoodo pokemon with a moss fro. I was watching myself though. It was an ugly costume to say the least. Sudowoodo may be cute, but I can not pull off that look in the slightest.

     I woke up at about 5am or 6am. I'm not sure, it was pretty much a blur. I didn't want to be up at the moment, but I knew that I truly did. My mom decided to drive me to my Mormon friend Matt's apartment. He is on his mission, so technically, he isn't supposed to see us, but we kinda dropped in on him, so there wasn't much he could do about it. He almost didn't come outside for fear of getting in trouble, but he realized he didn't care, he just wanted to see me for that five minutes that I was there. I hugged him, and we took a picture to send to his mom. I miss Matt dearly. It was an hour drive both ways, plus we spent all day looking for him yesterday. It was totally worth it.
     After all of that, we returned in time to get ready for our flight. Afterward, everything was pretty routine. I wanted a sunrise on the way to Matt's, but the clouds were insanely thick.
     My attention was recaptured by the hippo man. He was not large, nor did he resemble a hippo, but given the coming context, my mind kept telling me to call him the hippo man. He was a pleasant looking older gentleman with his barely thinning blond hair combed and gelled back without being slicked back. It made one sort of perfect puff actually. He was one of our two flight attendants. I heard him talking to passengers about how he could throw the word "hippo" into his flight safety spiel and no one would notice. This caught my attention, so I asked him what about hippos so he could tell me the same. I then proceeded to tell him about my Legoland spiels and how I did the same. He walked around the plane and conversed merrily with passengers until literally seconds before we left the ground. I was wondering when he was going to move back to his seat until takeoff. I really liked how casual he was. 
     The plane was a propeller plane! This is because it was only taking us to our Denver layover first. It was exciting trying to follow the blades for a few seconds as they picked up speed. 
     When we took off, I was kindly reminded that the flight is only about thirteen minutes to Denver, so I to keep myself occupied for that time, I began reciting the song Albuquerque by Weird Al. I can't believe I still remember the lyrics to that long song! I got distracted about half way through when two thoughts jumped into my head. 
1. There was a perfect circle on the ground with a radius. It looked so deliberate. 
2. Being in a plane made me think of Starfox 64. What if that game was remade? It was popular then, with some nifty touch ups, it could be just as popular now. 
     The Clock Town Theme jumped into my head to hum for the rest of the flight. For those of you who do not know, Clock Town is from The Legend of Zelda, Majora's Mask. The game only last three days in the game, and then you have to reset it with a song you play on the ocarina. Once played, you keep your items and such, but the world around you resets. Treasure chests are replaced, everyone goes through the same routine as the last three days, etc. It is a very catchy uplifting tune.
     During the layover in Denver, I met three pleasant people. The first let me sit next to him while we waited to board. It's nice when people aren't uncomfortable with strangers are sitting next to them. Showed him my rubber band animal that I found, and while it was on my wrist, I asked him what animal he thought it could be if I told him it was an animal. I told him to give it just one guess. He didn't guess and gave up anyway. I always prefer when people give at least one guess, no matter how far off it may be. He was surprised to find out that it was a squirrel when I showed him. We talked about how funny it was and that it was good luck that I found it, and then we began boarding.
     While boarding, I met this black man that looked like that one shorter guy from Mad Tv if I remember correctly. All I did was tell him I liked his beard because of the way it kinda jutted out from his face. It looked arabic, but I wouldn't know. It made him very friendly and talkative though. He was one of those strangers that, once you get the conversation going, they cannot stop. He was cool, and "from Jersey."
     Side note: While I'm typing, my cat Princess is eating my squirrel rubber band and snapping it on my wrist while Oliver watches jealously.
     The last pleasant man I ran into was the guy that was seated next to me on the plane. He was heading to San Diego from Montana. I don't remember much about him except that we chatted a bit and we switched books. He read some of The Little Prince, and I took his Shapeshifter fiction story. His was a harder read than The Little Prince, but I forced myself to read it as long as he read The Little Prince. I read his in hopes that he wouldn't stop reading mine. He got to what seemed like the king's planet or so when he dropped the book for sleep.
     From here is where my day began to make its way downhill it feels like.
     I got tired and decided to sleep too. I didn't get much last night anyway. When I awoke, we were getting ready to land, but we got some crazy turbulence. This was the worst turbulence I had ever seen. My seatbelt was very snug, but my mom and brother were catching some air in their seats. The entire plane was actually pretty worried. I began breathing fast, my brother began gripping his armrest, and my mom began laughing. Yes, she was laughing. I don't care if she does it because shes nervous or not, but when she was looking at me the whole time, it was pretty freaky. The turbulence lasted about ten minutes, and I felt really unsafe. I don't want to take a plane for a while now. 
     When we got to the airport, my brother kept impatiently walking ahead of us and he went to go grab our bags. He grabbed a similar one that ended up being someone else's. He has the patience of my dad sometimes.
     Random rants sidenote: Urinals in my opinion are a waste of space. They only serve one purpose. It's nice to have something to mix it up in the restroom for dudes, but here are my thoughts on them. They aren't as useful as regular toilets. There really isn't much special about basically going on the wall. Lastly, depending on the urinal, no one really knows if it has been recently flushed or not, so the kind souls who do flush might even be wasting water. Also, they make me paranoid because you're out in the open. There is even an itouch app that helps you pick the best urinal location depending on which around you are in use. Plus, when I was in grade school, I was afraid of ricochet. It happens! Tedious, tedious.
     I can't start my happy family notes yet. I want to, but none of the time I'm spending with my family is really a pleasurable experience. Today I brought up cars on the way back to Oceanside from San Diego. After seeing a very nice car pass us, I told them that I'm not interested in nice cars at all really. I prefer banged up point a to point b cars that are sentimental and reliable. The first thing my mom said is, "The Exterra isn't banged up. It's actually in good condition." Why does my family have to disagree so often? I wasn't referring to the Exterra really, just sentimental cars in general. I don't know, I just feel like there are so many other ways my mom could have responded while still voicing her opinion. Also, for my rant I would like to say that I feel like my family expects me to do them wrong in everything I do. I won't go into details, because it's just tedious.
     When we got back, I just wanted to go on a walk because in the skipped details, my mom found a way to assume the worst in something and get mad at me. I helped unpack, I lay with my face in Lil' Blou my prinny pillow for a few moments, I plugged in The Format, and I walked to my neighborhood spot. It's the one right next to Melrose with large grassy hill and a random sidewalk cutting it into very uneven halves. I sang, laying on the sloped concrete and watching the sunset.
     A murder of crows flew by. I like that group name for crows. It seems so fitting. Not that it's dark, but it just sounds like you're talking about a crow filled sky.
     A plane also flew by. It left no trail like I was used to. It just politely passed as it looked so tiny and was so quiet. It was very white and it looked delicate on its all blue plane. White planes on blue planes. I'm writing that one down.
     Before the sunset finished, I got up and walked around Jeffrie's Ranch. Jeffrie's Ranch is the name of my neighborhood because every street is named after some breed of horse, some famous horse, or something horse related. I apologize to Todd for this inconvenience because he lividly loathes horses.
     Since I've been reading The Little Prince, I was incredibly happy to see a rose on my walk. It was beautiful indeed. I couldn't even count the amount of petals it had or how large it was in bloom. I remembered the book and wondered, "who tends this special little rose with a such a purposeful posture and identity?"
     When I returned home, I talked to Snix about getting my bike and my package. My brother took me and I began opening it when I got it. I didn't want to wait until I got home. I then closed it and decided it would be better to sit down and be able to sort through it all at once.
     I got some wonderful things in that package. I received a six page letter that I read immediately, a snug orange hemp necklace that I put on immediately, a beanie, and some other nice little things. The beanie's smell numbed me for a while. I keep picking it back up and smelling it.
     Since I've been so frustrated and feeling so alienated with my family, I tried talking to my brother today. He was trying to help, and he was definitely much more understanding than my parents. He even listened to me a lot more, but something about the way he kept trying to give me advice like and sounding like many before him made the conversation somewhat uncomfortable. One thing I pulled from it though, is that we've been getting along the rest of the night.
     I have more Astronomy to study, but to my understanding, some of my small audience of readers are sick. Get better. Sweet dreams readers.

Baby it's -6 outside February 1, 2011

     I wrote a new poem last night, but I did some re-editing this morning. I've grown to really like it. I think it's good, but maybe not. In any case, it's really vague, but I love ambiguous poetry. I like hearing what things mean to people, and then finding out what the author meant it to be. Whether they match up doesn't matter so much, but it's multiple found meanings can be held by all. I'm of course referring to ambiguous poetry in general, because even though I'm happy with what I wrote, I don't know if it's anything spectacular.

    

A controversial word

To be claimed with capitalization

I’ll use it when I can

Remembering it when I can’t

Freud will snicker with delight

Because I am fond of my grammar

     I have trouble finding titles, and going back to edit poems later, but I enjoy taking pride in my progress.

     Alright, so not much is happening right now. My brother and mom are staying out of the cold. Hm...what if I added a "u" to the word "cold?" Would it suddenly be fancy or old English? Probably not, but why not? Why does "color" get a "u" to make it fancy. Oh, I guess it would be misread as "could," and I guess "could" is a word of it's own. Maybe cold just avoids the "u" for the sake of the people and reading, but it secretly wants a "u" to become fancy. It envies the word "colour." Poor "could" didn't mean to get in the way of "cold" and his dreams.

     My brother is going to get on soon, so I'm going to read the little prince some more.

     Ah, did I say that yesterday my fear of heights came back briefly on an escalator? It was very strange. "Why am I trying to walk back down, this is an escalator, I don't think I've ever been afraid of an escalator before." This was what I was vaguely thinking. It was incredibly strange. It was only on that one escalator, I rode plenty that day.

     I've emailed my teachers about my absence while in Colorado.

     Ah, I saw English muffins in the hotel breakfast area this morning. It made me recall something funny about English muffins.

     I also had a dream last night. In my dream I sat through two movies with Jessi. In one, Meg and Kevin joined us, and in the other, the theater had turned around and it was only us. After the movies we resumed our day realizing that it might be a while. We were being followed by some people, but it was just nice to see her. I've been dreaming enough lately, now if only I can realize I'm dreaming. I held her hand throughout the movies though. That was nice.

     Well then, until the day is at hand!
     I have two sweatshirts on.
     I'm going to establish two more things about my family that drive me crazy. Afterward, I will move on and move on to a series about things I love about my family. I would like to work harder on getting along with them somehow. I won't go into detail, because it is unnecessary and counterproductive now.
1. They are quick to assume, one thing that I tend to be afraid of because I dislike when people even non relatives assume or put words in my mouth.
2. They are quick to get offended and defensive in conversation.
Okay, from here on I plan to begin saying things I like about my family even on the days they get me down.
     I looked for Matt today to no avail. Pretty much since we woke up, we've been driving around Colorado looking for Mormon Churches. We just got back.  First we looked local, then we found out his apartment might be in Canon Colorado, so we drove an hour out that way. I'm not able to reveal my source, but we found out the location of the apartment he is staying in. Sadly, he wasn't there, so we found out he actually WAS in Colorado Springs doing meetings all day. We found information that led us to the building he was meeting at, but we showed up late. We were told that he MIGHT show up later. We had dinner and went back. After we waited there for an hour, no dice. Tomorrow we plan to wake up super early before our flight back home and surprise him early in the morning at his apartment in Canon. I feel very confident that we'll get to see him still. If he leaves earlier than we arrive for some reason, we have already left something on his doorstep to let him know we were there. It might break his heart a bit if we don't see him though. 
     Today instead of fighting my own battle, I've been trying to help someone else fight theirs. On top of my own, and looking for Matt. I'm just trying to blast some music and wind down.
     It was REALLY cold today.
     More to come tomorrow, I just can't think well right now. Goodnight bloggers, sweet dreams =]
     Hm, I'm not done. I don't know what I want to talk about, but I want to make another edit. I might write a poem or something. We shall see.