Today, my family replaced our previous vehicle with a used car that is very, very much like a car we once owned.
It's scaring me a little bit, actually. It makes me feel like I'm seven again.
However, I am grateful for this new vehicle. It will get me places.
And make me feel even more like a little kid.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
June 29, 2012: The Green, Mean... Driving Machine?
My family's car died today.
It was green.
It was mean.
It was indeed a driving machine.
And it got scrapped for $211.
It has been our mode of transportation for the past eight years, and it will be missed.
Thanks for getting me places, O dead vehicle.
It was green.
It was mean.
It was indeed a driving machine.
And it got scrapped for $211.
It has been our mode of transportation for the past eight years, and it will be missed.
Thanks for getting me places, O dead vehicle.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
June 28, 2012: Classical Music
Lots of people don't appreciate it anymore.
I was one of them, once. Briefly.
When I was a wee, naked baby.
But I learned as I grew.
Classical music is a beautiful thing.
I was one of them, once. Briefly.
When I was a wee, naked baby.
But I learned as I grew.
Classical music is a beautiful thing.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
June 27, 2012: Short People
I like feeling tall.
Although there are times that I miss being a shorty.
Although there are times that I miss being a shorty.
But instead of being bitter about my height, I will simply give thanks for the short people I know.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
June 26, 2012: Popsicles
Cold and delicious.
Perfect for a summer day.
Yes.
That's all.
Goodbye.
This post is over now.
Perfect for a summer day.
Yes.
That's all.
Goodbye.
This post is over now.
June 25, 2012: Crazy Awesome Accents
I will one day marry a girl, and I really hope she has an accent.
Irish, preferably.
Because and Irish accent is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
Because and Irish accent is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
Also.
Brave is a very good movie.
You should see it.
You should see it.
They have accents.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
June 24, 2012: Sunscreen
It's nice to not get sunburned.
It's not so nice to be thinking this after you've forgotten how nice it is to not get sunburned.
In the future, I will remember you, sunscreen.
It's not so nice to be thinking this after you've forgotten how nice it is to not get sunburned.
In the future, I will remember you, sunscreen.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
June 22, 2012: Hot Baths
When your body is annoyed and mad and upset and in pain, take a hot bath.
It helps.
June 21, 2012: Mr. Kennington
Normally, with this blog, I do not name people. I normally remain intentionally vague about identities and such things.
Today is different. Today I am blogging about a specific person that I want everyone on the planet to know about.
Mr. Kennington.
This man is one of the most wonderful people I have had the good fortune to meet in my life.
The previous headmaster of my previous high school, I only really spoke with him a few times. But he knew who I was. He always asked about how I was doing, and I could always tell that he genuinely cared.
He also, with the help of my tenth grade English teacher, helped me learn to love Shakespeare's works. No one loves Shakespeare as much Mr. K. I can't even fathom the idea of a person more passionate about the Bard than Justin Kennington. His passion is inspiring. It allowed curiosity to build in the minds of students (particularly mine), making us wonder how. How can a simple playwright born hundreds of years ago whose words are often harder to understand than an ogre talking in his sleep be all that wonderful?
I don't know how to answer that question. It still doesn't quite make sense to me. But I have learned to love Shakespeare regardless.
Words, words, words...
I seem to be rambling a bit. Allow me to try and get back on track.
Mr. K.
Great man.
I was very sorry to hear he had been let go.
I wonder what on Earth could have made the Karl G. Maeser Preparatory Academy school board think that the man who gave their school identity and spirit; the man who did more personally to help that school become the great place it was, was no longer needed.
Mr. Kennington, you remain in my prayers.
You convinced me to attend the school you were headmaster of, where I made numerous friends and learned to think, as well memorize.
You inspired me to read the works of the Bard, and my life has forever been changed because of it.
You helped me get into theatre, the world in which I now refuse to leave on most days.
I am and always will be grateful for you and the impact you had on my life.
Thank you.
Today is different. Today I am blogging about a specific person that I want everyone on the planet to know about.
Mr. Kennington.
This man is one of the most wonderful people I have had the good fortune to meet in my life.
The previous headmaster of my previous high school, I only really spoke with him a few times. But he knew who I was. He always asked about how I was doing, and I could always tell that he genuinely cared.
He also, with the help of my tenth grade English teacher, helped me learn to love Shakespeare's works. No one loves Shakespeare as much Mr. K. I can't even fathom the idea of a person more passionate about the Bard than Justin Kennington. His passion is inspiring. It allowed curiosity to build in the minds of students (particularly mine), making us wonder how. How can a simple playwright born hundreds of years ago whose words are often harder to understand than an ogre talking in his sleep be all that wonderful?
I don't know how to answer that question. It still doesn't quite make sense to me. But I have learned to love Shakespeare regardless.
Words, words, words...
I seem to be rambling a bit. Allow me to try and get back on track.
Mr. K.
Great man.
I was very sorry to hear he had been let go.
I wonder what on Earth could have made the Karl G. Maeser Preparatory Academy school board think that the man who gave their school identity and spirit; the man who did more personally to help that school become the great place it was, was no longer needed.
Mr. Kennington, you remain in my prayers.
You convinced me to attend the school you were headmaster of, where I made numerous friends and learned to think, as well memorize.
You inspired me to read the works of the Bard, and my life has forever been changed because of it.
You helped me get into theatre, the world in which I now refuse to leave on most days.
I am and always will be grateful for you and the impact you had on my life.
Thank you.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
June 20, 2012: Highly-Functioning Sociopaths
In case you couldn't tell from the title of this post, I just watched the first episode of BBC's Sherlock.
Me gusta.
Me gusta.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
June 19, 2012: Dead Characters
Beloved, hated, of meh-quality, or merely there for dramatic effect, good stories include a death somewhere.
Despite the tears that are often shed because of their untimely (and yet so very timely, generally) demises, I am grateful for the fact them, for their deaths, and for the normally fictional lives they led before they met the tall man wearing black.
Despite the tears that are often shed because of their untimely (and yet so very timely, generally) demises, I am grateful for the fact them, for their deaths, and for the normally fictional lives they led before they met the tall man wearing black.
Monday, June 18, 2012
June 18, 2012: Printers
They... print stuff.
And, consequently, can be the source/cause/aid/friend/enemy in many an adventure.
And, consequently, can be the source/cause/aid/friend/enemy in many an adventure.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
June 17, 2012: Latin Roots
While talking to someone today, I made up a word.
And it was a real word.
And I felt smart.
I told my friend how I felt. She asked for a speech.
So I wrote the following:
But then, one day, I had a teacher who was different. I had a teacher who was excited about life.
A teacher who taught us all a person ever needs to know in life - Latin roots.
I know. I know. You're probably all thinking "Wait! What about math, and history, and all those other
And it was a real word.
And I felt smart.
I told my friend how I felt. She asked for a speech.
So I wrote the following:
Once, I wasn't smart. I was an ignorant child, just like many of you are now.
But then, one day, I had a teacher who was different. I had a teacher who was excited about life.
A teacher who taught us all a person ever needs to know in life - Latin roots.
I know. I know. You're probably all thinking "Wait! What about math, and history, and all those other
things that teachers say are important?"
To those of you thinking that, I have this to say:
Your teachers are lying to you.
Math?
Please. Numbers do nothing for you, aside from buying candy at the local grocery store.
But Latin roots... Those are the biggies.
They give you such freedom, such confidence in life, that you will start doing big things.
Things like making up a word for a situation, and finding out later that the word already existed, that
the word meant what you meant it to mean, and that you used it correctly.
Latin roots, my friends. Latin roots.
If you can sound smart, people around you will think you are smart.
And if you are surrounded by people who think you are smart, you ARE smart.
Thank you.
And that was that.
Also, it's my birthday.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
June 15, 2012: Hollywood Super-Star, Shia LaBeouf
He has robot friends.
He has robot enemies.
Robots surround him.
He's SHIA LABEOUF!
Penguins?
SHIA LABEOUF!
More robots?
SHIA LABEOUF!
Actual cannibal, Shia LaBeouf!
---
... Don't ask.
He has robot enemies.
Robots surround him.
He's SHIA LABEOUF!
Penguins?
SHIA LABEOUF!
More robots?
SHIA LABEOUF!
Actual cannibal, Shia LaBeouf!
---
... Don't ask.
June 15, 2012: Proper Technique
There are some tasks one may perform in very nearly any manner and the job will get done exactly as efficiently as if they hade done it the way it was taught to them.
There are some tasks that can also be performed in very nearly any manner and the job will get done, just not quite as well or as efficiently as if the person did it the way they were taught to.
And then there are some things that must be done exactly the right way or else it might be just off, or else completely wrong.
Typing is one of the second. Apparently, upon learning the proper technique of something you thought you already knew, you actually get to start completely over again. I went from about 60 to 65 wpm to... about 20.
Learn the proper technique the first time.
It's worth it.
I'm serious.
There are some tasks that can also be performed in very nearly any manner and the job will get done, just not quite as well or as efficiently as if the person did it the way they were taught to.
And then there are some things that must be done exactly the right way or else it might be just off, or else completely wrong.
Typing is one of the second. Apparently, upon learning the proper technique of something you thought you already knew, you actually get to start completely over again. I went from about 60 to 65 wpm to... about 20.
Learn the proper technique the first time.
It's worth it.
I'm serious.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
June 14, 2012: Partner Dances
From ballet to ballroom, dancing with another person is always exciting, entertaining, and totally worth the time spent learning.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
June 13, 2012: Cuteness
Not hotness, not sexiness, not any of that-ness.
Cuteness.
Cute people are just so adorably lovable that one can't help but want to always be their friend forever.
Cuteness.
Cute people are just so adorably lovable that one can't help but want to always be their friend forever.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
June 12, 2012: Goats
There's something about them that's undeniably adorable. Especially when they're babies.
Monday, June 11, 2012
June 11, 2012: Slippers
The dancing kind, the just-got-out-of-bed kind, and any other kinds that might come to mind.
They help your feet out in various ways, whether it's keeping them warm or protected from harm.
Thanks, slippers.
They help your feet out in various ways, whether it's keeping them warm or protected from harm.
Thanks, slippers.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
June 10, 2012: Old Books
You open it, and you can hear its bones creaking. Your finger comes away from the cover with a coating of dust. You breathe in, and you smell history.
This book has seen a lot over the years. It's been through presidents, wars, and natural disasters. It's seen marriages, moved houses, and helped stop tears.
This book has its own life story. A story that will never be shared.
This book has seen a lot over the years. It's been through presidents, wars, and natural disasters. It's seen marriages, moved houses, and helped stop tears.
This book has its own life story. A story that will never be shared.
June 9, 2012: IT people.
They have to go through so much.
People don't appreciate them nearly enough.
So thank you, IT people. Thank you.
People don't appreciate them nearly enough.
So thank you, IT people. Thank you.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
June 7, 2012: Summer School
This might seem odd.
And it's probably an unpopular opinion.
But I am currently sitting in a computer lab at Lehi High School, and I'm glad I'm here. Becaaaauuuse....
Summer school means I have fewer classes to take during the school year.
It also means I'm not sitting at home, enduring insufferable boredom and sitting in front of my computer at home, being COMPLETELY unproductive.
Also, my medication does things to me.
GOOD things...
But things no less.
I'm done now. I hope you enjoyed your insight to my uh.. Personal life? I'm not sure what that would be considered.
I'm rambling. Sorry. I'm actually done now.
'Cause I'm at summer school. (x
And it's probably an unpopular opinion.
But I am currently sitting in a computer lab at Lehi High School, and I'm glad I'm here. Becaaaauuuse....
Summer school means I have fewer classes to take during the school year.
It also means I'm not sitting at home, enduring insufferable boredom and sitting in front of my computer at home, being COMPLETELY unproductive.
Also, my medication does things to me.
GOOD things...
But things no less.
I'm done now. I hope you enjoyed your insight to my uh.. Personal life? I'm not sure what that would be considered.
I'm rambling. Sorry. I'm actually done now.
'Cause I'm at summer school. (x
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
June 6, 2012: Salsa Cookies
Don't let the awkward thumbnail put you off. This video is quite, quite entertaining.
June 5, 2012: The Little Dipper
Sometimes I go stargazing. And I can't find the little dipper.
Because I can't see it, I search for a long time.
This keeps me outside in the beauty of nature, looking at stars for a long time.
Stars are wonderful things.
I don't know where this post is going, really. So I think I'll just end it.
Because I can't see it, I search for a long time.
This keeps me outside in the beauty of nature, looking at stars for a long time.
Stars are wonderful things.
I don't know where this post is going, really. So I think I'll just end it.
Monday, June 4, 2012
June 4, 2012: Bacon-Flavored Popcorn
I've never had the stuff.
But I'm still grateful for it.
Mostly because it was the reason I ended up with a great friend.
But I'm still grateful for it.
Mostly because it was the reason I ended up with a great friend.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
June 3, 2012: Irish Bands
Combine music (one of the greatest things imaginable) and Irish accents (another one of the most fantastical things that could possibly be thought up), and you get pure fantastic.
It's true.
It's true.
Friday, June 1, 2012
June 1, 2012: Forcefields of Awesomeness
Starting with waking up, my day hasn't been too wonderful.
I barely had time to put something and scarf down something barely resembling breakfast before I was taken off to band practice.
Note: By "band practice," I mean a few of my friends and myself sitting around and trying to make music happen, generally without much success.
Headache.
Being told I wasn't going to be able to see a friend I was really hoping to see.
Just little things like that have all stacked up and made me a little grumpster.
Then I got home.
And I see my nephews playing around with some toys I don't remember ever knowing about in my life.
Then one of them turns to the other and says "You are no match for my forcefield of AWESOMENESS!"
I had to smile.
And then my day started looking a bit brighter.
The end.
I barely had time to put something and scarf down something barely resembling breakfast before I was taken off to band practice.
Note: By "band practice," I mean a few of my friends and myself sitting around and trying to make music happen, generally without much success.
Headache.
Being told I wasn't going to be able to see a friend I was really hoping to see.
Just little things like that have all stacked up and made me a little grumpster.
Then I got home.
And I see my nephews playing around with some toys I don't remember ever knowing about in my life.
Then one of them turns to the other and says "You are no match for my forcefield of AWESOMENESS!"
I had to smile.
And then my day started looking a bit brighter.
The end.
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