HHHHHHHwat?

I'm beginning to think that people are getting to know me a bit too intimately because of this thing.

It sort of takes away from daily life.

For example: I'll begin telling a story about my life, and then whoever is listening will stop me and say "Dude, I know...I read your blog."

But I'm okay with that for the most part.

I have a date to prom now!

After 4 high school dances all involving annoyingly extravagant ways of asking/responding to dance requests, I figured it was time to just straight up ask someone without all the BS surrounding it.

So, in first hour, I informed Mick that when I take Siara outside of the class during 5th hour, he should tell everyone to clap when we re enter the room (depending on whether or not I give him a thumbs up or down, according to her answer.)

Roughly halfway through journalism, I say "Hay, Siara, can I talk to you about something outside real quick?"

She knew what was coming, but it was still fun. After some filler chat to give Mick time to give the class instructions, I ask, she waffles a bit and answers positively, and we re enter the classroom to a human tunnel made by our classmates.

I don't really get it either, but it was cool. I got props from Mr. Turner for asking her with words instead of ridiculous alternatives.

Now we'll go through the rest of my day!

I sort of like having AP lit first hour. It ruins my day, but by the time I go home, I have completely forgotten about it.

Today we had to write an essay on a poem.

A complete lack of motivation mixed with absolute confusion as to what the poem actually meant led me to not begin writing until about halfway through the class period, after Mr. Porter talked to me in a worried tone due to the fact that "I was the only one who hadn't started writing yet..."

Lunch has been rather entertaining as of late, I've been eating with Alex Wallet and people.

He was describing how a line on a graph went, saying "It was straight, then it kind of veered off course"

My response was "WHAT? like your sexuality?!" followed by a fake oooooooh. Lols where had. He got me back when someone asked what I'm doing tonight, and he replied "writing a blog that no one will read.."

I sort of made him feel bad by asking "Alex, what would you do if I died tomorrow?"

He said he'd cry and miss my blog :)

The rest of the day passed quickly and rather normally, with little worth mentioning.

If you haven't already done it, I suggest you check out my Formspring.

Aside from the fact that I'm a little girl and want you to ask me questions, I have to say some of the stuff I've been asked is rather entertaining. (Warning: some of it is what you may refer to as nastay.)

In other news, I've grown fond of adding "sies" to words. Examples: Funsies, stupidsies, goodsies, etc....Deal with it, or get slapped like Tyson did tonight.

That's all folks! I'm pumped for prom.

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Driving home from West Richland tonight, I had trouble keeping my eyes open enough to drive properly. While recounting why I was so strangely tired, I began a mental recap of the day.

Then I stopped.

Why? I do all of my mental recapping right here!

My day started as it usually did, with my phone blaring at 6:20, and alarm clock jerking me awake again 6:25 to be sure I didn't accidentally doze off.

At around 6:40, my mother made several unsuccsessful attempts to raise me from my comfy position.

It wasn't until 7:05 that I gave in to the fact that Tuesday is upon me, and I should probably just roll with the punches.

First hour passed rather quickly, with me getting a PR in AP test practice....a 9 out of 12! I'm not actually taking the AP test, so.... Moving on

During auto we managed to actually learn a thing or two about scan tools: A computeresque device you plug into your vehicle to run diagnostics and check if everything is working as it should.

Math was...embaressing. As of yesterday, the class average was 33%.

My grade this morning was a 22%, but I managed to get it up to an 84.9 by the end of 3rd hour. Accomplishment? I think so.

Yearbook, lunch, and Sandstorm where all pretty regular.

Following school I went directly to work to recieve a nice paycheck. From work I returned to school for the Sandstorm "work night."

It was actually pretty productive, the two noteable things where getting to drive Simon's old VW bug, and eating this:



Simon's bug was the stupidest car I've ever driven. It is a 4 speed, and with reverse in the bottom left corner as opposed to bottom right.



I killed it 3 times before doing a lap around the parking lot.

After making a quick stop at my house to grab a swim suit, I was off to the Broeske's for Campaigners, a sort of youth group for Young Life. It was a lot like Cluster with different people and shorter.

We read a few verses from John, which coincidentally I'm reading for funsies right now, so I actually had a clue what was going on.

As I previously mentioned, I brought a swim thingy, for after Bible discussion we jumped in the Broeske's pool, outside in the wind. The temperature was maybe 50 degrees...meaning very cold.

I jumped in 3 times.

In other news, I have a Form Spring.



I haven't denied any questions yet...So excuse me for the odd questions asked.

Because I'm kind of a whore like that, you should ask me a question!

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I'm thirsty

Walk in to any all senior class at Richland High, and the fact that summer is near is quite apparent.

Today in first hour, we where given an assignment which involved breaking into groups of 2. After roughly 30 seconds of honest work, I examined the classroom to notice that everyone else within hearing distance had began doing the same thing Mick and I had: absolutely nothing.

Yes, instead of comparing our introduction paragraphs to the current essay prompt, people where discussing the events of the weekend and making plans for next.

The nice thing is, after nearly 13 years of public school, I think that most all of us have learned an extremely valuable skill that wasn't necessarily acquired in a classroom: how to BS your way through something.

We've all done it, some more than others. During sophomore year when chemistry homework was do, it seemed that my only option was to scribble some numbers and elements and hope for the best. Upon receiving the packet back with full credit (as opposed to the barely passing grades I received when I actually tried) a whole new doorway opened for me.

As with most things, I wasn't the only one to utilize this lovely skill.

I fondly recall third period math this year, Conor was peacefully reading his book while the rest of the class pretended to listen to Mrs. Rader's rambling that was supposed to transformed into notes.

Mrs. Rader chose Conor to answer her current example problem. Having completely not paid attention, he mumbled something about not getting an answer without really saying anything comprehensible.

This was the correct answer strangely, as there answer to the math problem in question was "no solution."

I suppose this may be more luck than skill at waffling. Oh well, it made a fun example.

Bringing it back to today, second hour was rather entertaining.

Healthy eating habits of the day lasted until around 9:40 when Ben, Jared, and I decided to check out the "strange sound my car is making" by driving it to the Spudnut shop.

When we returned, we walked over to find a few underclass guys trying to start the Ford Escort that has been owned by the school for around 10 years. Not wanting to do anything constructive, one of the guys working was lured to the trunk by his friends to look at "something weird back there," when he opened the trunk, he was promptly shoved in to the small space and locked in.

It sounds kinda mean, but he took it like a champ.

After he was safely locked in the rear of the car, we decided to lift the car using the hydraulic system in the shop. A few feet of the ground he started to legitimately freak out, so we stopped raising him and let him hang there for a few minutes.

Finally when everyone had decided he had had enough, he was lowered and released. Luckily someone who hadn't been involved the entire time let him out, with mild surprise.

When he finally exited the vehicle, his only words where "Did we make it over the border okay?"

Like I said, he took it like a champ.

That was pretty much the only noteable school related thing.

Due to the weird schedule of the day, there was a onech. Having long been tempted to try KFC's double down, a large group of us travelled across the bridge to the nearest KFC to see what all the fuss is about.



It was kinda gross.

For those of you who are uneducated in the art of fast food consumption, the double down is as follows: A slab of chicken, slice if cheese, sauce, bacon, sauce, cheese, slab of chicken. No bun, just meat.

Sounds good on paper, but the grease factor ruined it for me. A few hours later it felt as though I had been kicked in the stomach by the entire varisty soccer team.

Switching gears, I have developed this bad habit of accidentally falling asleep. Not quite narcoleptic status, but close enough to the point where its annoying.

I was at Kaden/Tyson's today, and while waiting for one to finish mowing the lawn and the other to cleanse himself, I somehow crashed facedown on a couch.

I was awoken by a rough shaking and a loud scream of HEY SEAN from the lovely Mr. Mathis.

Shortly after this, I deemed it necessary to take care of a few minor things I'd been putting off. While I was out and about driving in sandals, I managed to perform an action which resulted in my head smashing into my steering wheel.

For those of you who don't actually know how to drive*, real cars have 3 pedals: a clutch, a brake pedal, and a gas pedal in that order.

Most of the time when the clutch pedal is pressed, you shove it all the way to the floor.

Now, like I said I was wearing sandals. I have big feet, meaning wide sandals. As I went to put the clutch in, my foot caught the brake pressing it down extremely far, resulting in my head colliding with my wheel. Ouch.

*I would very much enjoy learning you to drive a stick.


That, ladies and gents, was my day in a nutshell.

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Tha Weekend

June 18th, 2008 was a pretty good day for me.

I clearly remember walking into the AT&T store and picking out a Samsung Blackjack, the phone that would serve me well for the next 2 or so years. At the purchase of this phone, our family finally moved to an unlimited texting plan, which caused my sister and I immense happiness initially.

Almost 2 years later, I can't help but to think that unlimited texting has been one of the biggest problems in my life.

Hold up, it is NOT just my life. Lately I can't help but to think how much more I would like people if no one had the ability to text.

Excuse me while I go on a slightly incoherent and likely inappropriate rant about how dumb people are, doing my best not to use names.

What the hell is wrong with everyone lately? It seems to me like someone flipped the bitch switch and almost everyone has been affected by it, not excluding me. People have become absolutely horrible at communicating with each other. Instead of directly confronting someone about a problem they have with them, they text absolutely everyone else in the world about the person they have an issue with.

I just don't see the logic in this!

I'm guilty of it, I'm well aware. But I can safely say I have refrained from this horrid practice to the best of my ability in recent times. The same sadly cannot be said for many of my peers.

I guess what I'd like you to take away from this is that I, as resident know-it-all would like you to confront people in person about your problem with them, quit with the snide texting and facebook chat and have a mature exchange of words.

Again, I know I'm sort of the biggest hypocrite ever, but I'm going to give Change a shot.

With that out of the way, lets review my weekend!

Much of the school day on Friday was dedicated to hearing rumors about the talent show scandal. At this point I honestly don't know whats up, but join this group: http://www.facebook.com/#!/group.php?gid=120042678007694&ref=ts

A parking lot lunch was had, but sadly I completely spaced the picture taking part. It was another good one, though.

After school I sped home and napped until 3:30, at which point I snapped back to reality and noticed that I am supposed to clock into work in 20 minutes. In a massive haste my work shirt and nametag where thrown in to my car, on my sunglasses went, and 18 minutes later I walked clocked in on time.

Half of my shift was beyond annoying, the other half was rather nice and entertaining. My patience was rather limited, and I acheived a new PR for giving out timeouts: 3, spanning two children.

Looking back on my childhood, I should have been much more of a brat. I think I figured that someday, being a shy quiet child might pay off. Reality has recently proved me quite wrong, and kids these days seem to be completely lacking skills in the listening department.

After work, I went back home to figure out what the rest of the night was going to have in store. It wasnt until I walked into my room that I remember manhunt was to occur that night, and so I made my third trip back to Richland Richland, as opposed to meadow springs richland.

Manhunt was crazy fun. When Casey asked who wanted to be a driver, I looked around and realized that the majority of people where cross country runners. Not wanting to embaress myself, I loaded up my beastly 1.5 liter car with 4 passengers and we where off.

I think my group successfully apprehended 4 runners, all of my practice of creeping up on people paid off.

After Manhunt, Jeremy, Phi, and I went to the Trans house to chill for a bit before I went home, dead tired for the night.

Saturday morning passed extremely slowly until it was at last time for our weekly airsofting thing.

For those that don't know what airsofting is, its basically a bunch of dudes running around with plastic guns shooting eachother with bbs, only a lot cooler and more organized than that. A good 3 hours was passed doing this.

Afterward, Ozzie, Phi, Tristan, Mitch and I went to Hot Wingz in Kennewick. It was decent yet expensive, and I REALLY want to try this Hot Wing Challenge thing.

Basically you pay 10 dollars to get 4 hot beyond hot chicken wings which you have to consume in five minutes or less without a drink. The food is so hot you actually have to wear gloves when attempting the challenge.

I think I know what I'm doing next weekend.

Following this, I went home to do nothing for a few hours. I ended up watching Avatar at the Tran's until my parents required their designated driver (me) to fetch them from some strange restaurant.

Finally I just sorta chilled with some thugs at Kaden/Tyson's place of residence. We went on a brief cruise through West, and seeing some random girls walking about the Yokes parking lot, we drove by and I screamed at them "HAY, DO ONE OF YOU WANT TO GO TO PROM WITH ME?"

One of them replied that I should go perform an action upon myself that requires the removal of a few ribs. I then informed her that I'll pick her up at 8, all while we drove off.

Sunday began and will likely end relaxingly. I proudly say that I accomplished nothing today, unless you count sleeping until 11 and watching multiple episodes of Lost accomplishments.

The only notable thing of today was the all staff meeting I attended at CBRC.

It began commonly enough, with our general manager giving us a sort of state of the union address concerning the Club. It's doin good.

After a brief review of safety procedures, we where broken into our departments and had to deal with a mock emergency situation.

Some people, such as myself, where supposed to act as we normally do while working, while everyone else pretended to be a member.

The emergency I had to deal with was a "5 year old boy" (actually a 30something year old woman) getting stung by a bee, and, you guessed it! The 5 year old is deathly allergic to bee stings, and the little twerp forgot his epipen.

Communication was our biggest downfall. Had this legitimately happened and we acted in the same manner in which we did tonight, the poor boy probably wouldn't have turned out to well. There was simply too much yelling and confusion as to what was actually wrong with the child that next to nothing was accomplished.

I can safely say though, that if this had been a real situation, the reaction would have been far more professional and effective.

Now I'm home, its around 9, and the weekend is over.


40 days until graduation, anyone else counting down?

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April 22nd

A few hours before Alden went on stage for the talent show last night (Wednesday) I told him good luck, and try not to get anyone pregnant with your vocals.

Alden is usually a pretty reliable guy. Last night was not usual.

I'm rather certain that the combination of Alden's melodious vocals, Jeremy's smooth as butter bass (ing), Michael's sweeter than sweet guitar playing, and Zach's rhythmtastic drumming managed to implant a baby within my body.

Now, we'll rewind a bit to where we left off.

Wednesday was a rather good day I have to admit. School passed extremely fast, but with few notable occurrences. Directly from school, I put in my usual time at the office I work at, from which I departed to hit the gym before starting my shift in the rockwall room.

I don't think I've ever worked at CBRC on a Wednesday. I met new kids, which was strange, and had children that I see all the time display complete confusion as to why I was working that day as opposed to the regular guy (Jared?). It was a short but sweet shift, and by sweet I mean no more aggrivating than usual. I got to watch bits and pieces of Jumanji (best movie evarrrrrr) in between belaying the youngins and granting the ok's for getting cheese its.

I left roughly five minutes early to get to the talent show on time. Doing so was far beyond worth missing out on the 72 cents I would have made if I where to stay the full shift.

Aside from Alden and company, my two favorite acts where pretty much the same as everyone elses: The Rapid Panthers and Tanner/Lauren.

A few weeks ago, I heard Sarah and Gareth conversing randomly about their upcoming talent show audition, but without actually telling anyone what their where doing. I think they undoubtedly receive the Sean stamp of "most original."

I wanted to put a clip of their performance (sorta) here, but the video isn't available to embed. Heres a link instead, for the 1 person reading this who didn't go to the show: Check it.

Yea, Gareth, Nolan, Sabrina, Sarah, and Brenna, you are pretty much my heroes.

Then we have the instant classic that was Tanner Smith and Lauren....something.

Again, most of you already know of the situation, but for those that don't heres about how it went down: Tanner informed people that he and Lauren would be performing Hey Soul Sister, and I think thats what they auditioned to play.

However, upon getting on stage, they declared that they would play something "a little more them."

So they played an acoustic, edited version of Baby Got Back.

The crowd went wild, while I imagine Qualheim was backstage throwing the world's biggest hissy fit that something CHANGED.

Supposedly, Tanner is facing rather severe discipline for this... Much to the dismay of most RHS students.

During first hour, AP lit was rather anxious as to what the outcome of Mr. Smith's perfomance would be. When the phone rang near the end of class, the room went silent as Mr. Porter answered the phone. The grin that spread across his face confirmed fears: Mr. Riggs wanted to see the brave young lad in his office.

As he exited the classroom, nearly everyone broke into applause.

It's moments like that that make me exclaim Go Bombers.

Moving on to today.

I managed to completely forget to set an alarm on my phone. I usually have my iHome as a backup, but during the night that somehow came unplugged. My mother is usually my failsafe, but she was gone early for a doctor's appointment.

So, with absolutely nothing to shock me into consciousness, I snap awake at preciesly 6:30. I was kinda mad that my body didn't take advantage of the chance to miss out on first hour by "accident." Oh well.

Luckily, first hour was productive. I earned extra credit by grading an essay and giving it the same score as the jerks at collegeboard.com awarded it: a 5 out of 9.

During second hour Ben and I, per Jared's instruction, took a trip to KFC to try their Double Down, a rather enticing food substance: chicken, bacon, cheese, sauce, and chicken.

No buns, just chicken. Win.

After Jared (who works at KFC) said we should go try one, we figured "well, we definetly aren't going to do anything productive in here anyway." and away we where.

Oh wait, KFC doesn't open until 10am. We got there at 9:30.

I guess Ben and I sort of had it coming, what with constantly making fun of Jared/his woman. Oh well, I do it out of love.

Fourth hour passed in a haze of Pokemon dicussions (that I did not partake in, as I have never actually played a Pokemon video game.)

I didn't go to 5th hour, again, as I had an appointment at Sylvan learning center to take my final for the online class I'm enrolled it.

I sort of felt insulted by the degree of difficulty.

Question #14. What may be the result of a family's home burning down?
A. They will lose their jobs.
B. They will get raises at job to pay for a new home.
C. A new car will be a necessity.
D. They will be homeless.

I can't even crack a witty one liner about that one.

The rest of the day was simply chillaxin at Tyson's, pizza, and going to the gym.

High of tomorrow is 72 degress.

I'm going to effing die come summer.

For those of you who have ever made physical contact with me (sort of view, I don't do well with touching) you are probably well aware of the fact that I absolutely radiate heat. This is lovely during the winter as I don't have to bundle up like everyone else, but I kind of melt during the summer.

You had better soak up all my writing now, I don't think puddles are very skilled in the art of typing.

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I should be studying for my math quiz tomorrow.

Instead, I'm on facebook, rockin out to some RHCP, and hittin up the blogosphere.

My logic is as follows: I'm a senior with less than two months to go before judgement day, work is for squares. Go ahead and quote me on that.

So my day: It had its ups and downs. I woke up in a good mood, arising before any of my 3 alarms went ringaling. Having extra time I picked up my dusty guitar and "played." (I don't really play guitar... but I kinda play guitar.)

Waterbottle in hand, music blaring, I departed from my driveway to school. Upon arriving, I sat in my car for a few extra minutes in order to permit Carryout by Timbaland to finish playing. I have to say I'm addicted to that song.

Oh, and this song:



The video is passable, but the song kind of defines my life.

Moving on, I walked into first hour about two minutes before the first bell rang expecting to find the usual 10 or so people in their desks, only to find a lonely Nik in his usual spot. Sitting down near the back as always, we conversed as to why there was such a lack of... people.

Then it hit us, it's 4-20.

We giggled a bit, and for a minute or two I was convinced that a lot of people wouldn't be in class due to the day. Sadly, it was just a strange coincidence as the rest of the class shuffled in only a few minutes later than usual.

Second hour was entertaining, more than usual. It took us the majority (and then some) of the class period to wash Ben's car. Jared, Ben, and I began rinsing down the Bonneville by filling up the hose with water, and then connecting one end to one of those high powered air thingys, with the end result being slightly reminiscent of a firehose that you can use for about 15 seconds before a reload is required. That's about all we did.

Math was declared a "work day" and I managed to pretty much completely catch up, turning in the 4 or 5 assignments I had missing. Sadly, I still have little to no clue on how to actually complete the work, as I simply scribbled down numbers hoping for some form of credit.

I was in yearbook for maybe 20 minutes before I left to get lunch. I didn't even bother going to fifth hour.

So overall, I'm at a major low for school oriented things. I'm okay with that.

Coming home and hour earlier than usual, I plopped down on the couch and zoned out for a bit, and accidentally fell asleep waking up just in time to get to work at 3.

To be honest I'm not sure what I did from 4:30 till 6:30... Nothing of merit, though.

The highlight of my day was going to the gym. I haven't been in a few weeks and I can feel it. After using an elliptical (and setting a new record for myself, somehow) I did my usual arm/chest workout, and then went to the rockwall room (where I usually work) to say HAI to Drew, Blake, and Tyson. We then decided to rock climb.

I've been working at CBRC for over a year, so you'd think I would have made it to the top of the rockwall several times.

Nope.

Tonight was my first time, actually. And third time climbing overall.

I think I partially have the ropes course to thank for that, as it seemed a lot less intimidating than last time I attempted it. I didn't even have to deal with the imaginary kid screaming for a snack.

As I was about to ascend the wall for my third time today, I turned around while still facing the wall to give Blake and Drew my seductive model look. I managed to turn around and display Blue Steel just as a member walked in the door and look right at me. I'm smooth like that.

Walking out to my car in the employee lot, I take a nice deep breathe and suddenly realizing how damn close we are to summer. It's warm, clear, and that summer smell is so apparent.

45 days until graduation, if I did the math correctly.

Now I'm home, chocolate milk swooshing around in my belly. All thats left for the night is completing my housing request for WSU.

Bring it on, college.




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Rooting through the back seat of my car on this Sunday night, I stumble upon a pile of rainbow colored crumbs, and smile to myself as I remember the events of this weekend.

We left off on Friday night. Saturday, until roughly 2pm passed in a haze of Lost, being asleep, eating, and just sort of enjoying the nothingness.

After finally preparing for the day, I met up with Pete, Blake, Josh, and Ashley at the top of the world (the hill like place up in Hills West.) For a while, the regular shenanigans occured... Blake and Pete showed off their limitless supply of energy, and we soaked up the nice weather in Ashley's jeep. Upon deciding that we wanted bubble gum, we went to our friendly neighborhood Albertson's to acquire some of the stuff, where we met up with the other Ashley and Ariel.

Around 20 minutes of sitting in the parking lot later, someone has the idea to go off roading way out past West Richland. So we went to Blake's to retrieve the beastly Suzuki Sidekick.

Splitting half into the Wrangler and half into the Sidekick, we where off to trails of dirt and rock. I initially rode in the Jeep with Ashley driving.

Now, those of you who are familiar with my driving habits know that I am convinced that women are in general slightly insane when it comes to motor vehicles. Yesterday served only to strengthen this belief, as I hit my head countless times on the roof as Ashely sped through primitive rodes laden with massive rocks.

Overall, the experience was insanely fun, and Blake's car is now impressively mud stained.

Returning to Blake's house, the realization that the majority of us where rather devoid of food in our stomachs hit us. So all 7 of us crammed into Ariel's Jeep Cherokee and we were off to McDonalds.

We walked into the restaurant, realized that no one actually wanted McDonalds, and drove across the street to Panda Express.

We're kinda really special like that.

Panda express in hand, we travel yet again to the top of the world to NOMNOMNOM, and take some cool pictures viewable on mah facebook.

Soon we became weary of walking around simply enjoying the nice night, and I threw out the idea of jumping in the river, which everyone immediately said "YES!" to.

Being a bit overzealous, everyone readied themselves for entry before we were anywhere close to the river. In fact, before we had even gotten back into the car Blake and Pete were frolicking about in their undapants.

When we finally arrived at a dock, I kind of doubted anyone would get in...I was freezing, and most are well aware of the fact that it's rather difficult to make me cold.

However, when Ashley called Blake a pussy for no getting in the river, he made some sort of angry noise and second later plunged into the blackness that is the Columbia. Everyone else soon entered, except me. When everyone got back out, I joined in the "gee that sure was cold!" Calling my bluff, Blake promptly shoved me in.

For maybe a second or two after going under the cold liquid, I thought maybe I wouldn't resurface. Then something in my head said:

"oh HAIL naw, this is way too cold to drown in."

Afterward, group pictures were taken, while some old couple walked by.

I have to wonder what was going through their heads as they passed the 7 of us dripping wet teenagers, still wearing normal clothes. If I where in their position, I'll admit a decent bit of faith in our generation would have gone out the window.

After that the night was pretty much over, I fell asleep minutes after climbing into bed and woke up 8 hours later to a friggin lawnmower.

Today turned out to be much like yesterday, I sat around the house and accomplished some yardwork before watching an episode of Lost.

Suddenly, I look outside and say out loud "Dayum! it's nice out."

It then hits me: I want to have a squirt gun fight, nao.

So I text Blake, and he makes it happen.

A few hours, several water balloons, and various unpleasant surprises involving a hose later, we sprawled across Blake's backyard and wondered what was next.

After realizing that neither Ashley nor Ariel where acquainted the art of driving a car equipped with a manual transmission, Blake and I took it upon ourselves to correct this treachery.

I have to say I was impressed. Between the two of them, my car was killed a total of two times. While I rode shotgun and the two switched places, someone found a box of rainbow gold fish, maybe half of which where eaten and the remander thrown about my car, to be crushed lovingly into my seats and carpet.

Finally, after abusing the playground of Wiley elementary, we return to Blake's and I head home for the remainder of the weekend.

It was a good one.

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One year, one month, one week, and one day.

That is the current duration of my employment at the Columbia Basin Racquet Club.

My title at this fitness center is "Kid's Club Staff Member." Basically, I watch children, ages 7-13, while their parents work out.

Depending on the day it's the best or worst job I could think of, but we've been over that.

(I'm going somewhere with this.)

I'd like to thank all the incredibly annoying children I've watched over the past year, you have worked wonders for my patience skills. Two years ago, if you had told me, "Sean! one day soon, you will be able to effortlessly tolerate upward of 10 children whining, screaming, and being loud in general!" I probably would have kicked you in the balls, regardless of your gender.

Now, the manner in which I deal with the situation may not be the best, but it works. More often than not, I sit there, stare at the ceiling, and soak up all the noise and annoyances...Pretty much until they stop completely, as they realize that just because they are obnoxious beyond measure, it doesn't mean it will get them anywhere.

Now, fast forward from work to this morning. I arrived at the Kennewick Ropes Course, slightly anxious as to what the day had in store. I was surrounded by people I don't generally talk to at school, and we kind of came down from whatever social level we where previously at to a common ground, for today at least. It was tons of fun, but I have to say I wasn't altogether excited to climb 30 feet into the air and walk across a log in front of 18 people.



I looked like this, only I'm not Kramer.

Anyhow, this is now going to connect to my job.

About 15 feet from the ground, I accidentally glanced down and had one of those "oh, shit" moments.

Then I just sort of imagined the fear as a screaming 10 year old, running at me full speed, full of rage at not being able to have more cheese its. Conveniently, I have a strategy for this situation: I let the child smash into me at full speed, (usually) resulting in the brat flat on the ground, still with no more cheese its. Sure, it might make me move backward an entire step or two, but I'm still happily on my feet.

So for a moment or two, I looked down and I gave the fear a few cheese its, and said that's enough. When I got up to the log and looked down, and the fear came sprinting at me wanting more cheesy goodness, I let it, and completely ignored it, just like the spoiled youth I am charged with watching. After it slammed into me with full force, I shook for a second or two, and I was on my merry way.



Now, we are switching topics.

The po-po. WTF.

I don't generally count how many police cars I see in a normal day. However, today seemed to be far from a normal day: I saw roughly 13 different police driving around during my driving through Kennewick, West, and Richland.

Apparently, police will now pull you over if you are speeding.

....I know, right? Weren't they already supposed to do that?

I thought so too, I guess now they are just going to be bigger jerks than before about it, and will swarm you in greater numbers.

By now, you may have picked up on the fact that I'm not too fond of local law enforcement. In elementary school, a nice picture was painted in my mind about what a police officer is, and how they should act. Sadly, this painting has been reduced to a wadded up piece of paper nothing like the original.

I don't recall the last time I saw a cop car, and thought to myself "Golly, I sure am glad there is a cop around here, they make me feel so darn safe!"

These days its far more likely that begin to sweat and consider everything that some jerk with an inferiority complex would point out if he decides to stop me for no reason.

Interactions with the police over the past 3 years:

1. Alden, Jeremy, and I were drinking slurpees on Carmichael Hill at around 10 on a summer night. One, two, three, four police cruisers pull into the parking lot and ask for our ID. We ask if we shouldn't be there that late. Their response? "We don't know, we aren't officers of this county."

2. A group of 10 or so people are airsofting at the giant ditch in West Richland. A policeman walks up, and collects a mass of information from everyone present and tells us off for "destroying private property."

3. Around 2 in the morning, again during the summer, Kaden and I check out the new Freshman parking lot at RHS. After entering through one entrance, travelling to the other end of the lot, and exiting, an undercover policecar starts following us. Three blocks later, after Kaden had done nothing wrong, lights goa flashin and we pull over. I have to say, I didn't know it was possible to be as unprofessional as the two men who stopped us where. After being completely rude and asking a battery of pointless questions, one of them spots a can of spray paint in the back seat. Wholeheartedly convinced that we where out tagging the school, the officer demands to see our fingers for traces of spray paint. After obviously finding nothing, he says "You two better get your asses home, now, if I catch you out anywhere else tonight you won't like what happens."



I have no idea where I'm going with this.


I guess I'll just warn you that if you speed, you might get pulled over, BUT FOR REALSIES THEY WILL NOW.


Good Lawd I'm so tired, my apologies if this is completely incoherent.

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Imma be

With the knowledge that Richland School District plots against its students on a daily basis, this weeks strange schedule came as little surprise to me.

"But Sean! we get to sleep in this week!" you say.

That may indeed be true, but after sleeping in until nearly 10am yesterday, I'm sure I wasn't the only one who found it near impossible to sleep at a decent time last night.

I've been taking the whole "wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy" thing a bit to seriously as of late. This morning, I woke up around 7:35. Knowing full well that I had to be in a desk by 8:25, I asked myself: "Would P. Diddy rush through his morning chocolate milk just to be at school on time?"

To be honest, I know just about nothing about P. Diddy, but it seemed to be a nice scapegoat to be late.

This was my first entry in the tardy system for the semester, and I think my third time being tardy this entire year/high school career.

When I arrived in class, Mr. Porter asked me, jokingly I assume, as to whether or not I was late because "I just don't care?"

I answered with a fakely offended tone "No!"

Lying is bad, oh well.

Second hour consisted completely of Jared and I communicated through "ERUGHFHEEHFH" while Ben tried to reattach the fuel tank on the blazer we have been working on for the past 3 weeks.

Math, as usual, passed in a haze of lack of caring, as did the rest of the day. Work was extremely normal, and then I came home to remember my commitment for tonight: babysitting my neighbor's demon children.

Luckily, in addition to her two children, their friends Garret and Hallie came over. While at first this may sound like more work, it mainly just meant that they kept each other entertained while I glanced up occasionally from zoning out to ensure their breathing.

There is something about kids named Garret that makes them a bit more loud and obnoxious.

Casual conversation over McDonalds went a little something like this:

"Hi Garret! My name is Sean."

"MY DOG GOT HIS PRIVATES STAPLED TODAY!"

The rest of the night was more or less downhill from there.

The game of choice was "war" meaning the four small children, armed with a lightsaber, nerf gun, dirt, and American Flag, versus Sean with... Well to be honest I didn't really have time to get a weapon in between running from 7 year olds and screaming.

Now I guess I'm departing to Dairy Queen to meet Ian Kaden and Jorsh.





Saw this tonight, nearly loled to death.
















I'm on to you, RSD.

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Today I woke up feeling a little bit like P Diddy.

Chiefly, I'm sure this feeling was due to my arising from slumber close to 10am, as opposed to 6:20.

It almost makes all those wasted hours devoted to taking the WASL worth it when you get to snooze away 3 and a half extra hours as a senior.

So, completely rejuvenated from yesterday's shenanigans, I hopped in the Green Hornet and was off to school.

You'd think being wide awake with a decent amount of energy would make a school day good, sadly reality is just the opposite

My first hour class, both the subject and the people in the class managed to annoy me to my core today. I realized I like people a lot less when they aren't half asleep, and therefore not quiet, and therefore WON'T SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME ZONE OUT IN PEACE.

For the record, yes, I do imagine myself yelling when I type in caps.

I came dangerously close to not going to third hour, which was a complete waste of time as usual. Fifth hour seemed like the last thing in the world I wanted to do, but for some reason I robotically (my computer tried to correct that to "erotically") trudged to Turner's classroom to work on my Sandstorm articles.

After school I was off to Winco to purchase a massive amount of soda for my work. Ten minutes and 30 dollars later, I was pushing a cart laden with bubbly goodness toward my car.

About 50 feet away I see a middle aged guy stuttering a seemingly random patron of the Winco lot, though I wasn't sure what about. A few seconds later, he was approaching me about the possibility of getting money for gas.

I don't do well in these kinds of situations. When sad looking strangers ask for money, I have a weird inclination to say yes, mainly so they'll leave me alone and I won't feel guilty. The guy was dressed rather poorly, and gave off a smell that indicated that it had been quite some time since his last appointment with a shower. After hearing that his van had ran out of gas (which took him a while to say because every word had it's syllables repeated a few times due to his stutter) I gave him a few ones out of my wallet.

It wasn't that big of a deal at first, the ones would have been squandered away on powerade and clif bars anyhow, but when I got back to my car after dropping the cart off and saw the man I had just given my money to climb into a van, start it, and drive off, I was a little ticked.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but if your van has no gas, I'm relatively sure it won't start, and it definitely won't drive off.

I don't know what the moral of the story is, but people are kind of jerks.

After I bought all the 12 packs of soda, I brought them to their destination, and after unloading the majority of it in the community refrigerator, I began my normal duties of emptying everyone's trash and cleaning the windows.

As I was about to finish up at the office, Tyson texted me and informed me of how nice it would be if I could cover his shift as soon as I could.

Now, at CBRC, in the department I work in, there are around 30 employees, many of whom whine on a regular basis of how they don't get to work enough because there are too many other people working. So, you'd think that maybe, just maybe, every once in a while, when you need a shift covered, and there are at least 25 people NOT working, that perhaps 1 of them may be able to help you out.

Sadly, this is not the case.

I told Tyson that yes, I would get to CBRC to cover his shift as soon as I could. He was working the 4-8 shift, and when I said I could go in it was around 4:15.

Literally on my way to the club, Tyson calls and tells me I don't need to come in after all. Why? Because our boss got so desperate for someone to come in ASAP that she hired Blake on the spot, and he came in and worked the shift without training or orientation. So, props to Blake, and maybe Tyson even though he's kind of a butt. To everyone else in the Kids Club department... You most definitely do not get props today.

So after returning home, I sat down on my computer planning to check my facebook and whatnot, then three hours later it's suddenly 8 o'clock and I decide its bloggin time.

I'm going to bring a camera to school tomorrow, I'm determined to get pictures for this blog from time to time.

Until then, here's this:








Thanks again to everyone who reads all of this stuff!

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I saw this commercial whilst consuming home made pizza with my Mom* and Dad today, and it struck me as odd.




Correct me if I'm wrong, but that bottle looks like it holds something, something very....lidquidy.

I get that there are fruit chunks in it, but this really strikes me as more of a beverage you drink, not a food you eat.

Now you know!

Fun fact: When I saw that commercial, I told myself (out loud) "That is going in my blog today."

*My Mom: I'm beginning to think she's either a bit crazy or hard of hearing, maybe both. I say that in a loving sort of son way.

Example: When the pizza was in the oven, I saw that some of it was starting to droop over and looked in danger of falling off the pan.

I said to my mother "Mom, you should check on the pizza I think it might be falling over"

To which she replied, completely serious, without even looking up,

"Sean you don't even have a mustache."

And then she walked away, with me too dumbfounded to even reply.

For those of you concerned with food as much as I am, no, the pizza didn't fall. It was also quite tasty.


I recently came to the pleasant realization that HSPE testing is going to occur yet again this week, meaning massive sleeping on on Tuesday and Thursday, and I already won't be attended school friday....So this will be quite a good week.

Not should be, will be.

Now, today.

I managed to sleep in until almost 9:30! That's a record for this week. Sadly the inability to breathe through my right nostril and phlegmy throat awoke me before I would have liked.

Recently, I moved my computer so that I can use it while on my bed with a wireless keyboard and mouse. At first it was a great idea, but now I see that it sort of glues me to my room. I'm just so darn comfy, and moving seems...Bleh.

This was my mindset today until around 1, at which point I said it's time to get out of the house and stop watching Lost.

Get out of the house I did, and I was off to West (Richland, but it sounds a lot cooler to just say "West") to chillax with Blake, Pete, Tyson, Jorsh, Ashley, Ashely, and Arielle. For having absolutely nothing to do, and doing absolutely nothing, it was kinda fun.

The highlight was probably the intense street race between Josh and Ashley.

"But street racing is dangerous and illegal!" you just said to yourself.

Not when it's in a parking lot, both cars are off, and powered solely by the people pushing them.

Tyson and I pushed Ashley's Jeep while Blake and Pete pushed Josh's Neon. Seeing how the had about a 1500 pound lighter car, they won. But it was still rather fun.

From that, we played a sort of tag throughout West, with half of the people in my Avalon, and the others in the Jeep.

As we were traveling at precisely 27 mph in a neighborhood, some crazed soccer mom jumped in the middle of the street and screamed "SLOW DOWN," to which I shoved the shifter into neutral and stomped on the gas pedal, which didn't increase my speed at all but made us appear slightly more intimidating.

So that's 1 for the annoying group of teenagers, and 0 for annoying soccer moms.



That's about it for now. All that is left in today is doing homework and watching Lost.


Again, no pictures from today, so here's this:





(Name/Picture not shown due to me not wanting to make the person in question feel as though I'm making fun of them.)

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"It's finally Saturday! I'm so glad I get to sleep in for a few more hours."

This was the thought process going through my head around 9 this morning, and though the Saturday part was definitely true this time, the few more hours part sadly wasn't.

One of the things I desperately need to make a habit of is setting my phone to silent before I sleep, for this morning slightly after nine I was awoken by the lovely Siara Stallings calling from work, informing me that the guy who was scheduled to work in the pre-teen room (where I usually get scheduled) straight up didn't show, and she had gone through the entire list of other workers and finally had to call me. I grumbled a few words and 30 minutes later walked into CBRC's front doors.

Luckily, it was a pretty chill hour and a half at work. I had to watch kids for about 20 minutes of it, and the rest was dedicated to me sitting on a couch watching Monster House and playing bop it.

From work, I went directly to airsofting at the field we usually play at off of Duportail. Overall it was a success, and I have a few welts to prove my awesomeness (or complete lack of?)

Following airsofting, we made a run to DQ where I cashed in my free basket meal coupon, courtesty of the creepy yet entertaining manager of the Jadwin establishment.

You know when you just one of your nostrils clogs? And how its like the worst thing ever and all day you sort of try to clear it, but no matter what you do, you just CAN'T? That happened to me today, I kinda want to get my nose amputated but apparently I'm just being "dramatic" according to my mommy.

Anyhoo, from DQ we travelled to Ben's where he gave us a tour of his finally finished (ish) house. It's pretty friggin sweet, and has potential of being the new meeting place when (not if, when) the zombies attack.

At that point, I decided I should probably go home and properly prepare for the day (this was round 3pm, I just didn't get a chance to do much before work)

But instead of immediately beginning to cleanse myself, I ended up watching Lost until around 6, when I figured it was time to go do something more productive.

So I watched some straight to DVD American Pie movie at Randy/Rodney's with a couplo people.

Story!: We were standing in Randy's kitchen, and the lighting was slightly off, making everyone appear yellowish, especially Randy, because of where was standing.

Keep in mind, Randy/Rodney Tran are oriental.

As I was about to say, "Whoa Randy you look really yellow" that little voice suddenly kicked in, and "yellow" was changed to "orange" just in time to avoid an awkward situation.

Now, I'm at home blogging, most likely home for the night.

No pictures from today, so I'll compensate with sharing the sad realizations that I took a screenshot of my myspace home page at both


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I guess I was still cool back in 08,


Now go cry yourself to sleep because you dont even have 5,000 myspace profile views.

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Fruh fruh fruh Friday!

"It's finally Saturday! I'm so glad I get to sleep in for a few more hours."

This was the thought process crossing my brain at 6 this morning, as I momentarily came around to being awake 30 minutes before my alarm was to go off. Reality came screaming in not long after, and I was painstakingly reminded that another day of school was still ahead before a weekend of relaxation.

So the day started off a bit negatively. My mood wasn't brightened by first hour, as we had a "point scoring opportunity" which translates scribing some vague thoughts from last nights read onto a half sheet of paper.

I honestly don't like advanced placement literature very much. It's all wishy washy "deeper meaning" of novels, which I simply can't bring myself to care about. Why Charles Dickens chose to feature his character walking up or down a set of stairs is beyond me, and I don't really see a reason to ascertain why. To make matters worse, I recently discovered I don't even need the second semester of the class, as journalism counts as a senior writing credit. So I'm stuck in an aggravatingly pointless hour of mind numbing boredom.

Second hour managed to improve my outlook on the day a bit. I somehow managed to win a multimeter by placing 7th in a test I took months ago. So if you ever need anything multimetered, I'm your guy. (I have no idea how to use a multimeter, of course, but the fact that I own one is sorta cool I suppose.)

Third hour is math. Algebra 2: Trigonometry. I started the year in pre-calculus, but after about a week in the "toughest math class at Richland High" I basically said, eff this, I don't want a hard class this year...at all. So I talked to the overly energetic Mrs. Reddinger and got switched into a slightly lower level math class.

It's filled with...entertaining people, the vast majority of whom actually need the credit for the class. The teacher is Mrs. Rader, and though she is a very nice lady, her teaching skills are occasionally a bit lacking, though I really can't blame her because of the classes she teaches. A lot of the time, she has a case of the mondays and gives into the wishes of the class not wanting to do anything. I'm kinda okay with this, until quiz days roll around and I have no clue of how to do anything presented.

Yearbook simply passed in a haze of tweaking my Sandstorm articles, and tetris.

Oh, and I got a recommendation letter from Mr. Turner, and when compared to the paragraph length one I got from Mr. Lynch, it was pretty amazing. Slightly tainted by the fact that when he handed it to me, he said "yea i just made some stuff up"

But I'd like to make myself believe that it was mainly true :)

SO today is friday, meaning lunch in the parking lot.

Initially I didn't think it was going to happen, mainly due to the weather, and also due to lack of people that usually attend. I waited in the parking lot (alone in my car) for about five minutes before giving up and going to the cafeteria. However, after a few people gathered in the cafeteria and remembered what day it was, a successful and entertaining lunch was had.

After school I came home to get my work stuff and watch an episode of lost, after which I peaced out to work my 4-7 shift at the Racquet Club.

My job at CBRC mainly entails watching children ages 7 to 13. Occasionally it's the easiest job in the world, as in a sit in a room by myself and play the Wii or watch Toy Story.

Today wasn't one of those days.

My hands are still raw from children (and even adults today) climbing the rock wall while I belay them.

I was at work for maybe three minutes before one of the regular children, David, appeared out of nowhere and jumped on my back, while his younger sister wanted to do a hundred things at once all of which somehow drove me insane.

Finally, I'm at home laying in bed dead tired from the day. I plan on enjoying a night doing nothing and then getting the most out of my saturday.

Oh, and this is a shout out to all the people that have told me they read and/or enjoyed my blog. Thank you! I really appreciate feedback and hope to hear more of it soon.

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Day 2

After only 17 years, 8 months, and a few odd weeks of being alive, I have finally mastered a life long goal: to blow a bubble with gum.


Proof you ask?


Look at that size. Oh, I got a haircut.

Back to today in general. It started out as I feared it may, as another seemingly boring day of the week. However, upon arriving in first hour, Mick Newland walked in with one key clothing item missing: his shoes.

I completely forgot that today was Tom's Day Without Shoes. I honestly don't know much about the event itself, I just know that it's meant to raise awareness of people in the world that don't have shoes.

After being reminded that the event was to happen today, I immediately kicked off my $15 Big 5 kicks and proceeded to see what the day would be like without shoes. (Exceptions: shoes are required in auto mechanics, and at restaurants.)

I did wuss out during my second trip to the bathroom. I ventured to the great place of urination for the first time of the day during second hour, and found it necessary to stand back about five feet from the urinal and use my mad peeing skills to angle everything nicely into the urinal without actually setting foot in the questionable fluids directly below. So, needless to say, I wore shoes during my next trip.

Aside from the lack of footwear, the rest of the school day passed in a rather normal fashion. A few people informed me that they liked/will be reading my blog, which pleased me quite a bit.

After school is pretty much a blur, I simply recall leaving, then waking up at 3:10 to go get a haircut.

Ima talk about the whole haircutting thing.

I've been going to the same lady to chop off my liquid sunshine since I made the dramatic decision to go back to normal hair during sophomore year.


Yup, I used to look like this.

Anyhoo, I think the lady does a rather nice job, and I appreciate it. But during the monthly occurrence, some of the most awkward things tend to happen. Mainly, she will be wearing an extremely low cut shirt, and then bending down directly in front of me in order to get close to my hair, leaving a rather copious amount of skin exposed almost immediately in front of my face.

From time to time, she'll ask "Why are you so red?"

To which I can only answer "uh...its kinda warm in here"



After the haircut, I returned home and started watching Lost.

I used to be an avid watcher of Lost, until somewhere in the middle of 5th season where it got a bit too confusing and mentally taxing for my busy lifestyle (insert eye roll here, you know who you are) and thusly gave up on the show for a while. Yesterday, while browsing Hulu, I noticed that seasons 1-5 are available for watching on Hulu and tried to pick up from where I left off. Sadly, Lost is likely the most confusing and scrambled show every to have been conceived.


Maybe conceived is actually the wrong word. I think the writers more barf out the scripts and somehow make it into a show.

A show that is hopelessly addicting and highly worth watching, despite the fact that I think I'll have to start from the beginning to actually have a clue whats going on.

Lastly, tomorrow is Friday!

What does Friday mean to me? Aside from the obvious, it means lunch in the parking lot.

Parking lot lunches were formed as a result of mine and Alden's desperation to find somewhere to eat other than the cafeteria. Our usual table had been invaded by annoying underclass girls, and we thought it time to find a new place to hang around and NOMNOMNOM. So, at 10:30pm on a Thursday we decided to eat in the parking lot, though with little hope it would catch on. To our surprise, several people showed up and managed to enjoy themselves, and its now a weekly occurance. Anyone is welcome to come: Simply bring food, friends, and something to sit on if the pavement and your butt don't go together well.

It looks like this, only a lot more legit.

That's all for today, folks.

First post

Gone are the days when Myspace users are plentiful, and the number of people that would read my daily thoughts where many. Even I have now completely moved on from the middle school targeting website, and here we are now, on stothak.blogspot.com.

Stothak? What the hell is a stothak?

S-to-tha-k, actually. I wanted to choose s-to-the-k, but that was taken. So, I gave a slightly more gangster name.

With that out of the way, let's get down to business.

I'm Sean!

I like putting a lot of line breaks in my writing.

I feel it lets the reader pause to contemplate what I am saying.

Or something.

Though anyone reading this will likely already know all of the information following this sentence, I'm going to give a brief overview of myself.

I'm Sean, 17, senior at RHS, 5 foot 11 (though someday I am determined to be six feet tall.) I drive a bright green 2001 hyundai accent during the week, and a dark green 1997 Toyota avalon on the weekends. I'm enrolled at 5 classes at RHS, including but not limited to: AP lit, basic system mechanics (which will be referred to as autoshop, or simply auto), yearbook, and newspaper. I am taking Current Events online through BYU. I work at the Columbia Basin Racquet Club, and at Babcock Services Incorporated. I choose not to delve into the practices that involve drugs or alcohol, simply as a result of personal opinion. I'm almost always down for a good time, and once I get past my extreme initial awkwardness with people, I'm told I can be slightly entertaining.

Moving on, lets go over my day.

It was a rather normal one, with very little out of the ordinary worth mentioning. Will its lack of uniqueness stop me from writing about it? I kind of doubt it.

April 7th, 2010 began normally, with a shot of coffee added to my morning chocolate milk to keep me going. School passed in a haze of tiredness and boredom, AP lit entailed a short writing response to last night's read in Charles Dicken's novel Hard Times.

During autoshop, our teacher, Mr. Lynch, informed Ben and I that we would need to splice wires and connect them together...using butt connectors.

Now, I'm a senior in high school, and in my eyes, my maturity level is precisely where it should be.

So naturally, when Mr. Lynch looked me in the eye and said "butt connector" I started to giggle. Suddenly everyone around me broke out in laughter, Lynch sighed and chuckled a bit himself, and then the explanation continued... Until we were told the tools we would be using are called "dykes."

Math passed in a quick daze of complete confusion, as usual.

Instead of 4th hour, I went to a meeting for Every 15 Minutes. I'm sure this web page will eventually receive much more development on that topic, so I'll move on for now.

Lunch was also uneventful, eating in the cafeteria and then making a quick trip to DQ with Ben for a blizzard.

Fifth hour, journalism (newspaper), was much like any other. I worked on my stories, and as ads manager, contacted Dawson Richards Tux shop about an ad sale.

Doing so painstakingly reminded me that I still need to find a date for prom. Oh well, thats farther down the list as far as importance goes.

After school, I went to work for a bit, where, shocking as it my seem, the events were sadly bland and normal. I emptied garbages, and cleaned windows.

Lots of homework, another trip to DQ with guys from my small group from Bethel, and here I am in bed writing a blog post.

For a first post, I find this to be kinda boring as a whole. I blame my day. Let's hope that tomorrow is far more interesting,

kudos if you made it this far.

I'm fading fast due to the fact that I took an advil pm. My head kinda hurts lately, due mainly to this:

The story behind this? It was Saturday night at Kaden's I had a bit too much energy left over from the day. There has been a squash just sort of chillaxing on Kaden's counter for as long as I can remember. Ian and I asked if we could break it open, and Kaden said no.
Then I asked if I could break it open, if I used my head.
So after a few painful smashes, and a punch from Ian, we had made a nice dent, and decided to record the rest.



That's all for now,
Here's to hoping for a more interesting day tomorrow.