Friday, March 27, 2009

3/27/09 The end of the search

Hey guys, I'm happy. ...Why, I don't know, but I'm not one to argue. I'm really getting used to my symbol now. (oh yeah, I've got a symbol) I'm still not sure what it's for or what it means, but it seems to fit me fairly well. -nods-

What to talk about... Bishop dressed up like a coach again. And this time, it seemed like it went pretty well. Now, really, how does one motivate a group of half-asleep, unenthusiastic teenagers?

I dunno. Maybe we should... compete? I got nothing, but it really is annoying. Maybe bringing in the 'Object of the Day' would work. I suppose it's worth a shot. I'll have to talk to him about it.

Well, we've got some good news about the monkeys. After a month and a half troop surge (the accuse for my absence), we have located them and are currently bringing them back to the base of operations. Oh yeah, Hedge is back, too.

#o -squeak-

As for Hubert and the fish, I'm not sure when they'll decide to come back from 'vacation'. Then again, Hubert's never been one to help out much, so we don't miss him that much. Hedge is a relief to get back, though. Technical support has been lacking without him around. -nods-

So, now you know. Apparently, the monkeys were trying to gather numbers. (You probably heard about the monkeys escaping their exhibit by swimming out across the water off in florida) Anyway, we've found the original monkeys and are still working on wiping the memories of some of their recruits. It'll take a while, but things seem to be under control.

Anyway, I'd best be off, now. Ja mata!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

03/26/09 Bowling isn't my thing...

It would appear so. I got the hang of it after a few frames, but it definitely isn't something I'm highly skilled in. Not surprisingly, though, Bro. Born was amazing. Seriously, Whether it's sports or what have you, you can't keep up with that guy. And yet, he's not prideful about it. (You can tell I hold him in high respect.) Anyway, yeah. The leaders wiped us out. They're getting well past a hundred, and we're lucky to get to ninety (I don't think any of us got that high). More experience. That's my excuse. -nods-

Just a side note, here...: In case you haven't guessed, the teachers and priests went bowling last night. Fun stuff.

Not much on the home front to talk about, I watched last night's LOST episode. Spoiler notice...
It'll be the same color as the background, so you shouldn't notice it if you don't want to.

So, I'd say Sayid killing Ben was the highlight of the psychoticness. I mean, seriously, that's gotta be the craziest thing they've done so far to mess with time travel. I don't think the present Ben will disappear, though. I mean, that'd change the course of the entire series up till now... Ugh, my head hurts. Still, next week's episode will be awesome. XD

Okay, that's over. I guess that's everything. -shrugs- Well, either way, I'm going to get back to my schoolwork. -sighs- See ya.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

03/25/09 The ink blots will kill us all

So, in psychology, I was learning about Rorschach Inkblots, and they showed a picture of one that I could have sworn was an angry pig. And I mean /angry/. It even had red eyes. -nods- We're all doomed now.

-sighs- I'm getting the feeling that not everybody takes seminary seriously... Bishop has been acting more quiet, too. Still, I'm not sure what could be done. I mean, he's brought it up quite a few times and that hasn't done much. Hmm, what could make the scriptures more interesting? (by the way, don't ask a teenager this) I dunno, I got nothing.

I should call one of the young men's leaders and see what we're doing tonight. It wasn't very clear when they brought it up Sunday. I should write up MTC emails, too. Ugh. Why do I keep doing this to myself? I have stuff to do. And Andrew is leaving in less than a month. That just seems weird, somehow.

Yep... I gotta go. Not that I'll accomplish anything. I'll just pretend I will.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

03/24/09 Okay, I'm not letting it get longer than two months...

I'd love to say I was busy, but that'll get shot down as soon as I run out of things to talk about, which should happen any minute. I hate being lazy. It's so annoying sometimes. And yet... So relaxing.

So anyway, I doubt I'll bother with the recap. Seeing as Mom always has it up and it's probably weeks old anyway. We went on a camp out this past weekend. That was fun. Know what's not so fun? There were only two priests and a teacher. EVERYONE else was a deacon. Which is fine. Just loud, hazardous, and annoying when not separated. The hike was good. I took some pictures. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Who knows if those will ever be uploaded. Again, it's rather nice to be lazy. Annoying to no end, but nice.

Bleh... I need to drink something. I've been having this stupid headache, lately.

Hmm, a little better. -shrugs- Not important. So... Andrew got his mission call. Everyone knows that. Debi moved. ...I've got stupid things I have to take care of. Speaking of which, I should really start on that essay. It's due next week. Oi. I've gotta break this annoying habit of putting things off.

At least the mini MTC night is going well. We've got the instructors informed. I just have to come up with a completely amazing idea for the nametags. It'll be a good activity, I think. We'll get to learn our testimonies in foreign languages, learn about missionary work, all sorts of good stuff. That is, if it goes well...-We won't worry about that.

-slams head into computer- I hate mondays. -looks at the calendar- And tuesdays.
I might be tired. It's kind of hard to tell. Home teacher's coming tonight. And Andrew is getting his patriarchal blessing. I think that's spelled right.

Maybe a short story about a nail...

-crazy flashback/dream effect-

The hand at first seemed so warm– so alive. After the weeks spent collecting dust, alone in the cold, with only lifeless shells of metal for company, anything, I suppose, would have seemed so. And yet, the relief was short-lived. The touch of the hand changed, a sensation of something below. Wood? Curious, what could the hand be doi- The hit fell hard- and sharp. And yet... As soon as it had begun, it was over. The hand was gone. The steel of the hammer's head, too. Only darkness remained. And oddly enough, a strange feeling of comfort. Was this death? Then came the sound of birds. A strange sound, but one that was not of death. It seemed happy.

As the small birdhouse shifted slightly in the breeze, the nail came to a sudden decision. This was not death. This was life.

-looks up- What on earth is that??? -shrugs- Oh well, it fills space, so I'll call it worth it. See ya!