People love their TVs. It's ridiculous. We build shrines to them in our living rooms, we have family meals around them, and we even have the nerve to call watching TV, a "family bonding experience." I want all of the TVs to spontaneously explode. It would probably send our nation into chaos, but who cares it would fix our problem. Wait no it wouldn't because they would just make more. Okay so the "TV making factories" can explode too.
The stuff on TV isn't even good half the time anyways. It's all filth designed to make us soft and unresponsive so China can take over, but seriously something needs to change because our future is looking very bleak indeed.
Nation I'm begging you, get off your asses and do something. You want to know why you're fat? You can blame it on you "genes" all you want, but if you really want to know I'll tell you. It's because you are a lazy couch potato, and you sit on your fat ass all day and do nothing. Good day sir!
Friday, December 26, 2008
Getting Gifts
I always feel bad accepting gifts from people, I mean these people worked for this thing that they're giving me, and something tells me they'd much rather keep it. Also I think that getting presents is a lame way to replace a religious holiday. You're supposed to give the gift of love, but now people have money and love comes in the form of a flat screen TV.
Maybe I feel like this because growing up I never got a lot of gifts, I never went without, but it was just not a top priority in my family. I grew to understand that, but as a kid it doesn't matter when you go back to school and everyone has all these presents they got. I guess I kind of grew bitter towards Christmas, I grew to resent it, and now I get sick when people talk about getting things for Christmas. If I didn't get one thing for Christmas I would be perfectly content. You would naturally think I was lying, but that's because you like Christmas, you are one who thinks Christmas is getting gifts, and your opinion means nothing to me.
If I could skip over Christmas every year I probably would. Everything would be normal, December 24th would come and the next day it'd be December 26th. To those of you who say it's about family, I really don't agree with you either, because to me family represents the present givers. I want our nation to go through a huge reform where we ditch the superficial stuff and go back to chivalry. Is that so much to ask?
Maybe I feel like this because growing up I never got a lot of gifts, I never went without, but it was just not a top priority in my family. I grew to understand that, but as a kid it doesn't matter when you go back to school and everyone has all these presents they got. I guess I kind of grew bitter towards Christmas, I grew to resent it, and now I get sick when people talk about getting things for Christmas. If I didn't get one thing for Christmas I would be perfectly content. You would naturally think I was lying, but that's because you like Christmas, you are one who thinks Christmas is getting gifts, and your opinion means nothing to me.
If I could skip over Christmas every year I probably would. Everything would be normal, December 24th would come and the next day it'd be December 26th. To those of you who say it's about family, I really don't agree with you either, because to me family represents the present givers. I want our nation to go through a huge reform where we ditch the superficial stuff and go back to chivalry. Is that so much to ask?
Tis The Season
It seems like every time this cluster of holidays rolls around, there's always some group or another complaining. Whether it's that they think it's unfair that one holiday should get all the air time, or that a certain meaning of a holiday has been missed.
To those that say their holiday is always forgotten, I say, yes it probably is you live in a predominately Christian society. I'm sure you or whoever brought your family to America knew this, but they didn't say, oh no we can't go there they celebrate Christmas. I also say you should lighten up, because it's the holidays, go see your family have fun before the United States get taken over by China and you really won't be able to celebrate said holiday.
And to those that say the meaning of their holiday has been forgotten, I would completely agree with you. All the people in our society want is to sell stuff and get rich, or to get free things free things, so the holiday your fighting for is the result of this. I sympathize with you, but I'm afraid we won't see a change in our lifetimes, which is disapointing. They've all been mindwashed by China so they buy things and pretty soon China is just going to walk right in and take over.
China, I don't mean to offend, and if you were affended lighten up!
To those that say their holiday is always forgotten, I say, yes it probably is you live in a predominately Christian society. I'm sure you or whoever brought your family to America knew this, but they didn't say, oh no we can't go there they celebrate Christmas. I also say you should lighten up, because it's the holidays, go see your family have fun before the United States get taken over by China and you really won't be able to celebrate said holiday.
And to those that say the meaning of their holiday has been forgotten, I would completely agree with you. All the people in our society want is to sell stuff and get rich, or to get free things free things, so the holiday your fighting for is the result of this. I sympathize with you, but I'm afraid we won't see a change in our lifetimes, which is disapointing. They've all been mindwashed by China so they buy things and pretty soon China is just going to walk right in and take over.
China, I don't mean to offend, and if you were affended lighten up!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Random Humor
So people know why he's walking away.
The new war plan.
Mace Windu was reincarnated into a squirrel.
Why babies don't endorse Taco Bell.
The bulls are taking a head stand on bull fights.
Only in America My friends
Babies for Barack Obama. Piss on the status quo.
We are Sparta!!!!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
What Fix You Means to Me
We are singing a song in my show choir class called Fix You. We got an assignment to write a story about what the ballad means to us, and I just want to share it with you.
When I was six or seven years old I had a dog named Babe. Babe was a golden retriever, and she was my world. I loved that dog so much. But then she got sick. She ruptured two disks in her back, and was diagnosed with some disease I can’t recall. She couldn't walk, and she was getting worse every day. At this point in my life I was not quite familiar with death, and this was a very hard way to learn.
She spent several weeks in the pet hospital, and as a kid I thought the doctors would just fix her up and I would have my dog back. Then one day my dad walked in the door, and I asked him, as usual, if Babe was coming home soon. He gave me a look of profound sorrow and said, “I told them to end her suffering today.”
At first I didn’t understand, “So she’s alright?” I asked
My took me into my bed room and sat me down, looked into my eyes and said to me, “Robert, Babe isn’t coming home, she’s dead.”
My world no longer existed. She was gone. I sat there for the rest of the night until I fell asleep crying for my dog. I think I knew deep down that she was going to die, but I kept telling myself she would be alright. I wish I would have spent more time with her in the end, because I know it would have made her feel better to die with a friend.
I’m going to sing this song to myself back then, as an innocent child that was thrown into a situation that required a level of maturity far exceeding his own, and also to my dog Babe who I thought would be alive forever.
When I was six or seven years old I had a dog named Babe. Babe was a golden retriever, and she was my world. I loved that dog so much. But then she got sick. She ruptured two disks in her back, and was diagnosed with some disease I can’t recall. She couldn't walk, and she was getting worse every day. At this point in my life I was not quite familiar with death, and this was a very hard way to learn.
She spent several weeks in the pet hospital, and as a kid I thought the doctors would just fix her up and I would have my dog back. Then one day my dad walked in the door, and I asked him, as usual, if Babe was coming home soon. He gave me a look of profound sorrow and said, “I told them to end her suffering today.”
At first I didn’t understand, “So she’s alright?” I asked
My took me into my bed room and sat me down, looked into my eyes and said to me, “Robert, Babe isn’t coming home, she’s dead.”
My world no longer existed. She was gone. I sat there for the rest of the night until I fell asleep crying for my dog. I think I knew deep down that she was going to die, but I kept telling myself she would be alright. I wish I would have spent more time with her in the end, because I know it would have made her feel better to die with a friend.
I’m going to sing this song to myself back then, as an innocent child that was thrown into a situation that required a level of maturity far exceeding his own, and also to my dog Babe who I thought would be alive forever.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Prison For Young People
Do they think we're stupid? School is garbage! If I could pursue education with out the school environment, I would in a heart beat. I love learning, and I'm a very good student, but even I agree with most delinquents that the institution of school is just a prison.
I realize that they have to teach us to become adults, but adults don't get detention for laser pointer!!!!! I'm sorry that I was messing around with the damn thing. They told me that I could shine it in some one's eye, but I made it a point not to do that. Then after I told them that, they said I should have cooperated better with them, which I did!!!!!!! I never once lied to them, I answered all of their questions immediately after asked, and I told them who had the laser pointer right off the bat.
I guess I just don't understand. Is there job to: A) Teach me how to be an adult, B) Piss me off, C) Punish me for the littlest things, or D) Both B and C? I'll give you a hint, IT'S DDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!
It's almost as if they've forgotten what they got into teaching to do, which I bet wasn't to punish kids. I get that some odd number of years makes them bitter, but come on have a heart.
I realize that they have to teach us to become adults, but adults don't get detention for laser pointer!!!!! I'm sorry that I was messing around with the damn thing. They told me that I could shine it in some one's eye, but I made it a point not to do that. Then after I told them that, they said I should have cooperated better with them, which I did!!!!!!! I never once lied to them, I answered all of their questions immediately after asked, and I told them who had the laser pointer right off the bat.
I guess I just don't understand. Is there job to: A) Teach me how to be an adult, B) Piss me off, C) Punish me for the littlest things, or D) Both B and C? I'll give you a hint, IT'S DDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!
It's almost as if they've forgotten what they got into teaching to do, which I bet wasn't to punish kids. I get that some odd number of years makes them bitter, but come on have a heart.
The Fatal Disease
Life is the best and the worst disease we all have, and nobody makes it out alive. You spent your whole life slowly but surely proceeding to your death. You don't think of it every waking moment of the day, nor should you. If you spend your whole life thinking of your death you miss out on all of the things that make life what it is. I recently had two great aunts pass away. I didn't know them really well, and I was only affected by their death by the fact that my parents went to the funeral without me. It did however get me thinking about life and death. I wondered if they had both lived full lives full of all the wonderful and terrible experiences that coincide with one another.After the funerals my dad said that he was going to miss them both a lot. I knew then that anyone who could leave just one person behind that would miss them then they had lived a life worth living.
With all of the new medicine and things that help you live longer that the people on TV talk about, people think they'll live forever. Really they're just delaying the inevitable. And even if you could live forever, why would you want to? Do they want to be a broken pod of a person laying in bed with a tube shoved down there nose forever? Because that my friends is not living.
The fatal, incurable disease, is not such a bad thing, it's life. And those who have experienced it to its fullest will tell you that it's worth every second.
With all of the new medicine and things that help you live longer that the people on TV talk about, people think they'll live forever. Really they're just delaying the inevitable. And even if you could live forever, why would you want to? Do they want to be a broken pod of a person laying in bed with a tube shoved down there nose forever? Because that my friends is not living.
The fatal, incurable disease, is not such a bad thing, it's life. And those who have experienced it to its fullest will tell you that it's worth every second.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Messy Busniess
Ten deer total. We took them to the meat locker today to be prossesed. On the way there farmers would honk at us to congratulate us on killing some "damn corn eaters" as they know them. When we stop at a gas station and one guy commented that we,
"shoulda just kept shooting."
We got to the locker and there were tons of people there with their share of the harvest. None of them had as many as we did, the one only one who came closest was a guy who had six. People walked up to our truck and would ask, "How many ya got in there? Five, six?" and we'd reply, "Nope, we got ten of em," and they'd walk away with their tails tucked saftly between their legs.
We pulled around back to drop the deer off to the sturdy men manning the sharp blades and hack saws. One guy would pull a deer off the truck, then another would make two presise cuts and the head would forever be detached from it's owner. Meanwhil the guy witht the hack saw would take all four legs off in about eight seconds.
The whole process took only fifteen minutes, and by the time they were done, everyone had blood on their hands, and there were ten headless, legless deer on the ground waiting to be drug inside. That was the end of that, and behind us there were ten trucks in line. These guy were gonna have a long day. We wished them good luck and we were on our way.
"shoulda just kept shooting."
We got to the locker and there were tons of people there with their share of the harvest. None of them had as many as we did, the one only one who came closest was a guy who had six. People walked up to our truck and would ask, "How many ya got in there? Five, six?" and we'd reply, "Nope, we got ten of em," and they'd walk away with their tails tucked saftly between their legs.
We pulled around back to drop the deer off to the sturdy men manning the sharp blades and hack saws. One guy would pull a deer off the truck, then another would make two presise cuts and the head would forever be detached from it's owner. Meanwhil the guy witht the hack saw would take all four legs off in about eight seconds.
The whole process took only fifteen minutes, and by the time they were done, everyone had blood on their hands, and there were ten headless, legless deer on the ground waiting to be drug inside. That was the end of that, and behind us there were ten trucks in line. These guy were gonna have a long day. We wished them good luck and we were on our way.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Got Another One
It was four degrees this morning. Luckily it wasn't windy, because I would have frozen right to my bones. Anyways, I was sitting up in a tree stand to start the morning, looking out over my domain. It was just getting light and the cows were bellowing their goodbyes as they left for market.
It was getting really cold and I was ready to get up, so I did. There were some deer that I had seen up in the woods above me, and no one was shooting so I thought I'd start driving them in. I started walking, and as soon as I got to the edge of the woods, a bunch of deer stood up and started running in. I kept walking and pretty soon the woods sounded like a war zone. Shots going off all around me, I was ducking trying not to die.
After the chaos was over I stood up and looked up the hill and two bucks,A four point, and an eight point appeared from the other side. They saw me but they didn't seem too concerned I was there, their mistake. They trotted down the hill and when they reappeared on the other side I popped off a shot. They jogged a little farther, but he wasn't hit. I shot again and he lurched and took off. I shot a shot after him and he was gone. My uncle was standing up on top of the hill so I went up there to help him. At this point I thought I had missed the deer I shot at, but I resolved to look for blood when I was done.
I watched my uncle clean his deer. When he was done we walked up the hill and found another blood trail so we follow it, and followed it, and followed it. Finally we just turned around and came back. As we crossed the fence we saw another person from our group cleaning a deer. We walked up and asked him if it was his and he said he had just found it. It was the one I had shot, and we followed the blood trail back to the place I had shot it at. Sweet! An old but nice seven pointer. All in all it was a very good year for hunting.
It was getting really cold and I was ready to get up, so I did. There were some deer that I had seen up in the woods above me, and no one was shooting so I thought I'd start driving them in. I started walking, and as soon as I got to the edge of the woods, a bunch of deer stood up and started running in. I kept walking and pretty soon the woods sounded like a war zone. Shots going off all around me, I was ducking trying not to die.
After the chaos was over I stood up and looked up the hill and two bucks,A four point, and an eight point appeared from the other side. They saw me but they didn't seem too concerned I was there, their mistake. They trotted down the hill and when they reappeared on the other side I popped off a shot. They jogged a little farther, but he wasn't hit. I shot again and he lurched and took off. I shot a shot after him and he was gone. My uncle was standing up on top of the hill so I went up there to help him. At this point I thought I had missed the deer I shot at, but I resolved to look for blood when I was done.
I watched my uncle clean his deer. When he was done we walked up the hill and found another blood trail so we follow it, and followed it, and followed it. Finally we just turned around and came back. As we crossed the fence we saw another person from our group cleaning a deer. We walked up and asked him if it was his and he said he had just found it. It was the one I had shot, and we followed the blood trail back to the place I had shot it at. Sweet! An old but nice seven pointer. All in all it was a very good year for hunting.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Got One!!!
Sitting by the oven late Friday night, listing to my dad and uncle reminisce about past hunting experiences, got me excited to go out and get a story of my own.
My alarm went off at five thirty in the morning and that was all the encouragement I needed to get out of bed and get dressed. At six o'clock the other people from our group arrived ready to set out. We started walking towards our respective spots breaking off as we we got to our various exits. When I got to the spot I would be in for the next four hours I cleared some snow off the ground and settled in for a long, chilly morning. Shortly after sunrise I was "resting my eyes" for a second. I opened my eyes slowly and saw a doe running across the hill in front of me. I raised my gun but too late she was already behind dome thick brush. I saw her wandering around behind the a fallen tree and it pissed me off to be so close and not be able to shoot. I got to shoot soon enough though, she trotted up the hill and I thought she was gone for good. Ten minutes later she was back.
She came walking down the hill, and this time I was ready. With my gun raised I waited for her to come closer. When she got to where she could smell me, she stopped and looked around. It was now or never. I shot, I missed, she ran twenty yards, I shot again, I missed again, she ran away to live another day.
In my defense it was an awkward shot, but all excuses aside, I just choked. The rest of the morning I saw several more deer. I saw a total of twelve does and four bucks in that span of four hours.
After awhile my uncle walked over and told me that my grandpa had shot a deer and to come with him to see it and help him with the deer that he shot, all THREE OF THEM!!! So we went and found his first deer, cleaned it, and drug it up the hill. Then we went and found his second deer, a doe and I volunteered to clean it. My first time cleaning a deer, and I figured I'd get some practice for when I shot mine.
After we got the third one we walked back to the house to eat some breakfast. after that I decide to walk through the woods to get to my spot. When a was almost to my destination a doe trotted up over the hill. I froze. I swung my gun up and she bolted. I fired the first shot, and missed. She made it halfway down the hill and I fired again. She dropped. Hell Yea!!! I walked down to get her, but she was still alive so I put a bullet in her brain. She wasn't alive anymore. I cleaned her, man was I glad I had practiced earlier that morning, dragged her up the hill, and that was that.
AWESOME!!! More tomorrow.
My alarm went off at five thirty in the morning and that was all the encouragement I needed to get out of bed and get dressed. At six o'clock the other people from our group arrived ready to set out. We started walking towards our respective spots breaking off as we we got to our various exits. When I got to the spot I would be in for the next four hours I cleared some snow off the ground and settled in for a long, chilly morning. Shortly after sunrise I was "resting my eyes" for a second. I opened my eyes slowly and saw a doe running across the hill in front of me. I raised my gun but too late she was already behind dome thick brush. I saw her wandering around behind the a fallen tree and it pissed me off to be so close and not be able to shoot. I got to shoot soon enough though, she trotted up the hill and I thought she was gone for good. Ten minutes later she was back.
She came walking down the hill, and this time I was ready. With my gun raised I waited for her to come closer. When she got to where she could smell me, she stopped and looked around. It was now or never. I shot, I missed, she ran twenty yards, I shot again, I missed again, she ran away to live another day.
In my defense it was an awkward shot, but all excuses aside, I just choked. The rest of the morning I saw several more deer. I saw a total of twelve does and four bucks in that span of four hours.
After awhile my uncle walked over and told me that my grandpa had shot a deer and to come with him to see it and help him with the deer that he shot, all THREE OF THEM!!! So we went and found his first deer, cleaned it, and drug it up the hill. Then we went and found his second deer, a doe and I volunteered to clean it. My first time cleaning a deer, and I figured I'd get some practice for when I shot mine.
After we got the third one we walked back to the house to eat some breakfast. after that I decide to walk through the woods to get to my spot. When a was almost to my destination a doe trotted up over the hill. I froze. I swung my gun up and she bolted. I fired the first shot, and missed. She made it halfway down the hill and I fired again. She dropped. Hell Yea!!! I walked down to get her, but she was still alive so I put a bullet in her brain. She wasn't alive anymore. I cleaned her, man was I glad I had practiced earlier that morning, dragged her up the hill, and that was that.
AWESOME!!! More tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Turkeys! Everywhere!
My brother told me an interesting story the other day, which is a welcome change from the boring, uninteresting, dull stories he usually tells.
He was at home in the morning before going to school. He was getting ready down stairs when my dad yelled at him to come upstairs and fast. Standing in the front yard were a dozen turkeys, all toms, in full strut. He said he ran downstairs to get his turkey call as fast as he could, and by the time he got upstairs the turkeys were already all the way down the street. Not to be deterred by distance he called out to the toms.
As soon as the sound reached the toms their heads snapped up. They ran down the street towards the house as fast as they could. when they got to the front yard they were strutting around in full fervor, pecking, and scratching at each other. when they realized there were no hens to be found, they walked around to the back yard, thinking the females were back there. They were in the back yard doing the same thing when my dog casually walked out of her dog house and spotted the birds. She stood there stiff as a board examining the turkeys. She finally decided they didn't deserve to be there. She erupted into a fit of barking, and the turkeys took off into the sky.
Nothing like an encounter with some turkeys to get you pumped for hunting season!!!!
He was at home in the morning before going to school. He was getting ready down stairs when my dad yelled at him to come upstairs and fast. Standing in the front yard were a dozen turkeys, all toms, in full strut. He said he ran downstairs to get his turkey call as fast as he could, and by the time he got upstairs the turkeys were already all the way down the street. Not to be deterred by distance he called out to the toms.
As soon as the sound reached the toms their heads snapped up. They ran down the street towards the house as fast as they could. when they got to the front yard they were strutting around in full fervor, pecking, and scratching at each other. when they realized there were no hens to be found, they walked around to the back yard, thinking the females were back there. They were in the back yard doing the same thing when my dog casually walked out of her dog house and spotted the birds. She stood there stiff as a board examining the turkeys. She finally decided they didn't deserve to be there. She erupted into a fit of barking, and the turkeys took off into the sky.
Nothing like an encounter with some turkeys to get you pumped for hunting season!!!!
End or Term
Being in a high school that runs on the trimester system, the end of the term is fast approaching. This means: make up work, last minute additions to our banks of knowledge, and lastly it means FINAL EXAMS!@&
People are always so stressed around this time of year, usually I'm in this group of people, but not this year. I've never felt more ready to take my finals then I do at this moment, whether this is a good thing or a bad thing idk but I'm going to lean towards the good. I have four finals that I have to take this term: Algebra 2, Spanish, U.S. History, and Chemistry. I know, I know the typical high school courses, but this is my life, typical high school.
I notice that people get very pissy when they're stressed, and that in turn gets me agitated. So finals might not be a worry on my mind but to the passive observer, I bet it sure looks like it.
People are always so stressed around this time of year, usually I'm in this group of people, but not this year. I've never felt more ready to take my finals then I do at this moment, whether this is a good thing or a bad thing idk but I'm going to lean towards the good. I have four finals that I have to take this term: Algebra 2, Spanish, U.S. History, and Chemistry. I know, I know the typical high school courses, but this is my life, typical high school.
I notice that people get very pissy when they're stressed, and that in turn gets me agitated. So finals might not be a worry on my mind but to the passive observer, I bet it sure looks like it.
Show Choir
I'm in the varsity show choir at my school, and last night was our premier concert. The order that the choirs perform is: freshman group, then the junior varsity or prep group, and finally us/the varsity show choir.
Months of intense practices from 6:30 until 9:00 every Monday, and the occasional camp days from 3:00 until 9:00 have prepared the group for this night. The moves have been pounded into our brains twice over and those who thought they were unready to perform were pleasantly surprised to find that they could do all the moves with expert precision. We have cleaned the choreography so that no a single person's arm is off a tenth of a degree.
When the freshman choir took the stage it was the usual. Some kids (mostly the girls) were smiling and looking confident in themselves. The others though looked very scared to be there (your first concert tends to do that to you). After a prolonged session of applause to give encouragement the band started. The scared looks on the faces were no more, the kids were now as excited to be there as I was. Their show went off with only a few mess ups in choreography, but then that's to be expected.As they were bowing the JV choir shuffled out of the auditorium and into the hallway to congratulate the young 'uns on their way out.
When they took the stage their director came out to introduce them, and tell us what a wonderful talented group he had this year (the usually premiere concert speech). Then it was time for the show to start. They were very good, and I enjoyed watching them very much. You could really tell the difference in age between the two groups. Between the singing and difficulty of choreography the gap was immense. As I watched their performance I began to get anxious for our turn. I was so excited to get up on stage that their show seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. It was our turn!
Standing outside of the green room as they walked off stage we cheered and hollered the names of our favorite members to let them know they did a good job, but everyone was already focused and ready to go.
Standing on stage in front of a thousand people is an extraordinary feeling, and it never ceases to amaze me at the profound sense of pride that you get standing up their knowing that you worked hard to be up here and you definitely deserve being there. The song started a chill ran through my whole body as adrenaline coursed though my veins. I turned around to face the audience with a huge smile on my face, and so very excited that it was finally our turn. The show was over too quickly (we only had three songs, but still). Thunderous applause slapped into you as the miniature sonic boom expanded outwards. It's going to be a great year!
Months of intense practices from 6:30 until 9:00 every Monday, and the occasional camp days from 3:00 until 9:00 have prepared the group for this night. The moves have been pounded into our brains twice over and those who thought they were unready to perform were pleasantly surprised to find that they could do all the moves with expert precision. We have cleaned the choreography so that no a single person's arm is off a tenth of a degree.
When the freshman choir took the stage it was the usual. Some kids (mostly the girls) were smiling and looking confident in themselves. The others though looked very scared to be there (your first concert tends to do that to you). After a prolonged session of applause to give encouragement the band started. The scared looks on the faces were no more, the kids were now as excited to be there as I was. Their show went off with only a few mess ups in choreography, but then that's to be expected.As they were bowing the JV choir shuffled out of the auditorium and into the hallway to congratulate the young 'uns on their way out.
When they took the stage their director came out to introduce them, and tell us what a wonderful talented group he had this year (the usually premiere concert speech). Then it was time for the show to start. They were very good, and I enjoyed watching them very much. You could really tell the difference in age between the two groups. Between the singing and difficulty of choreography the gap was immense. As I watched their performance I began to get anxious for our turn. I was so excited to get up on stage that their show seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. It was our turn!
Standing outside of the green room as they walked off stage we cheered and hollered the names of our favorite members to let them know they did a good job, but everyone was already focused and ready to go.
Standing on stage in front of a thousand people is an extraordinary feeling, and it never ceases to amaze me at the profound sense of pride that you get standing up their knowing that you worked hard to be up here and you definitely deserve being there. The song started a chill ran through my whole body as adrenaline coursed though my veins. I turned around to face the audience with a huge smile on my face, and so very excited that it was finally our turn. The show was over too quickly (we only had three songs, but still). Thunderous applause slapped into you as the miniature sonic boom expanded outwards. It's going to be a great year!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Working
When I was younger I used to watch my parents leave for work every morning while I was stuck at home waiting for the bus to arrive to take me to the prison that was school. But my views have changed over the years. School gradually became less of a prison and more of a place that could make me like mommy and daddy. And now school isn't a place that can make me like mom and dad, it's a place that can make me better than mom and dad. You know how it is, when you're younger your world revolves around your parents and that seems to be the best thing that you can achieve in your life. But as you get older and your parents begin to involve you in the politics of family life, you see maybe the perfect world i thought I lived in isn't so perfect anymore.
Eventually pressure from my parents led me to get a job and to stop "mooching" as they put it. I still had a little of that "get to be like mom and dad" mentality at first. Work drug on and on and on. The pay was good but doing the same thing over and over just gets downright boring. It really put it into a different perspective for me. Working isn't fun or else it wouldn't be called work. So now school for me is the place that will help me to become better than mom and dad so that I won't have to work my whole life just to get by. I'm determined to have a more successful life than anyone in my family.
Eventually pressure from my parents led me to get a job and to stop "mooching" as they put it. I still had a little of that "get to be like mom and dad" mentality at first. Work drug on and on and on. The pay was good but doing the same thing over and over just gets downright boring. It really put it into a different perspective for me. Working isn't fun or else it wouldn't be called work. So now school for me is the place that will help me to become better than mom and dad so that I won't have to work my whole life just to get by. I'm determined to have a more successful life than anyone in my family.
Ice Fishing
My brother and I love to fish. We fish all spring and summer long, but when winter gets here we have to wait in boredom until spring brings the new fishing season. But not this year, no sir, this year we're going ice fishing.
To go ice fishing requires a different fishing pole then the one you use in the spring and summer. Since you're only sitting a foot from the hole, you need a short but sturdy pole. Fortunately they make poles just for this purpose. My brother and I are both buying new poles soon so that we can experience all that ice fishing has to offer.
A person we know is letting us borrow his auger and tent so that we don't have to purchase these items. We plan on going to the same lake where I caught my monster bass. You should see how excited he is about going he's been bouncing off the walls and annoying the hell out of my mom and dad. It's pretty fun to watch.
I'm sure ther will be a post telling about the trip soon after it happens so stay tuned!
To go ice fishing requires a different fishing pole then the one you use in the spring and summer. Since you're only sitting a foot from the hole, you need a short but sturdy pole. Fortunately they make poles just for this purpose. My brother and I are both buying new poles soon so that we can experience all that ice fishing has to offer.
A person we know is letting us borrow his auger and tent so that we don't have to purchase these items. We plan on going to the same lake where I caught my monster bass. You should see how excited he is about going he's been bouncing off the walls and annoying the hell out of my mom and dad. It's pretty fun to watch.
I'm sure ther will be a post telling about the trip soon after it happens so stay tuned!
Hunting Season
November is here, which means hunting season is just around the corner, and thinking about hunting always gets me pumped up. The men in my family have a tradition, every year we all go hunting the first weekend in December down on land that is collectively owned by my whole family. My brother and I usually just tag along, but don't ever get to hunt. Last year was the first year I got to go hunting with the other guys. It was an exciting time for me. Sure I had been hunting before, but always with my dad right there with me. This time it was just going to be me and the wilderness.
The weather was nasty, the forecast called for freezing rain all weekend, not looking good for our hunt. The roads were covered in ice and nearly impassable. But a little weather wasn't going to get in the way of us and our prize.
Saturday morning we all set out towards our respective spots, guns in hand and ready to shoot a deer. When I got to were I would be hunting I broke off from the rest of the group and settled in to watch the sun rise. It was already raining and the blanket of snow on the ground had a thin layer of ice over it. I thought that when the sun rose it would warm up the ground and the ice would just simply melt and stop causing me extreme discomfort in my hind end. No such luck, the sun rose behind a shroud of clouds that morning, it was going to be a long day.
Just a half an hour after the sun rose I was locked in place. The outer layer of clothes I was wearing had totally frozen in place. I could move, but I was in a comfortable position and relatively warm for being a living ice sickle. Over the course of the morning the ice got thicker and thicker until by the time I was ready to walk back to the house I had to hammer through the ice to free myself.
The next day despite the weather man's prediction of more freezing rain, it was a beautiful day for hunting, and even though I didn't shoot a deer I now have a good story to tell my kids someday.
The weather was nasty, the forecast called for freezing rain all weekend, not looking good for our hunt. The roads were covered in ice and nearly impassable. But a little weather wasn't going to get in the way of us and our prize.
Saturday morning we all set out towards our respective spots, guns in hand and ready to shoot a deer. When I got to were I would be hunting I broke off from the rest of the group and settled in to watch the sun rise. It was already raining and the blanket of snow on the ground had a thin layer of ice over it. I thought that when the sun rose it would warm up the ground and the ice would just simply melt and stop causing me extreme discomfort in my hind end. No such luck, the sun rose behind a shroud of clouds that morning, it was going to be a long day.
Just a half an hour after the sun rose I was locked in place. The outer layer of clothes I was wearing had totally frozen in place. I could move, but I was in a comfortable position and relatively warm for being a living ice sickle. Over the course of the morning the ice got thicker and thicker until by the time I was ready to walk back to the house I had to hammer through the ice to free myself.
The next day despite the weather man's prediction of more freezing rain, it was a beautiful day for hunting, and even though I didn't shoot a deer I now have a good story to tell my kids someday.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Opinions
My dad always says: "Opinions are like a-holes, everyone has one." I just want to revise this quote a little. Opinions are like a-holes, everyone has one and you don't have to know how it works to use yours. It's one of my biggest pet peeves. People who spit out opinions and support them with bogus evidence. I've heard people back opinions with stupid evidence that I could just as easily turn around on them and make them look stupid.
The worst part is it's not just regular people who do it. Journalists who write opinion columns piss me off. Sure some of them are knowledgeable, but not all of them are. I read an article this week where the writer said that computers were originally meant to replace paper but since our nation is so wasteful our country's paper consumption has doubled since computers were introduced. But then I saw a study that was published that said how paper was such an essential part of the modern work place, and that instead of replacing paper computers must coexist with it.
Just goes to show even proffesionals have stupid opinions sometimes. Do me and the world a favor everyone, keep your opinions to yorself.
The worst part is it's not just regular people who do it. Journalists who write opinion columns piss me off. Sure some of them are knowledgeable, but not all of them are. I read an article this week where the writer said that computers were originally meant to replace paper but since our nation is so wasteful our country's paper consumption has doubled since computers were introduced. But then I saw a study that was published that said how paper was such an essential part of the modern work place, and that instead of replacing paper computers must coexist with it.
Just goes to show even proffesionals have stupid opinions sometimes. Do me and the world a favor everyone, keep your opinions to yorself.
SNL Last Night
SNL has come a long way since the days of Will Ferrell or even since Jimmy Fallon, and not in a good way. Saturday night in my family used to consist of everyone dropping what they're doing and sitting down to watch SNL. But as the seasons progressed and the actors started to change, the writers changed, and I don't know there were a lot of contributing factors, but the show just lost its momentum.
Last night I was watching, and it was the skit about Barack, and Michel Obama and their late night TV special. I bring it up because it was the only skit that made me laugh. It was funny, but it just wasn't that old time laying on the floor in stitches after one of the Spartan cheerleader skits.
Coldplay was the musical guest last night. I just want to say that Saturday Night Live used to be a place were new bands could showcase their talent. I liked to watch and see the bands that no body knew about, some were good, some were bad but I enjoyed the experience all the same. Coldplay was good for the two songs they played, I really wanted to hear them play Fix You but I'll live.
So anyways I guess my point about this is that SNL needs to get their act together or else they will lose their fan base and they'll all be out of a job.
Sorry if you disagree it's my opinion and I'm entitled to it. Peace out.
Last night I was watching, and it was the skit about Barack, and Michel Obama and their late night TV special. I bring it up because it was the only skit that made me laugh. It was funny, but it just wasn't that old time laying on the floor in stitches after one of the Spartan cheerleader skits.
Coldplay was the musical guest last night. I just want to say that Saturday Night Live used to be a place were new bands could showcase their talent. I liked to watch and see the bands that no body knew about, some were good, some were bad but I enjoyed the experience all the same. Coldplay was good for the two songs they played, I really wanted to hear them play Fix You but I'll live.
So anyways I guess my point about this is that SNL needs to get their act together or else they will lose their fan base and they'll all be out of a job.
Sorry if you disagree it's my opinion and I'm entitled to it. Peace out.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Taking the ACT's
Now I know it isn't outdoorsy but taking the ACT's was a pretty big deal for me. I got there this morning promptly at eight o'clock with my five pencils, my TI-83 calculator, and my admission ticket. Normally I would be super nervous at this point, but last night I worked for four hours, and only got six hours of sleep. I was not in the mood to be there. I knew that if I got a good score on the test it could insure my admission in to the college of my choice. but for the life of me I just could not shake the crabby mood I was in. They came down the stairs to collect us and take us to our designated testing rooms. All I could think was, "Oh great, a royal waste of my life." When I got into the room and sat down I immediately felt better, that's all I need was to get off my feet. I was ready to take the single most important test of my life.
Overall I think that I did pretty good on the test. There were a few questions that I struggled on but the test is meant to make you struggle a little. I'm cautiously optimistic about my results. I can't wait to see what I got on it. College here I come!
Overall I think that I did pretty good on the test. There were a few questions that I struggled on but the test is meant to make you struggle a little. I'm cautiously optimistic about my results. I can't wait to see what I got on it. College here I come!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
One Right After Another
About a week after I caught my big ol' bass I went to the same lake but clear on the other side. I was at the spillway. The spillway consist of three main water falls. It starts off flat with grass and various weeds growing and channeling the water to the waterfalls. Then the water takes a dive off the side of a relatively small cliff about 30 feet. I was all by myself (I don't recommend going hunting or fishing by yourself EVER!!! Use the buddy system) and i was on the middle island with the two waterfalls crashing down on either side of me. I set up shop and got to fishing.
Now it wasn't long until these two people that were fishing on the other side of the barrier reeled in a largemouth. It was about the right time for them to start biting. So anyways they fumbled with the fish for a few minutes before they give up. I hear one of them call me over so I grabbed my pliers and skirted the waterfall in no time. When I got to the other side I took one look at the bass, grabbed the hook with my pliers and yanked that bad boy out. Followed by the words of gratitude from my fellow fisher men I climbed back across the falls. I don't know if it was good karma or what but not five minutes after I had helped those two I reeled in a 13 inch largemouth of my own.
Over the course of the next 30 minute I nailed 25 largemouth bass, ranging in size from 10- 15 inches. Even though i didn't keep any of them I had an immense amount of fun on this particular trip, and now the spillway is my go to spot for all of my fishing pleasures.
Until next time, cya!!
Now it wasn't long until these two people that were fishing on the other side of the barrier reeled in a largemouth. It was about the right time for them to start biting. So anyways they fumbled with the fish for a few minutes before they give up. I hear one of them call me over so I grabbed my pliers and skirted the waterfall in no time. When I got to the other side I took one look at the bass, grabbed the hook with my pliers and yanked that bad boy out. Followed by the words of gratitude from my fellow fisher men I climbed back across the falls. I don't know if it was good karma or what but not five minutes after I had helped those two I reeled in a 13 inch largemouth of my own.
Over the course of the next 30 minute I nailed 25 largemouth bass, ranging in size from 10- 15 inches. Even though i didn't keep any of them I had an immense amount of fun on this particular trip, and now the spillway is my go to spot for all of my fishing pleasures.
Until next time, cya!!
Monster Bass!
Late July. My brother and I are fishing with one of his friends at another lake in the area. We started out the day on the south shore of the lake by a small causeway. We were all out on the end of a jetty fishing for bass. We would catch small bass, maybe six to nine inches, at irregular intervals. After a while of this we decided to move to another spot across the highway. So we drove over to our new spot across the lake. We climbed out of the car and the first thing we saw was a big sign with four pictures on it, and a heading that read: Fish in This Area. The sign told us that we could catch bluegills, crappies, bass, and channel catfish. We set up shop on a nearby bench and started fishing.
We all were using worms and bobbers and we were catching bluegills left and right. It was a lot of fun, but one can only catch so many bluegills before it's time to find another quarry, and I bet we had already caught 100 bluegills. Time to move on. After we packed up the car, we drove to a dock on the north shore of the lake. There were already some people on the dock so we walked a little ways up the shore and started casting off the rocks. An hour later we moved to the other side of the small bay to a small ledge with a log in the water five feet below. We all voiced our feelings that this was the right spot.
We caught several medium sized bass over the next several hours, and my brother continued to reel in bluegills from under the dead log in the water. Then, as I was reeling in something jerked on my line. I had a lot of snags that day and I was cautiously optimistic that this was more then a snag. The drag on my reel was going out like crazy. Just when i was about to call it a snag and give up the surface of the water ten feet in front of me erupted. A monster bass as on my line and he was fighting with all of his strength. As soon as he hit the water again he took off towards the log. "He's going to get under the log," yelled my brother's friend. He jumped into the water up to his knees and grabbed onto my line. Pulling the bass into the shallows was no easy task, it was thrashing and fighting the whole way. Finally the bass was on shore. We measured the bass, 23 inches!!! Alright but now to keep it alive long enough to get it home. My car was all the way on the other side of the bay. Bass in hand I took off down the road.
When I got to my car i popped the trunk and grabbed the cooler. There were still bottles of water and cans of pop in it, but sacrifices had to be made. I pulled all of the stuff out of the cooler, leaving the ice, I put the bass it it and emptied the rest of our water into the cooler. I drove over to where they were waiting, and we filled the cooler the rest of the way with lake water. I called anyone who I thought would know what to do. Everyone told me I had to keep it alive as long as i could. After getting the same advice from two different sources we decided to go into town and buy some ice to put on the fish.
After getting ice we had to take my brother's friend home. His mom took so many pictures that I lost count of time. Finally we got home where my mom was waiting to take my picture some more. Following the advice of the people I talked to I wrapped the fish in a wet towel and put it into my freezer where it will sit until i get enough money to get it mounted.
That fishing trip was the highlight of my summer. I had so much fun. Fisher man for life!
We all were using worms and bobbers and we were catching bluegills left and right. It was a lot of fun, but one can only catch so many bluegills before it's time to find another quarry, and I bet we had already caught 100 bluegills. Time to move on. After we packed up the car, we drove to a dock on the north shore of the lake. There were already some people on the dock so we walked a little ways up the shore and started casting off the rocks. An hour later we moved to the other side of the small bay to a small ledge with a log in the water five feet below. We all voiced our feelings that this was the right spot.
We caught several medium sized bass over the next several hours, and my brother continued to reel in bluegills from under the dead log in the water. Then, as I was reeling in something jerked on my line. I had a lot of snags that day and I was cautiously optimistic that this was more then a snag. The drag on my reel was going out like crazy. Just when i was about to call it a snag and give up the surface of the water ten feet in front of me erupted. A monster bass as on my line and he was fighting with all of his strength. As soon as he hit the water again he took off towards the log. "He's going to get under the log," yelled my brother's friend. He jumped into the water up to his knees and grabbed onto my line. Pulling the bass into the shallows was no easy task, it was thrashing and fighting the whole way. Finally the bass was on shore. We measured the bass, 23 inches!!! Alright but now to keep it alive long enough to get it home. My car was all the way on the other side of the bay. Bass in hand I took off down the road.
When I got to my car i popped the trunk and grabbed the cooler. There were still bottles of water and cans of pop in it, but sacrifices had to be made. I pulled all of the stuff out of the cooler, leaving the ice, I put the bass it it and emptied the rest of our water into the cooler. I drove over to where they were waiting, and we filled the cooler the rest of the way with lake water. I called anyone who I thought would know what to do. Everyone told me I had to keep it alive as long as i could. After getting the same advice from two different sources we decided to go into town and buy some ice to put on the fish.
After getting ice we had to take my brother's friend home. His mom took so many pictures that I lost count of time. Finally we got home where my mom was waiting to take my picture some more. Following the advice of the people I talked to I wrapped the fish in a wet towel and put it into my freezer where it will sit until i get enough money to get it mounted.
That fishing trip was the highlight of my summer. I had so much fun. Fisher man for life!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
First Fishing Trip of The Summer
It was early July. My brother and I were just leaving Wal-Mart with our new lures. We had plans to go fishing in an hour with our friend who was to meet us at the lake. When we arrived he was waiting for us on the short boat dock that protruded ten feet into the water. I walked out onto the dock and what I saw was not encouraging. The water around the dock was nothing but weeds in every direction. No problem. I just tied on my top water scum frog and gave it a big heave. It landed with a faint plop about 20 yards away. I reeled it in with no results. My brother and friend had similar results. We continued this procedure for the next hour and nothing to show for it. We were growing more and more disappointed by the minute. Finally we decided to call it a day and head out. We packed the car up with our gear and left the lake the same as we had found it, full of tricky little fish. No matter a real fisher man is a fisher man for life.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
First Post
I wouldn't call myself an avid hunter/fisher, for that you need to talk to my brother. For me hunting and fishing is just a hobby not a way of life. So this blog is me telling the stories of my hunting and fishing excursions. I don't fish every day of the, or even every weekend but when I do you bet I'll have a lot to write about. In the spaces between my adventures I will be exploring a couple of other subjects. So stay tuned bloggers!!!
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