Winter Intermission: Re-vibed

Re-vibed? Is that even a word? Oh well.

So, Christmas was almost certainly a disaster. lol. I got home from my Dad's house, and within ten minutes of me stepping through the door, my mom was yelling at me. Fancy that.

And then I came to a revelation of what I should be doing with my life (which isn't procrastinating), and then she yells at me some more. Thanks for the welcome wagon.

I've also come to the realization that I don't need a relationship to show who I am. I can do it by myself, without anyone else's help. And, if I am to be a writer, I will most likely be by myself anyway. At least for now.

Random skill--Calligraphy. I have it. And, now that I have a dip pen and some real ink, I'm getting really good at it. And now I'm going to sell my skill. Anyone reading this that wishes to rent my skill, please comment on any of my posts, and I will get in contact with you as soon as possible. Expect samples.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Week 19: Writing

I've been working on my book quite a while the last few days. And, I believe it's coming along very well. My mentor has even told me how well I've been doing. Apparently, I've exceeded all her expectations. Imagine that. lol.

So, some dude under an alias is trying to diss my best friend on topix.com. Yeah...he's a douche. Basic psychology tells you that. And why he's doing it.

Turns out I misunderstood Lydia when she replied before the dance. She said she wasn't planning on going with anyone. Meh. I guess it wasn't so fabulous anyway. Before it was all said and done, I couldn't even get a single dance. Hmph. Now that I look back, I could have at least had a good time.

And, by the way, if anyone sees this that still plays the first Starcraft, please, tell me. I'll be waiting.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

The REAL Week 17: Springback

Yeah, so she rejected...said she was planning to go with someone else. Oh well.

It seems like I always write better when I'm like this. So, time for hours of writing tonight! Yay!

Class was pretty boring today. Like, all of them.

Rented my tux for Mistletoe Ball today. Black jacket with white shirt, black slacks, a kiwi vest, and a kiwi long tie. Oh man I'm gonna be sexy.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Intermission, Fin: The Invitation

Tomorrow I ask Lydia. It's kinda pathetic that I'm worrying about it so much right now...

I mean, is this really natural to worry so much? I mean, I've asked girls out on dates before, but this is unbelievable. I guess I just want to make sure nothing goes wrong.

My mom is getting pretty peeved that I'm having fun? That's a little strange. She just came in my room and said that my interests are an inconvenience to the family. Weird.

Give me your prayers, people (that are or aren't reading this!)

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Intermission, Day 2: Rebuilding

It's funny how you find you enjoy your life when you're happy to be alive.

Seriously, I've found, in the last couple of days, I'm extremely happy. I don't know why, but I am. Maybe it's the promise of good things to come. Maybe it's the fact that I finally got done with the script for my next school project. Or maybe it's because I've been thinking about Lydia. Like, a lot. Yep, that's probably it.

So, update on the epic (senior project). I've decided to name it "Thirteen," at least temporarily, and I'm already about a fourth done with it. It's coming together very well, if I may say so.

So, if anyone has any suggestions, I'd like to ask you a question: how is a guy supposed to ask a girl out on a date?

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Intermission, Day 1: Hope

Hey again. I thought I would go through all my older posts, and see how I've changed so far.

Holy crap. I think I either have major mood swings or I'm just always looking down on myself. Or I'm just always overzealous. Hmph.

So, I was reading what I had said about Lydia from so long ago. I guess nothing's really changed (except for the interest meter staying at 7, not 2). She's still staring at me interestedly, and I haven't really been trying to return the favor. I'm going to start that as soon as possible. And, I'm gonna start reading the book again. It seems to have worked before, so maybe it'll work again. And I'll actually make sure she knows it's a date. lol.

But, you know, I'll just have to be positive about it. Wait...I have Allie's number...maybe I can ask her something about her. Yeah, that'll work.

Please give me your prayers that I can stay strong and do this.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Week 17: Epic Movies and the Like

So, I watched Avatar for like the billionth time tonight...and it's still epic. I have to say, it was definitely the movie of the century.

Umm, the reason I'm updating so early in the week is because today was officially the last day of school this week. Yay. So, technically, I just finished out week 17 in hel--I mean, school. :D

I've started to notice that the perfect moments for me to ask Lydia to the dance are those moments when I finally get her alone, and then someone comes around and messes everything up or we suddenly leave (to the next class). Yeah. This sucks. But I've decided that I will ask her next week. No matter what.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Week 16: Putting My Best Foot Forward

Has anyone ever seen someone who truly tried to just blend into the background, but they end up being the most amazing person around?

I think I have in the last week. The girl I was talking about from so long ago, Lydia, if you remember her. I've just now noticed that she's very quiet all the time (because I almost never noticed her before). She's always listening to Allie talk about her boyfriend (which isn't me, remember), and just acts excited for her, but never says anything about any interests of her own. She always walks through the halls with those who either never talk or just talk to her about their interests. I mean, the only thing I know she's interested in (in the half-year at the same table during lunch) is Harry Potter. I mean, there's really nothing else she lets on.

And, apparently, she either is waiting for one specific guy, or she's just passed over when guys are looking for a girlfriend. So, my two best friends (without me telling them anything) suggests that I ask her to "Mistletoe Ball," our Christmas dance. I'm hoping to be able to put my best foot forward, and either

1. Catch her eye
2. Confirm my suspicion, or
3. Learn that she's truly uninterested in herself (which would only make me more obligated to take her.)

Well, if you go by what I have so far. 

And, by the way, she keeps stealing glances when she thinks I'm not looking. When I eat lunch, she's staring past one of my friends and toward me, and as soon as I look up or toward her, she snaps either down to her food or over to Allie...

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Week 15: Emptiness

Sorry I haven't updated in a while...I've just been kinda under the weather and, well, to be honest, I haven't been the best person. I allowed an old addiction to resurface, but I'm fine now.

So, Allie actually didn't have any type of interest in me, did not want to go for coffee, and was far more immature than I had ever imagined...and now I'm glad nothing ever happened. I don't think I could stand anyone so immature.

Everyone's trying to get me to go to the next dance, but I never go to a dance unless I have a date...I don't know if I'll have a date by then or not, soo...

And with that, *POOF*! I'm gone

Week 10: Waiting

So, apparently I won't be going for coffee for quite a while...November 6, to be exact. It should be her last competition.

But, I'm not worried about the wait. I know that everything is gonna work out. I've just come to an epiphany, and I know I'm at my best right now.

Passed midterms with flying colors, and nothing seems to be too drab anymore.

Just three days of school next week. Yay for the second half of Fall Break! :D

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Week 9: Coffee

So, I realized that with the amount of work I have to do, I shouldn't really be uploading every day...rather, I'll upload once a week.

After so long, I have a real date...I'm going out for coffee with my "study partner" from AP History.
First off, holy crap she is amazing. She's #3 in the junior class, she's in band, she wants to teach me how to dance, and she's the most beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on.

But, there's a little bit of a kink...she's in band CONSTANTLY because it's marching season, and they don't even have one open Saturday except for this one. And, it seems like most of the junior class is vying for her attention. But hey, she accepted me first. Ooh yeah.

It's just kinda strange how one of my best friends keeps saying that I don't have a chance. I know that if God wants it for me, as it seems so obvious, I will receive it.

So, midterms tomorrow...for year-long classes. Yeah, kinda strange. They're supposed to be quarter tests. lol.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Day 20: Rebuilding

So sorry it's been so long. I just had a lot of homework. Lucky me.

So, I want to thank Boss Mongo for being my first follower. Dude, you've really helped me, and I hope we might stay in contact.

Ooh ooh...I want you guys to see something...I have chosen my Senior Project as "Creative Writing," and this is the Intro to the epic (yes, epic, like Lord of the Rings) I'm writing: 

Introduction

“Where are you Mommy?” a child cried out in the night. “Mommy? Where are you?” The child crawled out of his bed, and began to search his dark room. “Mommy…I’m scared,” he whined. He totters over to a corner of the room where he remembers his mother was hiding, and he slips on the wet floor.

“Oww…Mommy, I’m hurt. Mommy?” The room is dimly lit, and as he is lying on the floor, he sees the mobile hanging over his bed. It was glistening red in the orange light from the street. “Mommy, I’m wet,” he complained as he got up from the floor. Moving slowly, he gets to where his mother was cowering when they heard the strange noises, but he doesn’t see his mother. “Mommy? Where are you?”

“Alexander, are you in here, darling?” spoke a familiar voice from the hallway.

A figure much larger than Alexander lumbered through the doorway. “Alexander, there you are dear. I was worried about you.”

“Where’s Mommy? Why doesn’t she answer me?” Alexander asked. He started to walk toward the man, but slips and falls in the large red puddle.

“She’s gone away for a little while, Alex. She’s okay.” He picks Alex up from the puddle, and they move down the hallway toward the front room. As they pass the rooms, Alex glances the interiors—one was burning, another was red like his room, and one more was barred shut.

“What’s behind the closed door, Daddy?” Alexander asked as he stretches to keep the door in view.

“Nothing, dear. It’s just a closed door,” he reassures him. The man speeds up, and rounds the last corner to the front room.

Alexander finally loses sight of the door, and looks back to his father’s face. It was dotted red and had a cut across his left cheek. “Daddy, why are we moving so fast? And why do you have that red mark across your face?”

His father does not answer him, and finally reaches the front room. The portraits of Alexander that were hanging all over the walls had fallen, and lay in a pile on the floor. The TV was blaring, and though Alex couldn’t read, he could make out a few words they were saying: “Skraeg, attack, and ten thousand dead.” His father rushes out of the house, and meets the Federation Officer in charge of the protection of the outskirt town.

“William,” the man yells, “did you find him?” The man was wearing a Federation Uniform, which was all blue with numerous medals, and held an assault rifle at his side. It was still smoking.

“Yes sir, and he’s in great shape,” William replied. “There were no others I could find, though.” William stared down at the Alexander’s face, and wiped a drop of blood off his cheek. Alexander giggles, and plays with his father's hand.

“Were you able to save her?” The man in uniform asked. Alexander looks at the officer with the giggle still on his face, and notices a building on fire behind him. It had a body draped over the windowsill, and it was burning now, too. "Daddy? Who's that?"

William ignored Alexander, and looked at the man in uniform. "Umm…no. She was…” William broke off. A tear formed in the corner of his eye.

"Daddy? Why are you crying?" asked Alexander innocently. He reached up to his father's face and wiped the tear from his eye. William let out a soft sob, and then smiled into the beaming face of his son.

“William, there was nothing you could do. It was a Ripper squad, led by a Behemoth, no less. It was a miracle Alexander survived, or even you.”

“Thank you, Colonel Hart,” William sniffled. He wiped his nose with his left sleeve, and started to walk away from the man in uniform.

“William, leave the child here. I need you to search the other houses.”

“But sir, he doesn’t even know what happened,” William said as he turned around.

"Please don't leave, Daddy," begged Alexander.

“It’s best it stays that way. Give him here,” ordered the Colonel. William slowly allowed Alexander to fall into his hands, and then stepped back just a step, reluctant to leave. “Here, take this,” the Colonel said as he handed William his assault rifle. “You’ll need it.”

“Thank you, sir,” said William as he started to turn around again.

"Daddy!" Alexander screamed. "Come back. What if you leave too?" Alexander started pushing on Colonel Hart's chest, but could not budge his arms.

“I'm gonna be right back, darling," William said as he kissed his son's forehead. He smiled into the child's face, and looked up at the Colonel. "Which house, sir?”

“Third on the left, and save any you can. If you can’t, don’t worry about it. And if you see any Skraeg, shoot and run. And that’s an order. And don't worry…He'll be fine."

"Thank you, sir," replied William as he turned towards the third house on the left, which was now crumbling.

"Daddy!" Alexander screamed again.

"He'll be fine, son," comforted Colonel Hart. "He's the best for this job, and he loves you. He'll come back soon."

"But…" Alexander sniffled. A beam falling from a burning building surprised him, and he held onto the Colonel.

"It's okay, little one. Look--there he is! Wave to your daddy." William had turned around just before he walked into the building, and was waving toward his son.

He entered the building, and then the Colonel's radio turned on. There was a lot of screaming, and Alexander buried his head into the Colonel's chest.

"We have two hostiles on the ship!" yelled the captain of the patrolling Valkyre. "Repeat, we have reported two hostiles on the ship! One Hopper, one Ripper! Please advise!"

"How many dead?" yelled the Colonel back.

"We now have twelve of an original twenty dead! No firepower in ship! Please advise!" The Colonel looks around, and spots the Valkyre, now in flames, falling toward the town.

"You have no chance of evacuation. Craft is on fire. You also have three more Hoppers on the side of the ship, probably three more Rippers in the ship. Please stay at controls as long as possible and direct away from the town. Do you copy?" All the Colonel hears is static at the other end.

"Oh…my…" was all the Colonel was able to utter as he saw the ball of flame falling towards the town.

Alexander turns to look at the new source of light, and sees the ship falling toward the street they were standing on. The Colonel starts to run to an alley connecting that street with another out of the way of the ball of flame. Alexander looks at the Colonel's worried face, and asks, "What about Daddy?"

"He’s gone away for a little while, Alex. He’s okay."

And just as he said those words, the Valkyre lands on the third house on the left.



So, how'd you guys like it? Good, huh? Chilling? Emotional? Please leave a response to the intro!
 
And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Day 9: Hope

I may be a freak, but I won't bow to you.

Soo...I'm feeling much better today than yesterday, if that's possible. I have been using the advice given in my book, "Your Best Life Now" by Joel Olsteen, and I have had things go my way. I've been able to think clearer, and I am just...happy.

Have you ever felt that way? Just complete solace and peace. I think it's easiest achieved by staring at a dying fire, alone (or holding onto someone special), in complete silence because you don't want to wake the others in the house, and you feel...complete. That's happened to me once. I didn't care if I died that night. I just knew that I was good. I was saved, I had no regrets, and...I was surrounded (metaphorically) by many friends.

I guess I just feel like the barrier between me and God has been lifted or stretched so far that I can see right through it.

I'm learning to appreciate everything I come into contact with, and I'm starting to. My MP3 player busted on the bus yesterday, and I just put it up, didn't obsess about it, so just started talking to my friends. Everything is just a blessing in disguise.

For anyone reading this, take the time to just proclaim your positive future. Just remember that you control your future by your thoughts, and your thought influences your actions, and your actions affect your life. If you just think positively, such as, "I'm gonna date her soon," or "My career WILL start to move along the right tracks," it'll happen. You influence your own future. Remember to thank God afterwards. It'll keep the blessings coming. You just have to accept them.

Still looking for a name for my main character.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Days 7 & 8: Peacefulness

So sorry I didn't get to post yesterday. I had a huge amount of homework...for one subject. But I'll get to that later.

This is officially the happiest day of my life. (Day 8) First off, on Day 7, I was really enlightened by a book I had, and I started to apply the principles introduced in the book. Second, I woke up to a cool, crisp morning (in the midst of a hellisly hot week), and third (drumroll please), I got to play...STARCRAFT II! Everything is amazing, and I just love what they've done with it. It is only 26 missions long, and those are only Terran, but I'm hoping for an expansion or five.

First block, I had a test. Over the whole freaking unit. The eigth day into the school year. Yeah...but, I think I aced it. I mean, I did over 3 hours of what's called a "Reading Check," which is comprehensive over just the fifth chapter, and I think I understand it better now. But...it was a little long...14 pages and 63 problems...I think someone just wants to make our lives a bit harder.

Second block:  STARCRAFT II. I seriously played that the whole block. We had a substitute, and she didn't care. We were just watching a movie over what we've just read, anyway. So, I sat down in front of a friend's $2000 Alienware laptop, and commenced to wiping out the Zerg population, one bullet at a time.

Third block:  The teacher talked most of the time...pretty boring, actually. We didn't do anything big, anyway.

Last block:  I finally learned how to use Joomla! I was just sitting there, playing around with it, because it is even harder to use than plain HTML. I mean, HTML isn't hard, but it's time consuming. Bleh. Ooh...an adminstrator on Joomla doesn't even get to view the help pages...you have to be a "Super Adminstrator." And the "leader" of the class doesn't want to give me that power yet. I guess she just doesn't trust me yet. Oh well.

This may go against my "drifting" idea, but there is one girl that might be showing interest. I mean, being a loner, I try to stand by myself, and she immediately walked up to me and started talking. And she is not the type to want to just talk to someone so they don't feel so left out. When I was working on a different computer than usual, she decided to sit right next to me. So...if anyone else sees something I don't, please, let me know.

Oh, yeah, I also need a good name for a timid 16-year-old boy and a good title for a story that invloves the same boy who is chosen to wield the power of an "Ancient", although he was not conceived, but created in a lab. Any suggestions?

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Day 6: Drifting

Well, I believe I will no longer try to get a dateable woman. If one lands in my lap, I guess I'll just work from there.

Seriously, the girl I was talking about yesterday...Her interest in me went from 7 to 2 on the ten point scale. Soo...

Finally, my first real Friday of the school year. Whoohoo! So, I shall take my time and pwn a bunch of Locust. (Gears of War, for all you non-gamers)

Still, being Friday, my day was pretty rough. First class, AP Bio, the teacher went on and on about proteins, and how there's anywhere from a 2 to 4 step system to make them. And that just depends on the type of protein. And then that each amino acid that forms the protien was the same, basically, except for a "R" variable, which can hold around 20 different arrays of atoms, creating many different amino acids. Yay.

In AP English, I watched the worst movie EVER. It was the origional Lord of the Flies, and it sucked. I mean, the acting was horrible! I understand the time period did not allow computer generation, but they could have at least made the characters a little bit more realistic, and actually based them on Golding's origional book! Piggy was portrayed as slow and retarded, rather than witty and smart. Ralph was portrayed as immature, rather than the most mature on the island. (he was also supposed to have blonde hair, not brown!) The only one they portrayed well was Jack.

In AP History, I had an essay test. Yay. I think I did all right, except I started to babble during the conclusion. Eh. At least we didn't have to listen too much today.

And then there was Journalism. I had a Photoshop competition with one of the previous Journalism guys that had already graduated. And I blew him out of the water. That was awesome. He was good, I give him that. But, you know, the point was to have fun, and that we did.

So...in conclusion...I had a pretty good day. I don't expect too much, and I will be guaranteed to have a good day. How's that for a wierd philosophy?

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Day 5: Restarting

I still have no followers...wow, this is crappy.

Here I am on my first "Day of Nicknames", if you will. I succeeded, but I don't know how well...eh.

Maybe my life isn't so bass akwards, after all. I mean, I do have an email from YALE in my inbox...And I have about 10 good friends. So...maybe it was just a funk. But, I will still keep my attitude positive and disposition positive.

Eh...I haven't laid out my day in a while, so...

First Class:  AP Bio:  Learned majorly carbohydrate chains and chemical formulas, then we started with lipids. Yeah. It's Bio, but it's really BioChemistry. Yay me.

Second Class:  AP English:  Holy freaking crap it's getting boring. We take way too long going over Lord of the Flies again...it's about to drive me insane. And, we have about three projects that we don't fully know about.

Third Class:  AP History:  I don't think I ever made this clear...We have our lunch at the beginning of the block rather than in the middle to avoid breaks in tests. So...we eat earlier than 4/5 of the school. Yay us. Now, there's a single girl (junior) that sits at my table at lunch, and she's also in my History class...and all through lunch, and I'm not joking, I swear she just stares at me, almost appreciatively. I look over, (with my nice face, mind you) and she quickly turns away. She almost never talks, and she's just the type of person you would want to bring home to your family:  nice, quiet, beautiful, humble, smart...just everything you want in a girl...and she's a CHRISTIAN!!! So...I'm gonna give it a few more days, see how things play out. See if she retains interest.

The pathetic part is, I know her name: Lydia (or at least I think that's how it's spelled), and I've never talked to her before. I've never even said hello. I think I want to say hello tomorrow.

The class itself was...eh. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad. We just learned that Columbus was an extremely evil man who sold sex slaves and thought himself God's messenger. I already knew this because he was my research subject in Spanish II (go figure), but everyone else was like, "Holy crap my teachers have lied to me."

Fourth class:  Journalism:  It's good to be the techie. I think I just usurped the power of the Leading Yearbook Editor, moving myself to #2 and her to #3 (under the teacher, of course). It was just so funny how the teacher put me in charge of Photoshop, and all of a sudden, she's furious. Ah...the joys of being a super techie.

I think I'll say hi at lunch...

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Day 4: Feeling Lost

Less and less things make sense when you're a teenager.

To sum up my day...I discovered that I don't know who I really am.

Yesterday's post has gotten me thinking: "What am I going to do to rectify my problems?" The only answer I ever got was: "You can't change it. You have to change yourself." So...here I am now, red eyed and still sniffling. Yes, I'm a super awesome, super huge and super buff guy, and, yes, I'm crying...It's painful to admit it, but I actually have feelings. I want to look mean and forboding, but it just doesn't work for me. It won't work for me in the future. I will never meet a nice girl...well, I will probably meet a nice girl, but I would never be able to even date one...if I don't change my disposition. You know what? I'm gonna resolve, as my first step, to start calling my two best female friends by their nicknames...Aly and Merry. Maybe that'll show how I'm actually human instead of super Spartan warrior...Maybe I could finally walk down the halls and say, "I'm NOT going to kick you down the well."

I don't know how well it will work, so, please, anyone reading this, if you could please leave a comment telling me other ways I could become more approachable. If you do, I would be eternally grateful.

Oh, I almost forgot:  I'm still not learning Joomla. Whoop-de-do.

And I still don't know whether to grab on tightly to any one thing or just float for a little while longer.

I didn't talk about that before? Oh well. I'm bringing it up now.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Day 3: Re-Psyching (or not)

Two essays in one week...yep, I think I'm gonna fail.

To be completely honest, I've been feeling a little under the weather. I mean, all my classes were cool, but my disposition was depressed, maybe even uncaring. Maybe it's a result of my past, maybe it's a result of a lack of affection for any one thing or idea. Ah...you don't understand yet, so I guess I have to tell you.

For my entire life, up until about a year ago, I was always regarded as the "loner." My mother had bi-polar disease for most of my childhood, and that made my life at home almost unbearable. I had to almost stay out of her way to make sure I didn't get in trouble. I went into elementary school, and, with the exception of K-3rd grade, I was looked at as someone...unreachable, maybe even unwanted. No, scratch that. I was unwanted. So, it taught me to live for myself. And, I did that.

It wasn't until the 6th grade that I discovered I was smart. I thought, "Maybe this will change things. Maybe people won't avoid me now." That was a lie from my subconcious. If anything, that hightened it. People would only come to me with problems, nothing more. At the end of 8th grade, I only had a couple really good friends. The rest...abandoned me and my ideas.

So, I got to High School. I changed my disposition. I went from happy and cheerful to dark and forboding. When I was happy in elementary school, I was always looked down on. So, I thought this would change things. Little did I know, it would make me the one most feared person in my High School. I would walk down the halls as even a sophmore, and students would part, allowing me to pass. I guess that has attributed to my lack of even social relationships...

For example, I would bring up the word "date" and any girl would change the subject or destroy my soul from the inside out. Or, even worse, they would lie, trying not to hurt my feelings, and then back out later. What people don't understand is being turned down after being accepted is the worst feeling in the world. It's like getting into Harvard, getting there, and them saying "Oh, so sorry, we found someone with more experience." It's something you just don't do.

Well, now that I've droned on, I guess I'll tell you one more thing:  deep inside, past all the masks and metaphors of my life, I'm a calm and caring person. I just wish I could get someone to see it and accept it as who I am, not who I want to be.

And my mentions about girls checking me out...it's just to boost my own morale because no one else does. Fancy that.

Enough about that...Tomorrow I start to learn the web-page program "Joomla." Yay me.

Hmph. Now that I've told you my life story, I guess I get to leave. Or not.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone.

Day 2: Relief

Of all the things I could have done, why would a person like me want to go into AP History? Because it's awesome.

Here's the breakdown of my day. First class:  we learned what we already learned during the summer homework. And, we learned that no one in the school knows why/how oxygen and hydrogen form a 104.5 degree angle when bonded into water. Hmph. Well, AP Bio was a waste. Oh yeah, if I have to learn the hybrid orbitals, I'm gonna fail.

Second class:  AP English. Well, this was fairly easy. We had a sub. How hard could it be? Oh yeah, I almost forgot. We had to write an essay for the work that day. Luckily, it was about one of our favorite pictures, and how it affected my life. This is it in its finished form.

"The Cascade" by Andrew Christiansen

A Picture Makes Time Stand Still

Contradiction. That's the simple nature of this world. As one life begins, another ends. The world stays unpredictable. Peace is but an ideal, not a reality. But, in spite of all this, there is joy and hope. Without such, there would be no reason for living, and no one would stop to behold a simple cascade of flowers growing on the side of the road. At the beginning of the summer, this cascade seemed to be a symbol of hope. But, by the end, it wept the story of the passing season.

The summer began like any other--a joyous time of pure freedom. A couple of days in, however, my joy was crushed by a single call from my grandmother. My grandfather had just had his first brush with death. Concerned, my mother left immediately to help and upon her arrival to their house, my second oldest dog died during one of his seizures. The cascade withered in my heart, leaving nothing but an empty husk, breaking my soul.

As hopeless as it may seem, my husk began to heal as time went on. My grandfather was on the mend, and the hole left from my dog was filled with chores and my care for my grandfather. The sorrow waned, and I became hopeful again, like the sun rising after a long and cold night. I began to hope of days yet to come, but the cascade shall always weep for me.




 
Depressing, huh?
 
Third class:  AP History. This had to be the most fun I've had all day. First off, the teacher used to be a preacher, so you can imagine how that worked out. Second, he's explaining the "WHY" of history rather than the "WHAT." This is gonna be fun.
 
And lastly, Journalism. All I had to do was learn what I already knew. Lucky me. And, one of the cute girls from the newspaper staff was checking me out all block. Even luckier me.
 
Who am I kidding? I'm just a simple guy that's obsessed with video games. And, judging by the essay, I'm much deeper than I thought. So...I just contribute all I do to the gifts I have recieved from one person. And that one man...is God. Without you, nothing is possible.
 
Now that I've gotten all sentimental, I guess I can just go and leave you crying. Or not.
 
And with that, *POOF* I'm gone!

Day 1: The Beginning

Hmph. Wouldn't you know it. After so long, I finally started a blog...so...where to start.

I'm Andrew, and I'll be telling you about my last years as a child going into adulthood.

Day 1:  I walk into my school as a senior today. I don't feel all that different. Well, except for the fact that I made a 30 on my ACT and I have an email from Yale in my inbox. So, I go to my first class, AP Bio. She hands me a packet as big as the book and says it's the syllabus. Wow. So that's where the forest outside the school went...

Anyway, after listening to her explain the first half of the packet, I move to my second class, AP English. Waste of time that class was. All the teacher did was read us some poetry. And they call it a hard class.

Third class...American History. The one junior class I have to take as a senior because I skipped it for Pre-Calc. Well, a couple days later I just swapped it over to AP History, so all's good.

Last class of the day: Journalism. Yep, the reason for the title. I was recruited, and notice that word, RECRUITED as the Techie because of my mad skillz. Seriously, I would walk in the computer class and the teacher would yell, "Get out! You get a hundred! Just please don't hack me!"

Maybe I'm overstating it. Oh well. I was recruited because of my ability to pick up programs like I just got done using them yesterday. I'd master a single set of code in 30 minutes in HTML. And master Photoshop in 45. So, I was good. Got done with the class and noticed all the girls in there (me being the only guy) were staring at me. It must have been my sexy bod and super-spiky hair. Or maybe it was the bit of lettuce stuck to my shirt from lunch...Stupid stain.

Well, I got home, and went to sleep. I mean, everyone knows teenagers need 18 hours of sleep each day. Come on. Well, I'm up for tomorrow.

And with that, *POOF* I'm gone.