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.