02/29/08 LEAP DAY

Come 365 days, this won't exist...

Anyhow, in reply to the comments...

It's a math course, which means I will not likely choose to major in it for college, no matter how things turn out. Also, yes. If I do, I will proceed to do another course if I can. After all, I wasn't supposed to start this one until next year, but I finished the last one half a year early. Anyway, I've slacked off for a year or two, so now I've got some catching up to do, let alone the constant urge that I feel to be ahead of everything else. Yeah. I wanna finish this stuff quickly.

And don't worry, Sariah, I've been beating myself up over the project too. Not getting far, but working on it.

That's roughly the comment segment, which is most of what composes my posts, so...

Story time!

A boy in his early youth, here meaning nine and a half, or ten as he would claim, ran down to the docks, excitement emanating from his eager frame as he watched the boat sail emerging from the horizon. Will's father was a fisherman, and so was often gone for extended periods of time, but every time he returned he would spend the day with him, doing anything from skipping rocks to camping out in the back yard. It wasn't really what they did that made it special, it was that they did it. It provided a chance for them to talk. About school, about sailing, it didn't matter. And one day, Will would go with his father on these trips, learning what he needed to take up the family trade. He knew a good deal already, of course, but his father had said that it would have to wait until he was older. For the ocean was a dangerous place, and while one day the sun can shine gloriously, the next may bring a storm that swallows ships with a cruel fury. Yet despite the stories of fierce deaths at sea, Will longed for the adventure of the open water. It was a rite of passage for him, something that he could always see, but not yet conquer.
As Will waited on the docks, the ship neared, causing small waves along the shore. He waved happily, but the wave was not returned. The man that had worked with his father for years seemed solemn, quiet...
The boat came up to the dock and was tied off, Will quickly rushing aboard and looking for his father. "He's not here..." Said Johny, usually bright brown eyes downcast as the boy looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean? Where is he?"
The sigh was the thing that made Will realize something was wrong. The quiet, almost silent regret filling the noise and portraying through it things that words could not.
"He's gone, Will. He won't be coming back..."

William Holland stood at the helm of the ship, eyes peering out at the crests of waves as his mind wandered back to that fateful day exactly nine years ago. Things were different now. He and mom had been forced to double their efforts while coping with loss. He had taken up several small jobs, likewise, she too found herself working several jobs in order to make ends meat. Thankfully, Johny had said that he would be able to take care of the business until Will was old enough to take on the responsibility. One day, Will thought, watching the ocean move continuously around him. How could one day change so much?


Not exactly what I was going for, but oh well. (I'm not sure if cheerful stories are in my ability to write....)

Uh... Ja mata!

02/28/08 Organization

I find more and more that while I am messy, I tend to be organized. It's like I'm addicted to rearranging things. Still, I think I like how a new system for Japanese is working out. Well, actually two.

First, I've just started jotting down the vocabulary info on index cards and categorizing them. So I now have copies based on alphabetical order, chronological order of when I learned them, and the closest category they fall under. Yay?

The second was merely dividing the hours you see, I'm thinking about doing forty-five minutes for the three days I'm doing the other subjects, then one and a half hours on the other two days to even it out. This will likely be the schedule for PE too.

So, pretty much crazy.

I need sleep. I have a book due in thirteen days that I've never found time to read, an ES coming, High School exit exams the same day the book is due, Christmas ideas to work out, and then there's scouts, and chores, and scripture masteries, and who knows what else?

-thud- Even music and strawberries are beginning to lose their affect. I mean, they help, but it's just a little overwhelming. Scripture reading and prayer? A possibility, but I already do a little and my day is already crammed full for a while... Yeah, I know. Gospel first... And the Gospel says you shouldn't undersleep. -thud-

PS: That last thud assumed the place of a farewell. -nods-

02/27/08 Irregularity

Perhaps you've noticed it. Anyway, I've been busy. Mainly with school, though I should be busy with everything else as well. So yeah, I need to get things organized before next Monday when the E.S. comes. Fun...

On a brighter note, I finished about three fourths of a course that I only started last month. Pretty happy to hear it. Anyway, I'll be sure to do plenty of review work. -nods-

So yeah. Busy busy busy...

Still, background music is good. -glances at Celtic CDs and Bourne series- Helps with the focusing.

Without further adieu, I'm afraid I must be off. School. Yay.

02/21/08 Scripture Mastery

I've got to catch up. It seems as though this class keeps a chart... You see, if there's a chart, there's competition. -nods- I must memorize them all...

Room. Room, room, room.... Right.
It's blue. Light blue. A little too light. We still have to put on the glaze, so maybe that'll make it darker. That'd be good.

Traffic cones are sounding good about now...

Anyway, I don't have much to say... As always. Still, I am a bit early... Maybe I'll think of something.

Jimmy was small for a dragon. Then again, he was a grasshopper, so that was understandable. His life was a simple one, and though he liked it, he often grew curious about the roaring creature that came by weekly to cut down the thin green stems of grass. Why did it do it? It seemed like such a silly habit, seeing as it hardly ate it. It just spit it back out again once it was sliced enough. A few times Jimmy had gone over to it, seeing how close he could get before jumping out of its path. For it didn't seem to notice him, and he knew how well it did its job of slicing grass, let alone what it could do to a young grasshopper. It was around that time again, the strange creature coming right on cue. Perhaps he would follow it today. A pleasant task for one so curious. He hopped through the freshly cut grass, watching the human and lawnmower steadily as they went around the lawn, finally going to the side and crossing the borders pass the grass. The lawnmower had stopped roaring, now, but Jimmy was still uncertain. Jimmy had never gone passed the grass before. Slowly, Jimmy hopped into the open, aware of the lack of cover that would keep him safe if an animal thought he would make a good snack. The lawnmower had gone into the cave now. The cave filled with strange sights. The human left the lawnmower, beginning to close the cave. Jimmy hopped quicker, slipping inside before the garage door closed. He looked around in the sudden darkness, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. There it was. The lawnmower. Jimmy crept forward, intent on getting a closer look of the sleeping creature. It did not seem so frightening now. He looked underneath, staring at the large teeth. All of a sudden, chopping grass didn't seem like a difficult job for this strange being. Maybe it enjoyed cutting grass. Or maybe the grass had done something to anger the large beast. Either way, the creature was perfectly capable of handling it, it seemed. He hopped on top of the lawnmower, thinking that it almost looked peaceful when it wasn't doing it's weekly cutting. After a few minutes, his curiosity seemed satisfied, although there was still a matter of getting back home, something he had not been thinking much about when he first set out. He hopped around, looking back and forth, hoping to see a hole or gap that he might leave through. Nothing... But wait! He looked over at the source of the faint light, seeing the thin fabric rustle with a quiet breeze. A window! He went quickly now, hopping on strange metal boxes he did not recognize, finally stopping on the sill of a small square opening. Sighing contently, he jumped out, going around the corner and spotting the welcoming sight of grass on the horizon.

02/19.2/08 Paint...

Oh yeah, we painted the boys room yesterday... -falls asleep-

02/19/08 Seminary, Soundstracks, and Paint

Busy five day weekend... (I'm not sure why Friday was off, but it's what it said on the log. -shrugs-)
Saturday I got the last soundtrack for the Bourne series! Yay! I can now listen to over three hours of Bourne Identity music... Very good.

Anywho, later that day, or rather evening, we went to the Triple F Dinner! Friendly Family Dinner Frenzy. Yeah, that was fun.

~MAIN SECTION~

Seminary has changed! Today was my first day in the new class, and it was... Different. LOADS of people. Good teacher, though. Excellent teacher. Very easy to take notes with. Oddly enough, they have this "object of the day" thing where they find links to the gospel with random items brought by a student. Strange... Anyway, I'm still not sure what I think, but on first impression, I suppose it went well. For the object thing, I might consider borrowing one of TB's Traffic cones. -shrugs-

Yep. Main section. Now I'm just stalling. Major brain sleep today. Can't think. Delta (BI music; just thought I'd shorten it) is helping, though. Keeps me awake. And boy do I need it... So tired. I get on these highs and then drop like a rock. Life... So uh... I go now. -runs off and trips over a pine cone-

02/15/08 I'll tell you what happened...

This is in response to the comments in the last post....

Wanna know what happened? I figured out that structure was vital to life. You know, responsibilities... Horrid good stuff.

ALEKS is a delightful program I've been taking for math stuff. No textbook. Just online. Much much faster. I actually understand most of the stuff now. ^^

Um... yeah, I've got to start looking for kid books I wouldn't mind reading twenty-two times a week... (If the kids are like I was, they'll be addicted for a few weeks and suddenly drop it when it gets old. -shrugs-)

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Do not be fooled by his harmless appearance. Behind those innocent eyes lies a mind of terror. -nods-

-crackling noise-
Hey, what's that thi-

Hmm... This is good.

Hedge?

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Could you, uh... fix it?

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Uh.. Nice wrench...

-banging noise-

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Thanks, Hedge.

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So, uh, I have to check on the monkeys... Bye.

02/13/08 Growth and inspiration

So recently I've developed the method of reading one chapter of the Bourne Ultimatum for every chapter I read of Jesus the Christ. Just a precaution to make sure I don't lose focus of the real masterminds in life. I still must give some credit to Ludlum, though. There are some mind numbing ideas that you would never normally think of. Simple things, too. Like using nylon rope and fusing knots together so they can't be untied. Warranted, I would never want to be placed in the kind of situations David Webb is continually put through, but there are still some useful information that you never know when they'll come in handy.

So yeah, two very good books. Jesus the Christ is really the main reason I find so much joy in literature, both reading and writing. I was pretty young then, back when Reading Club first started. Mom was reading Jesus the Christ and she read some out loud while I looked over her shoulder. It was a good bonding experience, and while I don't recall the words, I can still remember the voice of her reading them. It was nice, far nicer than annoying TB, my until then preferred daily activity. Reading Club isn't as frequent now, but it is still something looked forward to, and even more remembered and cherished. It showed me the inspiration of the written word, something I may not have gained as quickly without it.

I don't think I mentioned this yet, but last Saturday I went and got the Bourne Ultimatum Soundtrack. ^^ I also placed an order for the Bourne Identity Soundtrack, which has just come in, so sometime I'll have to go pick it up. Needless to say, there are many things I like about the Bourne Trilogy. Books, music, movies, all were very well put together.

I should probably stop talking about that, shouldn't I?

Oh well, so life is good on this end. I've got a well established routine to follow during the day, something I've always striven for. Speaking of which, I've got to go do my ALEKS work. See ya!

02/08/08 The legacy continues

Wow, David Webb is fifty years old in this one... (Although I imagine he still stays active, with all the running he does. No, mom. Not that kind of running. He goes for jogs to clear his mind.)

Yep, the Bourne Ultimatum. I need to get the other two soundtracks soon...

Anyhow, I figure out how to bypass the Dick Van Dyke DVDs without a remote. You skip until you're in the info for the first episode (it'll automatically be selected), then hit the back button and aim for the last episode on the disk. Then just skip to the end and you should be on the play all button in the main menu.

Yeah, I found out by accident...

Celtic music is good... But I have to go, so I won't go into that. Bye er'body!

PS: Sorry about the poll. It wouldn't let me make a new one. 404...

02/06/08 Elections

I slept through my alarm clock...

Yeah, staying up late at the elections. We may have been on either channel 13 or channel 40 news. The people from channel 13 actually asked some questions, and L, the fearless spokesman that he is, was quite remarkable. I was off a little right of the camera, much to my preferment. The less publicity I get, the better. -nods-

So yeah, quite fun. Quite tired. As you can see, I'm late. I've still got ALEKS, Japanese, and PE. Let alone chores, scouts, church... Who knows what else?

So I'll just leave you with this and jump into a wall.

02/04/08 Laziness

I'll wait until tomorrow to update the side stuff. I will say this, though. This was the first poll with only one chosen answer.

Question:
How many Hedgehogs does it take to pop 481 balloons?

Answers:
x> 1000 = 0%
481 = o%
42 = 100%
x<10 = 0%

Interesting...

Anywho, yeah, we need more monkeys on the maintenance staff. As it turns out, they're easier to control in groups. Who would've figured. I think it has to do with social unsteadiness. When there's a language barrier between every member of a crew, they're not eager to do something unexpected. Just face it, who would go through the trouble of translating into every language that the monkeys speak? Besides us, of course.


Um... There's stuff to say. Like... Elder Uchtdorf becoming the new second councilor in the First Presidency! He's awesome! Elder Monson is President and Elder Eyring is first councilor.

So, uh... yay!


That's it. I think. I don't know. I'll talk about everything else later.... Bye!

02/01.2/08 Oh, and a...

MONKEYS!

¡Wanted!
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No current information at this time.

02/01/08 Brief, but... well, just brief.

Okay, this will be short, as I am very very late at the moment. -looks at clock-
Anywho, education stuff is going to happen Monday. Charming. So yeah, I need to get ready. (Part of why I'm late.) Final draft of this months vocabulary work has to be keyed in and organized, schoolwork has to be sorted, chores have to be done, and above all, I need sleep.

I stayed up late trying to think of what if would be like not to think. I tried it a bit. Didn't work. I just kept thinking about the color green. -shakes head-

I'm tired. (Another part of why I'm late.)

I gotta go eat something or do something or faint.
Haven't yet decided which.

Goodnight.