I'm learning chinese!

There isn't a lot to report.

So I'm going to write about computers.

I'm going to come right out and say it: I'm great with computers.

But only from a hardware point of view. When it comes to software, I know my way around Windows, OSX, and a bit of Linux, but I can't solve your problems concerning your anti virus acting up or you computer running slow.

No, I choose to worry more about.... the fun stuff.

You see, when you open up a computer for the first time, it looks really insensible and hopelessly complicated, but I assure you, it's not.

I built my first computer the summer before Freshman year. How did I learn to do so?

Youtube videos.

I watched the same video about how to build a computer over and over, and then used the money I had been saving for a while combined with money recieved from my birthday. I spent a total of $361.52 on my initial build.

At this point, my desktop has none of the parts from the original build.

You see, it only takes about 8 things to make a computer:

1. Case

2. Power supply

3. Motherboard

4. Hard drive

5. RAM

6. DVD Drive

7. CPU

8. Graphics card

To put it simply, building a computer goes a little something like this:

Pop open the case, screw in motherboard, snap in CPU, RAM, and Graphics card. Screw in power supply, DVD drive, and hard drive.

Connect all the cables, install windows, and you're done.

Or at least you are done in a perfect world.

Two. Two out of at least 7 computers I've built, have started up and ran flawlessly on the first try.

The other five, minus another one, have, with a little magic and maybe even some dancing, eventually gotten to functioning properly after aggravating hours of hopelessness, research, a few dirty words.

Anyhoo, so like I said my current computer is completely different from the original.

RAM (random access memory) was the first thing to be replaced, with my 1gb stick going bad, I upgraded to a 2gb kit.

Then I swapped out my Radeon X1650 for a Geforce 9600gt.

Then my motherboard went out, and I replaced it.

New case, upgraded DVD drive, found a better power supply, needed more hard drive space, and at that point my CPU was a huge bottleneck, so I upgraded the last original component.

Upgraded just in time for all my other parts to feel obsolete.

But that's just how these things go, I suppose.

Hmm..... What to ramble about now?

I'm listening to the new(ish) MGMT CD, it's growing on me. Also recently acquired: New Jack Johnson CD, and Streets of Gold by 3OH!3.

I'm saving listening to Streets of Gold until I'm in my car and it can give me a back massage.

So this week I've done.... Nothing. I've lazed around the house all day watching Lost, Dexter, and random movies on my laptop.

I'm tired of it at this point. I'd sorta like to get back to work, mah buddies, and my car.

But I guess I can handle another day of doing nothing.... :D

Someday, my blogs will be interesting again. Until then, suck it up I guess

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I'm tiyode

Lately I've developed a strange habit of narrating my daily life in my head as if I were writing a blog about it on the spot.

It's handy at the end of the day when I recap the events of said chunk of my life, but that's only when I can actually remember the narrations.

At 2:40 in the morning on this June Monday, all I can think about is the taste of smoke in my mouth.

I took a few puffs of a "good" cigar tonight.

Before this high class contraption, all that I've smoked are swisher sweets.

Also, before I continue, just don't whine at me about smoking cigars. It would be a waste of your time as well as mine. I've never gone through an entire one, and the total I've taken puffs from=5.

It's not/will not be a habit.

And that's how I rationalize doing the opposite of what health class has taught me.

So I realized that I prefer the incredibly cheap swisher sweet type of cigar to whatever I had tonight, despite the fact it probably cost upwards of ten times anything I've sucked smoke out of before.

Add the fact that after a mountain dew and a thorough brushing of my teeth, the taste of smoke is still heavily present in my mouth, I think I'll stick to the cheap stuff next time, which I'm sure won't be for a few months at least.

Also on my mind is the fact that I'm in Oregon. Again.

We (my family/the Coleman gang) come here every year, and have done so as long as I can remember. For the past 5 years we have rented the same house, right on the beach.

It's nice and very relaxing here, but at times it can be just a bit....boring.

You see, there are 7 people total that are in this house.

My Mom and Dad

Mike and his ladyfriend

Chelsea and Melissa

and Sean

....Do you notice how I'm sort of an odd man out?

Yea, whatevs. I find ways to entertain myself.

After dinner tonight,the 7 of us somehow made the mistake of having a discussion about politics.

Things got a bit nasty. My Dad, who recently hopped on the NObama band wagon driven by Bill O'Reilly and navigated by Glenn Beck, really had nothing to say that didn't anger my Western Washington University attending sister.

But then my Mom got out a bag of cookies, and it was all good.

I finished Fight Club today. The book I mean.

It was good, but I think I liked the movie better.

Speaking of movies I just watched the first two Fast and Furious flicks. I'm currently missing my car quite a bit.... In hindsight it's probably a good thing my car is a few hundred miles away after watching those films. I've never been pulled over... I'd like to keep it that way.

Uh, I'm jumping around more than usual here.

I'm sorta missing home a bit right now, tomorrow the children at work will have no blonde guy to jump on or scream at or ask annoying questions.

If I'm lucky, they won't even notice. I realized one of the things I'm terrible with is reacting to when kids show me signs of affection.

Case in point: It's movie time. Young girl tries to sit on my lap, she climbs up and I stand up, toppling her to the floor.

Example 2: Girl is leaving for the day, she sneak hugs me and I sort of punch in her in the head because I think she is attacking me.

I think the only thing I've taken well is when one of the older boys winked at me.

The story goes:

I'm guarding the door to the pool area, waiting for all the kids to line up to go out and swim.

Suddenly, a 20something blonde walks in front of me, sporting quite a rockin body. Mid-yell, my eyes wander just a bit, but enough for this guy to smile hugely at me, mouth "I saw that" and wink.

I may or may not have given him a thumbs up for not saying anything out loud.

Also I've been missing out on whatever has been going on in the Albertsons parking lot, or in the Shari's booths, or wherever the delinquents are spending their time lately.

Oregon is cool though. What is not cool lately is the fact that I hate all types of seafood, which happens to be a dish of choice by most of the inhabitants of this house.

Not to worry though, there is a Safeway in walking distance with chow mein and general tso's chicken.

Well, thats bout it.

I was going to apologize for how random this got.

But then I realized that if you are still reading, you probably are okay with it.

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Another blog about work

From the minute my alarm arose me from my slumber at 7:23 this morning, I regretted taking the extra time to write a blog last night and promised myself I would be sleeping earlier tonight.

Yet here I am, currently 12:10a.m.

I decided I'll just suck it up for the rest of the week. The only real side effect I've noticed from the whole lack of sleep thing is slight irritability, which really comes in handy when dealing with children. They just seem to take me far more seriously when I'm legitimately angry as opposed to yelling because the situation calls for it.

But don't get the picture in your head that I storm about work screaming at children... I don't really storm about, I yell from my swivel chair in the corner.

Yea, I'm writing about work a lot lately.... It's all thats really been going on and its when I'm most focused on right now.

Last year I worked summer camp once or twice a week at most and had no clue what I was doing. This year is far different, and I like it.

The schedule of every day is now engraved in my brain, I know the majority of the kid's names, and when I tell kids to do something they do it (about a quarter of the time).

So Ima do a day in the life of Sean's work day:

7:23: My alarm makes noise in the form of 98.3, playing commercials. Go figure.

7:30: I stumble out of bed and painfully step on a motherboard laying on my carpet. I immediately resolve to clean my room later (didn't happen)

8:00: I whip out my checklist of things I need for work, including flip flops, swim suit, camp shirt, whistle, nametag, goggles, sunglasses, and water bottle.

8:10: I'm on the road to work, driving a bit faster than necessary, because I sort of can at this point.

8:25: I clock in at CBRC.

8:30: I enter the rockwall room and things are in complete insanity, but no more than usual. Already on the scene are my coworkers Nichole, Charlotte, and Jessica. (I'm the only boy working this entire week....hehehe)

9ish: I am handed a list of children that I am in charge of for the field trip to the mall to see a movie. We line up, head to the bus, and we are on our way to see the film Coraline.

Coraline was not a good choice. It was plainly a kid's movie, but not one for all kids. The kid next to me was nearly in tears at how "scary" the movie was. Plus there were more than a few awkward parts involving an incredibly disproportionate old lady in far too little clothing.

12: We get on the bus back to CBRC, kids eat lunch, I got on break. I eat in the deli with Alden and.... some lifeguard whose name escapes me at the moment.

1:30: I clock back in, and do a lot of yelling and whistle blowing due to the fact that the children won't be quiet during movie time.

2:00: I take kids in groups to rinse off before swim time.

2:15: I do a cannon ball off the diving board into the pool where I swim about avoiding children attempting to drown me for the next hour.

3:15: I hop out, and change back to work outfit. I then take the boys to get changed, which for some reason takes them FOREVER. Srsly, why does it take 15 minutes to change out of a swim suit? It's things like this that cause me to put on my angry face.

3:45: It's snack time. Kid's clean up, and receive a cookie. Hopefully they will become conditioned to clean for food...

4:00: I take kids on the "deli run," meaning kids who bring money can spend it at the CBRC deli on candy, drinks, sammiches, etc.

While we are waiting for food, I hear my manager on the intercom asking for housekeeping to report to the rockwall room. At this point I'm glad I volunteered to take kids to the deli, as I can only imagine what could have warranted cleaning staff to be paged so intensely.

4:30: Kids finally have their food, and we go back to the rockwall room. The next hour is chaos.

There is a 4 year old kid. To avoid complications, I'm going to not use his real name and refer to him as Ben.

Ben will not stop crying.

Ben's crying began when he was told he needed to change into his swim suit, as he really did not want to go to swim lessons.

Ben ceased crying for a bit, and was taken to his swim lesson just fine.

I go to pick Ben up from his swim lesson, and I have to have a lifeguard retrieve him from the pool for me as he refused to get out when I asked.

Tears ensue, and continue until his dad arrives half an hour later.

During the half hour, I tested to see if it was legit crying, or just WAAAA crying.

I tickle him, and he laughs uncontrollably until I stop, and the wailing starts up again instantly.

Two other times during the day I dealt with crying children. Both involved being hit in the eye, which is always downright painful. The first kid was 5, and I calmed him down by telling him his eye fell on the ground and if he took a deep breath with me, we could find it. He smiled and it was all good.

A few minutes later, a kid gets nailed in the eye with a dodgeball. This kid is about 10. I try the same routine on him, and it makes him stop crying, but only because he was astounded and how stupid I managed to make myself sound.

5:15: Most kids are gone, Casey and I start cleaning hardcore as usual.

5:30: Camp is officially closed, 3 kids remain, as do I.

5:45: I finally leave for the day.

I get home at 6, and crash until around 7 where I am rudely awakened by my mother announcing I need to clean my room, bring up my laundry, and go to my other job.

After cleaning and bringing, I go to the office I work at 4 hours a week and perform my usual activities.

Finally, it is about 9 oclock and the rest of the day is mine.

I hit up panda express with Matt, and head home assuming I'm done for the day, until Gareth makes my phone go ringaling.

So as usual, we I meet up with him at Albertsons along with Amber and Dani. Chilling occured, other people joined up, and a grand old awkward time was had.

The night ended with me seeing Ida for probably the last time.... like ever. Which really sucks, but we got a lot of pictures, so yay!

Up in 7 hours. Let's rock tomorrow kids, it's my last night in the TC for a week, as I'll be leaving for the Oregon coast as soon as I get off work on Friday.

Please remember, I love getting feedback on mah blogs, Kthx

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Holluh

I really should be sleeping right now.

I'm gonna recap the past few days, then do in depth on a few things.... Like I always do...

Sunday, I sat at home and did nothing. It was great.

Monday came too quickly, arising from slumber at around 7:3o to be at work at 8:30 where I was to stay until 5:30. After work, I came home to mow my neighbors massive lawn, then I crashed for about 45 minutes to recharge for a night of dancing at Jack Didley's.

Today went by strangely fast considering how long it was. My alarms went ringaling at 5:50 in the effing morning, it is now 12:15 and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open.

Back to Monday: work went smooth as one can expect. The exciting part of the day was a field trip to Atomic Bowl. At 9:30 we were on a bus to the bowling alley, arriving on time without a hitch.

Kids are pretty terrible at bowling, and thats coming from a guy who got excited when his score was above 90.

Would you believe that a 9 year old called a 5 year old a "fucking idiot" for stealing his quarter?

Yup, that happened while bowling. The offender lost his DS privileges for the rest of the week (which is srs business in these parts.)

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. Well, I honestly can't remember the rest of the day right now.... So thats the image I'm going to put out for now.

I'm gonna skip right to clubbin'

Gareth, Mick, and I arrived at Jack Didley's at around 10. We scour the place for a few minutes, noticing with a sinking feeling the the dude to chick ratio is horribly off and not in our favor. Luckily most of the guys don't quite have the skills to actually ask a random girl to dance, to it worked out okay for me.

The highlight for me was having a girl walk up to me and say "Aren't you the guy from the Albertons parking lot?"

Why yes, yes I am that guy.

After about 2 hours of a combination of dancing and walking around looking for someone to dance with, we finally call it a night and walk out to my car where Gareth gets a phone call telling us to meet someone at McDonalds.

On our way to McDonalds, they call us back and say it's closed and now we're meeting at Ihop.

Then Ihop is closed, so now we are meeting at KFC.

Then KFC is closed, so we finally met at Shari's.

The table went something like this: Bryce, Dylan, Hannah, Dani, Mick, Gareth, Amber, me.

I remembered everyone's name! The majority of those people I had never met before, so it was a nice change.

I finally got home at a few minutes after 1, yet couldn't sleep until almost 2:30. Three and a half hours later, it was today and I was NOT ready for it.

After a shower, banana, granola bar and chocolate milk, I grabbed my work shirt, nametag, and whistle and hopped in the Nissan. I walked into the main Camp room (the rockwall room) to see only about 5 kids there so far.

So I sit down and have a conversation with them while the room is still sane.

At some point I guess I said something in french, which got us talking about languages. I asked the children if any of them speak a different language.

One child answered "Yea I speak german!"

Another then piped up "I SPEAK HAMBURGER" and pretended to loudly eat one.

I am confuse

The next notable thing was when I was walking along, minding my own business when a child suddenly started climbing up me. When he was about at my shoulders, I shake him off and say "Dylan what are you doing!?"

To which he replied "Sorry, I thought you where the rockwall." and walked off like nothing strange happened.

Suddenly it's time for a movie, and I go on my break. I return an hour later to help out with swimming things, and after about 2o minutes a kid walks up (we are watching the movie Akeelah and the Bee, a movie about a spelling bee) and asks if the movie is about a bee like the animal, or a spelling bee.

He asks this an hour and a half into the film.

Finally its time to swim, and as usual I get in and swim with the kids and somehow don't drown while ten children simultaneously climb on me. After swimming, it is finally 4 oclock and I am off.

I exercise my freedom by exercising for a few minutes, then peacing out for home where I take a good 2 hour nap.

I wake up and go to my other job for about an hour, and then go chill with my homies Alden Jeremy and Ben.

This was the first time we had been together since our Oregon trip two weeks ago, which was just about right as we where close to killing each other at the end of that event despite its funness.

We hit up Applebees for foods then Jack in the Box for shakes.

I drop the kids back off at Alden's, then head home with more than half a milk shake in my cupholder.

My stomach starts to sear with pain, and I'm like

EFF YOU MILKSHAKE

and in a moment of insane dramaticness I throw it out my window.

Yea I'm a terrible person for littering I know, but worry not for I already got my comeuppance for the action.

Jack in the Box milkshakes come with lids, lids with massive holes on the top.

To throw the shake, I tilted it sideways, and threw it hard.

This resulted in Oreo milkshake flying throughout my car, primarly landing on my shorts and my door.

I sigh, pull over, wipe everything up, and realize my pants are too uncomfortable to wear.

So, I take them off.

Driving without pants was rather freeing.

I mean srsly, windows down, sunroof open. I'm in 4th gear on the bypass doing 35 behind some old couple, and just as I crank some Angels and Airwaves a spot opens up for me to flying around them.

I shove the clutch down, yank the shifter into second, feel the tires squeal against the pavement and watch as my tach soars to four thousand, five thousand, six thousand revolutions per minute.

Finally I back off and shift through the gearbox until I hit sixth, feeling the breeze whoosh by, all without pants on.

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Summer so far

Uhm....

Whoosh.

It's been a while, I told myself I wouldn't completely give up on writing this thing.

But then I kinda did.

It is currently 12:55am on June 20th.

Quite a few things have changed since my last blog post.

I now drive a 2004 Nissan Sentra.

I'm no longer in High School.

I'm single.

I'm working, kind of a lot.

I now own a laptop!

Yup, for those of you who don't know, I recently acquired a 2004 Nissan Sentra SE-R Spec V.

We got it for 4500, about half the the blue book value, due to the fact that it has a branded title (salvage). A tree fell on the rear window, destroying much of the body. The suspension and frame where unharmed, and the damaged body replaced.

Basically I got a hella nice car for hella cheap. It has a short ram intake, headers, and nice exhaust, putting me at around 200hp.

Downside? 23mpg. Coming from the Hyundai getting nearly 35, this is taking a toll on my wallet. But it's worth it to piss off my pissy neighbors with a punch to the throttle as I drive by with Imma Be shaking the entire vehicle.

It's nice to give in to the teenager stereotype occasionally.

Next up, graduation.

It went by fast, but it was cool. Uhm.... Yea, I almost effed up my walk because I'm a spaz, but I think it turned out alright.

Siara and I are no longer a thing, but we're buds and whatnot. So it's all good.

I worked about 32 hours this week between my two jobs, and next week I'll put in about 44. I'll be working 8:30 to 5:30 every day, putting in two hours at the office on Tuesday and Wednesday.

Work has been going well, and I'm actually enjoying myself. I work at the Racquet club as a Kid's Camp Staff. Basically, this means I ensure children don't light anything on fire while their parents are at work. So far, I have been successful.

Story time!

Last year: My first day working summer camp, I have no clue what the hell I'm doing. I get yelled at by a coworker whose name I didn't even know yet to take the boys to change out of their swimsuits.

I'm like, yea I can handle this... Kids can handle changing their clothes right?

All is going well, until I hear a scream "I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM"

I walk to the room the cry came from, and told the child (who we will call Isaac for now) to hurry up and change, then he can use the restroom.

But no, he has to go now. I assume he is in his swimsuit, and tell him he can go.

He walks out, completely unclothed, giant grin on his face.

I look around dumbfounded, spot a towel, tell him to wrap it around himself, and go to the bathroom down the hall (out of the changing room, in the hallway of the club.)

He says okay, and takes off running.... the towel is on the ground after about 3 steps.

So now there is a 4 year old boy streaking through CBRC, giant grin on his face, with red faced me chasing him down with a towel.

He runs clear past the bathroom and is about to climb the stairs when I catch up and escort him to the girls bathroom (which is all that was available.)

I leave him in the bathroom, and after about two minutes ask if he is done, and got no response except for a lot of giggling. I open the door, and he is frolicking about singing something that I couldn't decipher.

I facepalm.

I run back, get his clothes, return, and find him doing the same thing.

It was then I got my game face on, and turned on Mr. Angry Voice.

"Isaac, you have five seconds to get your clothes on or you'll be in time out."

He pauses.

He looks me straight in the eye.

He grins his 4 year old grin.

He says without blinking: "What the fuck?"

My brain ceases to function.

I don't know whether to laugh, yell, or pretend I didn't hear anything.

I chose option 3 for the time being, and started counting down from 5.

He repeats his former statement, and I have no clue what to do.

I exit the bathroom and let Danny handle the situation, as I am too blown away to do anything else.

Thinking that things couldn't get more complicated, I walk back into the main room.

Everything appears normal, until I hear a girl's scream and turn my head to see a young asian boy fumbling about with a pair of underwear... Completely unclothed as well.

That pretty much sums up my experience from last year.

My top 2 favorite experiences from this summer, so far:

We have all 70 children in one room, along with 8 staff.

The kids are all talking about being loud, so Josh puts on his angry face and yells

IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE LOUD.....Well, don't be loud.

He started strong, then just sorta failed.

Numba 2:

We are at the roll arena. Jessica is telling a group of kids to clean up their mess, and yells

"I'm going to count to 30, this mess had better be cleaned up by then."

Two seconds pass, kids haven't moved, she starts counting down from 10.

The kids (and myself) look around a bit confused, and wonder how good her math skills are.

Oh wait, I have a third.

Me (sean) and Josh work together.

Two regular kids we get brothers named Shawn and Josh.

One day, Shawn and Josh's dad came to pick them up.

Teresa (the manger) walks in and announces: "Shawn, Josh, your dad is here."

I look at tall Josh, and excitedly yell "Josh! Dad is here!"

And little Shawn and Josh get real confused.

So yea, it's dandy so far.

I'm typing this all on my HP netbook.

I decided that since I'm bringing my Desktop to college, spending a ton of money on a legit laptop wouldn't really make sense. So I put a little more than 300 toward this bad boy.

Who knows, this could be my last blog for a bit. Or I could make it a regular thing....Who knows.