I'm not really here.

I'm sure you guys will have known that. I need to pack, I don't have much time, hurray everybody. Bye.

Caution, crazy people are here.

Ri and I dressed up for Seminary today. He was all green and black (Zelda t-shirt) with a blue lightsaber, I was black and yellow with caution tape and a yellow cape/towel. Oh yeah, it was nice. I figured out that I prefer setting the alarm to 5:00, but hitting the snooze. I wake up at 5:10 and feel alot more awake than when I wake up and 5:25. Strange, but affective. (A didn't seem thrilled about it) I need nicknames. Bad.

Oh yeah, the Alaskans seemed rather tired. (I say it was the heat that was bugging them -nods-)

Sleep is nice, but now I've realized that while being awake in the morning is good, I seem to drain energy faster. -drinks water- That seems to work well, but I fell asleep on my textbook again. Why do I have to drool? It takes about ten minutes to get it all nice again. (thoroughness matters) Maybe I need one of those book stands so I'm not holding the book...

15 minutes of sleep is nice. I begin to wish I had it. -resets alarm- I'll be right back.

-half an hour later-

I love my bed... It is nice... Don't you love homeschooling? I get to have nap time! Just like kindergarten! Only you have to right up stuff about Muslims afterwards. Yep. I'm studying past Arab societies and religions and what not in history. A bunch of dead guys do stuff. Sounds wonderful. And boring.

A is talking about not wearing socks...

Hubert hid the camera so I can't get a picture of him sleeping. (He didn't like the alarm clock idea)

I feel like sleeping, but I still have scouting, chores, and some algebra to do. Yay. Then I sleep.
5:00 still? Maybe, but I use the hydraulic system of shock treatment. Ice cold shower has never failed to wake me up.

Goodnight, everybody!

Wards...

Yep, everything is crazy now. We'll be meeting at the stake center instead of our building. -sigh- We kept most of our people though. I like the stairs in our building. The others don't have any. One floor. One. Boring. Floor. Oh well. That also means no cry room. Plus the building will be more busy. Stake center. I like the little red brick building. And Seminary. So yeah, I won't say much about mom's comment. It's just different.


I have nothing to say, now... I should go again. I have school. Yay. Bye, guys.

License plates.

So many... I gotta tell ya.

So before I get into that. Scouts is hectic again. Scout Expo. Wonderful. Not too bad, I guess.

Baptisms for the dead! Really spiritual. I liked it, it was nice. I think it was my third time. -nods- there must have been twenty people with the exact same name. (I won't say it though)

The temple is peaceful.

OKAY! LICENSE PLATES! Starting things off with The Bourne Supremacy. Putting on a fake license plate. Nice.

Next, words on license plates. I*heart*LEFTY, XO FOR U (on a bug), WHOOPPS, a few others, but really, it's crazy how many you can see in one day.

Locations. Massachusetts, Maine, Nevada, Washington, Oregon, California, Alaska. LOADS. (Actually, those were all of them for this trip, but for one day? I like.)

Superman! Well, the logo for a car dealership. :/ So, as you can see, I saw lots of License plates today. -nods-

It's late. I need sleep. Good Night!

No. Time. Ever.

So... Perkins ward, boom bang things changing, scouts smash, assignments, phone calls, lost buildings, new ward families, no sleep, no life, no rest, all chaos, ABSOLUTELY NO TIME TO THINK! I need something. I don't know what. Something that will blow things up. -digs out party snaps- They'll have to do. -eats party snap- Not for eating...

I sleep now. Then I call people...

Lol, LotR Addicts... I have to watch those some time.

Good movies. See, mom? They do have good and inspiring messages for us. ^^

Seminary will still happen Monday, at least. I still don't know what's happening.

Well, I gotta be quick, I'm babysitting at ten. Those kids are cute. A and A are cute too, though. I don't want to leave them out. It's just that I can't stay long. Because I need to babysit. Nothing personal. Imma stop talking now...

Well, I found some strawberry oatmeal and guess what??? IT WORKS AGAIN! Omen? Could be! Yep. And I believe I know how old The Bro is. 104 as of September 19! I think. The Gremlins seem pretty good at getting info about him so I it could very well true. 42 years of seminary... You never know.

We gunna party tomorrow! And We're planning on having a troop camp out so we can divide properly. Bro P said we might even be able to stay up ALL NIGHT! Awesomeness.

So, looking upward and onward. I just hope this doesn't mean miserable things. You know, "growing experiences that will help you in life." Bad signs when they tell you that...

Bye!

Wow, that was abrupt. Yeah. I need to go. Farewell to everyone who are still odd enough to find this worth reading!

Change, whiplash, and time.

First off, I forgot to mention that scouts went sort of okay, this Tuesday. We played blob tag. It took a while for everyone to get the hang of moving as a group, but in the end it was pretty nice. Bro S had the idea to use the whip affect to make the end of the line out pace anyone on the court. Affective. Very affective. You just have to watch out if you're on the end. LONG strides and firm grip. Otherwise you might crash or start flying away. We tried to avoid that. Really fun, though, I think they enjoyed themselves. Once again, only one minor injury. Yeah...

Time. I want it.

Change in myself isn't what I'm worried about. I want it. But what I don't want is change in the organizations I've been getting so used to over the years. After all, Troop Anonymous has always been around. Just like Mister Bishop. Those two aren't meant to change. Why should they? What good comes from it? -grumbles- I don't like this. Why do I suddenly see the dangerous spot of my position as a sad thing? It's not like it's fun. Just... fulfilling. I can find a hobby, can't I? I dunno.

I like the wind and sails quote, but I'd still like the wind to stay the same. I just thought of something. Now we're going to have another few months of introductions... Lately, Sunday School has found a liking of introductions. It died down a little, I guess. Not as much of it as a month ago, but it's still been happening quite a bit. -nods-

-sighs- I think I might go crazy this Saturday. It will be the last ward function before the change. The farewells and all that. I don't act crazy in front of people much. It's always been more personal. I should give it a try. The mellow side of me is nice, but not right for this sort of thing. Anyway, I'm late. I must be off.

Bye everybody!

Change is BAD!

I don't want to lose Seminary! -cries-

Okay, over that, the more I read that introduction, the more it stinks. I gotta work on it.

Uh... So yeah, I don't want to switch the ward boundaries. Seminary is in jeopardy. I don't like that. Losing SPL calling might not be devastating. I hate that I'm worrying about people, though. WHY DO I WORRY??? I DON'T WORRY. I WORK. That's all. No worrying. It just wastes time. And distracts me from schoolwork. I'm telling you. Those assignments are going to be lousy. -looks at papers- Yeah... I might want to redo them... Not that it'd help. -grumbles-

I don't want to type... Strawberries aren't working anymore, either. Not even in cake. I hate it when I think Seminary is changing...

-sigh- So very unhappy.

Randomness and starting base

Okay, first off, NS was completely different. Besides, he's not a favorite author of mine anymore. He's good, but not my style. I like Dick Francis and Christopher Paolini, as well as some others, of course.

Seminary news.
Yesterday was five people. Today was... 6?

Okay, to get to the point, I am now going to do an improv writing base (prologue) of a story which I will later expand on.

Running. There was a dark cloud over the city, creeping further and further over the streets. People were yelling, yet all sound seemed to cease within the unnatural dark that advanced. The house. They would be safe there. Clarissa grabbed her brother's hand and ran out of the park, sprinting down the asphalt road for several blocks before turning onto a crossing street. There it was. Alan was shaking now. He kept looking back at the strange mist. "What is it?" His voice was weak. Shaking. "I don't know. Just keep going, we're almost there." The two siblings ran into the house, Clarissa closing and bolting the door. They could still hear the screams outside. Alan went to a corner and curled into a ball, his eyes wide as he looked around the warmly lit entry hall. "I wish mom and dad were here." The whisper carried across the room to where Clarissa was trying to dial 9-1-1. "It isn't working..." Just then the darkness reached them and the lights went out. Everything was gone. Sound. Light. The screams that would have filled the room were stopped by the strange fog. The phone fell to the ground. Shadows of figures were drifting around them. Clarissa stared at them in horror, one turning towards her. Pale green eyes flashed open... And then it was over.
Clarissa got up and looked at the gray alarm clock resting on the dresser beside her bed. 1:16 in the morning. She went into the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was pale, her dark brown hair was disheveled. She stood there a moment, letting her breathing slow before walking back to her room. On her way there, she noticed something lying on the ground by the living room. The phone...

Wow... I can see why books aren't written off of the top of peoples' heads... Anyway, I guess it's something to start with. See ya!

The Void

The darkness creeping in around you, the end and beginning of thought. The world that cannot be entered, save by those that fall. Clouds of blankness, unwritten. Yet at the faintest image, they expand, forming a vision more sharp and clear than sight itself. And upon awakening, you feel as though they were a long way off. Dreams.

Okay, that was odd. Gotta be one of those stories where some person is seeing things in their dreams, but here, they don't remember them. An interesting thing, though. They sleep walk. one day they find a clue to a dream they had a few days before. They remember that there was some danger, something that only they could stop, because only they would know. -makes note and adds idea to the Asylum to do list-

Fear the pasta!

Okay, so one of these days I'm going to have to write these things. No short shorts. Actual stories. More work, though. Not something you do just off the bat in half an hour. Maybe some weekly story. It'd be nice, maybe I'll have ratings on how tense it is. (you know my stories will be tense) I wonder if any of them should have romance. I never liked those sorts of books, but I suppose it'd play a part in plots. I mean, it complicates things when you have a crush on someone you were hired to kill. Kind of stupid, though. Who would be thinking about asking someone out when your world is blowing up? (you can tell these things won't be romance novels) I guess one of the characters could be married. Nah, I like the idea of destruction better. Less mushy.

So yeah, I'll start on a few drafts.

Um, the court of Honor for Andrew was okay, I did a lousy job on a talk. Improv, I hate it. So yeah, leftover cake for several weeks. The cheese-its (sp?) went fast, though. I have to run, see you guys tomorrow!

PS: Should I post drafts here or wait until I have the full stories? Installments, maybe?

How could I forget? I predicted it! Sort of. Every week we get a new person. Yep, C just joined us, though we lost a few. It was C, L, Ri, J, and me. Five people!

Attendance Crash!

4, 3, 3, 2,
7, 7, 7, 3...

Did I predict this? I have an idea that there will be a lot of people Monday...

D & T are coming later today. ^^ I. Need. Nicknames.

Anyway, I can't wait to show them the work site. It's made progress. I can get to the dresser now. And the craft drawers. And the bathroom! And under the bed! Open space is nice... I need to work in the big bedroom. Must. Be. Cleaned.

Okay, so yeah, I don't have much to say. Surprised? I don't want to give a talk...

Bye!

No, no, no! I need them!

Hip-o is a simple one. Most people know who that is. After that, it starts getting difficult. But doable! I must think. -looks at notes- I need new ones, some of these are negative. Mine might have to change. B & Co. is too much. Wait a minute? What am I saying? I'm Jacob Mathew Renolds! Everyone knows that. Except for the people who think I'm Blake. (I give that name to people I don't like. Yeah, I'm mean...) There's Psycho-Mammoth, then Sharpshutter. The mother ship. (obvious enough?) I shouldn't even say our troop number! It is now Troop Anonymous. ^^ Let's see, there's Rye 'n Rye (is that spelled right?) The only problem with that one is that it's two people. And if you only use one, you don't know what you're talking about...

Scouts went okay last night. Wow, that was abrupt... We had Jeopardy. Sort of. Scout History was the hardest. -nods- They weren't bouncing off thee walls this time. Much. So all and all, I think it went okay.

What else... We've had a constant seven so far this week. So we've got:
4, 3, 3, 2,
7, 7, 7.

Odd pattern. Anyway, our ASPL is the seminary class president. ^^ J, for those of you who don't know who that is. Yep! It should be fun.

I like this song...

Hubert seems to be famous... Lucky.

I think I'm done now. Bye!

Incoming!

Tonight is scouts! I have an idea of what I'm doing, though. So yeah, not too bad.

Okay, once again, we shall split up the post.

Part one: Comments
Yep! The four are in the seven, the three are in the four and the two are in the three. ^^ Woot! Try saying that five times fast.

Part two: Birthdays
Hubert was a little late, but..

~` . *, Happy Birthday!
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. . /\. >ô -That's Hubert's Fish's Nephew!

Okay, so it looks like all of the usual readers posted. Except M(I gotta make nicknames...)... Maybe she didn't read it yet. We'll ask about it later...

Um, Part three: Fliers, thank yous, and invites
Yep, last night for family home evening we went through the area where Andrew had his book drive and delivered little papers to the houses. I saw the Triangle house! ^^

I like water.

Uh... I think that's it. Bye!

History being made

Two posts??? In one day? Yes, it turns out my carelessness has brought about such a need.

Two more things... I think.

One is... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!!! Everybody say happy birthday in the comments. (disobeyer's will be punished) Mom, you can say it, too.


Happy birthday to you! You live in a zoo! Your sons might be monkeys, but they sure love you too! (sisters have to write their own song)

Okay, now that we have done our little improv singing, we shall move onto the second order of business.

More on mountains: The tunnel is gone. -cries- I had to fill it up with boxes. Also, in reply to David and Teresa's mountain, I shall need to ask the size and fragility of said monument.

Now am I done? I wonder.

Weekends...

You always fall behind... Alright, this will be done in parts.

Part 1: Mountains
Decent progress, the play table -any of you guys remember it?- has been retaken, along with a few walkways and this cool bench thing. It's organized clutter now. ^^

Part 2: Legos
In a quest for order, I have decided that the bulk of my collection will be grafted into the family stock. (exception, of course, being the medieval castle genre) I love those little guys.

Part 3: Movies
A box of movies we didn't know about? Interesting. I saw Jumanji for the first time Saturday. Good movie, the monkeys could have been better, but that's alright. Also, Andrew has been watching Pocahontas a lot.

Part 4: Service
Other news for Saturday would be two service opportunities we had: Cleaning the church building and T's eagle project. We labeled trees!

Part 5: Seminary growth rate
Let's go over our data. The attendance goes as follows.
4, 3, 3, 2, 7. Strange pattern. Very strange. Predictions: More falls in attendance, followed by an even larger spike. -nods-

Okay, that's about it, right? -reads over memo- How could I forget??? Andrew's EAGLE COURT! And I have to talk. Great. I hate talking. But then we gunna party! @.@ So many incorrect literary points...

Why does my toe hurt? Oh well, I'll look at it later. Bye!

News. The good, the bad, and the ugly

Bad: Only two today. L. Me. NOT. SO. GOOD.

Good: Yes!!! I finished the bed! -happy dances for two and a half minutes-


The Ugly: The mountain. Is. Big. I bored into the side of it today. A little progress, notable, but not a one day victory...

So now you know. YAY! People again!!! Thank you sister peoples!

I was starting to get the feeling I was talking to myself. (I know that feeling well)

I made a tunnel. ^^ With boxes and things. It goes all over. ^^

I have to go! -waves-

The the lone three...

Still Ri, L, and myself... Seminary was a lot more popular last year, apparently. And guess what??? I like sorting and cleaning and organizing!!! I have my satchel and scriptures and scout books and school books all organized in THE TOWER OF POWER. Yep, it's awesome. Now I don't have to look around for days to find my notebook. ^^ I also got some hangers and hung up a ton of stuff, attacked the underworld that lurks under my bed and did mass damage to the over all clutter of the soon-to-be family room! Room Shift! Things are going well. Once the underworld is taken, we can lay siege to the mountain. (anyone who has been in our home knows what I'm talking about. ORDER. SHALL BE. MINE! Oh yeah, I went to the doctor yesterday. I have good vision, I'm in the 96% range for height and the 70% range for weight. I'm fat! I used to be 40% Of course I also was 85% for height, then... I need to exercise. But when do I have time??? Also, I think my readers are passing out. I haven't seen any comments in a week. Did you actually take my advice to find another spirited teenager who writes daily blog entries? If so, tell me. I must see them! The underworld is calling me. I should kill it.

So uh, yeah. I'll just get back to that so when mother comes home, she will be pleasantly surprised by the lack of bulging piles of junk everywhere. He he he, we are getting close...

See ya, innocent civilians!

How could I forget????

Monday we went to the fair! It was good! I didn't post! We saw Weird Al! He doesn't like sourcrout!

Uh, yeah. Seminary was good again. We lost one today. Now it's only L, Ri, and I. More... People. We need. More. People. Yay!

I have a doctor appointment today. They're going to say I'm dead. See, no pulse. I'm dead. Bye!

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It's quiet...

But Seminary started! Now at 6:15! Still a little upset this morning, though... I'll try strawberries.

A little better. Anyway, there were four people in Seminary today. L (ever present), Ri (the life of the party), J (surprisingly awake! Just kidding, he's good.), and of course, myself (no comment needed). So yeah, we learned about "The beginning." Of the world, of course, since there's not a beginning or ending of the bigger one. There was this great diagram Brother Bishop used. It was a circle, then he erased part of it and had the missing piece as the world. It has a beginning and end, but not the circle. Confusing, no?

Uh... I dunno what to write, but now or later I have to write a letter to some guy named Jerry. He almost drowned. He's not real.

.O¬ -le gasp-
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Hubert was very upset by the story. He thought the kid was going to die. He took bets–I mean guesses on it. Anyway, the kid almost died, so we weren't sure how to call it.

So I gotta do that. Then there's ALEK's. Probably scouts. Oh well, I'll see what I can do. Bye!