Bon Mot

Anna B's and Sunshine

2007-04-29T22:47:00.000-07:00

Manzinita and the Times

2007-04-29T03:17:00.000-07:00

The Beauty In Residence

2007-04-29T02:57:00.000-07:00

Outsider's Tools.

2007-04-29T02:48:00.000-07:00

Balk [I procreate inferior illumination diurnally] bec et ongles

2007-04-29T02:43:00.000-07:00

Current mood: nauseated

In a logistical sense...

J . P ->D.A

But normally...

P -> ~ D . A

Sooo maybe it's

J . P . T -> D . A

Since T -> P v T -> D . A

Either way
J . T
also
H = (J->T) . (T->J)

Things I don't remember I wrote. Probably that darn theology class again.

Not big fan of starting new pages.
Eric, why was his presence so prevelant in my life?
How do people come and go, and mean so much?
He did provoke good thought.
Thought that makes me not want to be in this classroom.
The "war" against evil.
The war on "terror."
Two things that are unfortunate and ironic enough to be the only sources of hatred in my life.

Myth does not mean untrue. DEAL.

Adam is a punn from adama "from ground" "dirt bag"
Ah I giggled at his lame jokes.
How do I draw a lemming?
Not a MF apple!
Ooo then maybe a pomegranite
A BF fish becomes a whale.
Oh yus, death.
Alienation is the fundamental problem of humanity.
Chaos as water.
"As far as science goes, gravity is a good thing."

Eve means ? Nvm... I was curious too...

Heaven + Earth code for all there is.

Currently Listening :
Set Yourself on Fire
By Stars
Release date: By 08 March, 2005

Cogito Ergo Sum

2007-04-29T02:40:00.000-07:00

[Res cogitans....]

Help your friends, harm your enemies.

Be content but never be idle in the process of building apathies.

To think, the breathe, and to love are just not good enough.

Put it like a kohen.

Run throught a door not meant to be open.

Let's just live; leave things unspoken.

[Isn't this skewed?]
Is it me or you?
You corner youself into being open to abuse
I reflect that. But I wouldn't do the same.
Open minds? Stretched and curled back on each other.
Mirrored face
to face
What a normal world.
Two seperate realities.
We take the pills because
you
and
I
are the same.

Currently Listening :
Stone by Stone
By Floater
Release date: By 14 November, 2006

Soundtrack

2007-04-29T02:39:00.000-07:00

Soundtrack to my life...(New)
Current mood: calm

If a movie was made of your life, what would the soundtrack be?

So here's how it works:

- Open your music library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc).
- Put it on shuffle.
- Press play.
- For every question, put the song that's playing.
- When you go to a new question, skip to the next song.
- Ready? GO!

NO CHEATING!!!

Opening Credits: Marching Bands of Manhattan: Death Cab for Cutie

Waking Up: Nice and Blue: mewithoutyou.

Falling In Love: The Weakest: Emery.

Fight Scene: A Beautiful Lie: 30 Seconds to Mars

Breaking Up: The Funny Thing About Gettind Pistol Whipped Is...: From Autumn to Ashes

Make-up: Southern Belles in London Sing: The Faint

Secret Love: Forever: As I Lay Dying

Life's Okay: Save Tonight: Eagle-Eyed Cherry

Mental Breakdown: Everything Must Go: The Weakerthans

Driving: The Blowers Daughter: Damien Rice.

Flashbacks: The Widow: The Mars Volta.

Happy Dance: What's it feel like to be a ghost? Taking Back Sunday

Regretting: Tie me up! Unite Me!: mewithoutyou.

Long Night Alone: By a Thread: goodbyetomorrow

Final Battle: Act: Blindside

Death Scene: Magic Bus: The Who.

Final Ending: Tautou: Brand New

Credits: Sound of Melodies: Leeland

Currently Listening :
Wet from Birth
By The Faint
Release date: By 14 September, 2004

Show and the coast...

2006-09-10T22:45:00.000-07:00

Portland has got me thinking

2006-09-10T22:39:00.000-07:00

We

Someone who's searching for manliness...
Someone who's searching for sexuality...
Someone who's searching for a sense of self, taking pieces of others...
Someone who's searching to be content with their image...
And someone who's searching for something to search for.

Miss haps? Perhaps?

2006-09-04T22:11:00.000-07:00

I haven't updated in a while, but then again... Who has?

Well so you know, I'm up in Portland right now. It's been fun. We have had quite a bit of miss adventures.

First of all, stranded at Fred Meyer. We were there until 2 am. It was a good bonding experience.

After many tales of being stranded, or lost, or just anything, the best would have to be Saturday.

We in this story is Christine my room mate, Katelyn, a cool girl from Arizona, and myself. Oh and part of the time with the guy named Chris.

First of all, I call Nicko while my friends and I are deciding on plans for the evening. He suggests calling Johnny, I don't know how many of you met Johnny, but he is one of Nicko's friends from SOU. So what do I do? I call Johnny. So he agrees to meet with us at Powell's which is amazing by the way, and we meet him there. Then we go to the Buffalo Exchange, and off to this strange dark restaurant called The Roxy. After "dinner" we go to Pioneer Square (good for people watching) until around 11:30 or so when we decide it might be a good idea to go back to our bus stop. We get there and low and behold our bus has stopped running. This happens all the time to us, we should have seen it coming, but we didn't. So Johnny says that we'll just take a bus to his house and then he'll drive us back to our school.

Well... After an hour of literally running around to find the right bus stop, and Johnny getting harassed by a bum... We finally were on the bus on the way to Johnny's. Now what you might not know about Johnny is his serious issue with ADD. I was completely scared about not getting to the right stop for his house but somehow me managed. We met momma, and we got in the car. Johnny's ADD continues even while driving it turns out. So that was exciting. Then, we ended up driving off the sidewalk thing. It was ridiculous, but ultimately hilarious. Johnny continued to entertain us until around 2. It started to get strenuous when Momma kept calling to ask Johnny if he was all right... You know the whole ADD thing. "Momma's panicking for Johnny." Good stuff.

*tid bit.* Johnny went to a book signing with Chuck P. You know Fight Club and sorts... And he said that Chuck read the short story "Guts" which I posted for you all a while ago aloud. He said that people threw up in the bookstore. So you can either
look at as A. he is just a really sick guy... Or B. His writing is so enthralling he got his listeners to physically respond.

Failure By Design

2006-08-01T00:07:00.000-07:00

So I pretty much wrecked my car yesterday on the way back from Portland.

It's a long story but what I can say is that I thank God that none of us were hurt, and that has to do with a lot of strange coincidences.

Umm... about what happened, basically one car on I-5 stopped completely and suddenly therefore causing the truck to stop infront of me, and I tried to stop and my brakes locked up. Basically, I had at least 100 feet distance from my car to the truck and my car skid that whole way. We didn't end up hitting it that hard, but it cracked the top of my radiator where the tube connects to the engine, and the drive line in the front obviously got bent back or something because it "clunked" when I tried to drive it.

I got a ticket because the police officer was determined to say that I was following him too close even though he marked out himself that I was 100 ft away from it. Not to mention, he apparently couldn't find time in his schedule to check out if I left a skid mark, which we definately saw later, and it was definately, just the mark mind you, 100 ft or more. I didn't swerve at all, which was good, because there was a concrete meridian on one side, and a truck on the other. Either way, it's a pretty crappy deal I got a ticket, really nothing I would have done would have fixed it. My parents are being understanding because my brakes did the same to my mother when she was in a much worse accident in my car and my dad saw the skid marks it made. Plus my mother was thinking my transmition was going out, considering it would only go 40 up the mountains on the way there and all. We talked to some really cool people in Albany who said that my radiator cracked because the way the radiator intake was designed also. So don't drive neons I guess.

Here's some good things about the accident:

*I think it's kind of a harsh wake up call about worrying about material things because I was getting really sick of all the scratches and stuff that my car was collecting without my help...

*The night before Jaqualyn and I had been talking about how I wanted to be closer to all my brothers, but in particular, James, who just happened to live close and come to my rescue, and got my car towed.

* We met those really awesome families who stayed with us until my brother got there, and even prayed with us.

* My back rear tire was dangerously low, which caused us to all ready be going slower, and how much worse would it have been if I had a blow out going full speed as opposed to actually being able to tell something was about to happen.

* My parents understood

* The other person's truck was fine.

* I didn't swerve at all.

* Oh yeah, we were all uninjured.

Some not-so-good-I'm-Still-Looking-For-the-Lesson-In-Things:

* Having such a rude officer

* Getting a ticket

* Having my court date on my first day of college.

Oh the irony

2006-05-20T17:36:00.000-07:00

To do list that somehow comes before updating my blog.
For Gibson...
*School
-including assignments like poetry journals
*Softball
-you know, playoffs
-more tournys in the summer
*Work
-well until Thurs. when I got layed off because I can't ever work because of all the other things on this list.
*Preparing for Mexico
*Never ending amounts of forms to fill out for The University of Portland
*Scholarships
*Having and spending time with friends
*Sleep
-mostly put off

He who laughs last...

2006-04-09T23:37:00.000-07:00

Apparently I missed the update where I mentioned that Mervyn's closed, so I'm still working at Abby's.

So about that, I don't know how many people know that a certain Sean Woodring is working there now, yeah I'm sorry there is so many other things going on that I tend to focus on little facts you need to know. Here are some more...

Mervyn's jacked up my W2's.
The entire Abby's staff has a myspace account, oh yeah Lynn too.
Brianne won Ms. Rogue River.
The teachers are going on strike.
Our softball season is...promising? I guess.
I messed up my ankle, no cool story, I was running to first, that is about it.
I signed up for Creation. No one else has...Get on that!
I still haven't put up any Europe pictures.
My insomnia is not bad enough to keep me up long enough to do so.
Good night.

First things first.

2006-04-02T23:08:00.000-07:00

Chyeah he's beautiful. NO pictures of Acceptance, sadness I know. They played brilliantly by the way. Hellogoodbye sucks, yeah. Europe pictures soon, I'm moving slow, sorry.

Hold your head high, heavy heart.

2006-03-06T11:08:00.000-08:00

If anything can go wrong, it will.
If anything can't go wrong, it still will.
Nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
Everthing takes londer than you expect.
Whatever you set out to do, something else must be done first.
You can't do just one thing-there are always consequences.
If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
Nature always sides with the hidden flaw.
Mother Natre is a witch.
It's impossible to make anything foolproof, because fools are so ingenious.
Always lie low-you can't fall off the floor.
Never lose heart-they might want to cut it out.
You can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, and that's sufficient.

*Murphy's Laws.*

It's best to just use this as an example than the actually explain my recent misgivings.

There are many things to look forward to however...

*concert
*campus visit
*STARS retreat
*Europe
*TAG trip to San Fransisco
*softball
*Mexico
*creation?

I guess I'm going to be pulling money out of the sky for all this by the way.

I Constantly Thank God For Esteban

2006-02-17T16:12:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I have experienced the torture of purchasing Panic! At the Disco tickets from Ebay, and have resolved never to do that again. That was terrible. Luckily one of the guys was pretty cool and sold two tickets to me after the high bidder didn't pay. I was so close to giving up. But I wish I could have just got the original tickets for $15 but at least I got tickets at all right? It better be an awesome show I'm telling you that much. Oh I also did not happen to pay as much for my tickets as timmy and davie. Just for the record. Aaaand by the way, it is so very strange to me that they sold out so quick because Yim Yims and I are pretty much the only people who know about them down here. Well M. Berry too... but yeah... C Mc. tells me that they are real big in Eugene. Hummmmm.... Oh well. At least they are not as popular here as they are in say... Florida where I saw one ticket being sold for $137!!! Haha that was Jaq. Mo. style, Gibby you know what I'm talking about.

By the way- we support our TEACHERS - Plotnik pretty much rules, stickin' it to the man. That's right Gibby, Meyers is the man... and not in a real strong sort of way.

Virtual Insanity

2006-02-15T18:12:00.000-08:00

A>. Build God, Then We'll Talk is my favorite Panic! song
B>. I wish you were could see Panic with me too.
C>. I'm glad that you get to go to a concert though.
D>. It's sad though that FOB is so terrible live(that is a self-admission by the way)
E>.Hawthorne Heights is suppost to be really good though.
F>. There is a good chance that I will be dissapointed in Panic!'s performance because of their very "studio" style.
G>. You know how many concerts that will be had by BOTH of us in college? Oh yeah! That's right.
H>. Oh yeah a huge annoyance about concerts like the FOB one will be the 12 year-old girls with Luis-Vuitton purses. Make sure you get the mosh going real good Yimmy. It's up to you.

---That was a comment that it wouldnt let me post on Kim's blog. So she can read it somehow now, right?---

So Contagious

2006-02-05T19:56:00.000-08:00

Mrs. Gibson told me to update, that must mean I'm really slacking. Although, it seems the people still high school are definately better at keeping up. With the exception of Josh maybe. So anywho, I have been reading the Da Vinci Code, very interesting, it's hindering my assigned reading of Frankenstein has a matter of fact. I suppose they are both for assignments so that is all right, right? Well I also intend on reading Tuesdays With Morrie, yay, reading. I don't mind it so much actually. So Superbowl, in all reality who cares? Especially when the Rolling Stones did the half time show. The best part was the ping-pong and DDR. Sunshine and I had to double team this one song to beat it, I finally got it though. Let's see, let's see softball is in the air. I am really excited, although, the Europe trip is going to take a chunck out of my season. STARS, Panic! at the disco hopefully I'll find tickets somewhere, and a campus visit will take up some of my practice time too, but uh, well, I got to pick out the new uniforms. Very similiar to the old ones, but better. So Corpse Bride is calling my name, taken out of context that could have been very frightening.

Oh yeah...

2006-01-19T23:09:00.000-08:00

I didn't even talk about new years... well it was fun, and I ended up with Jerad's huge cat... pictures of that awesome creature later, but here was the group.

Oh yeah hair cut much?

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?

2006-01-19T22:36:00.000-08:00

Vegetarianism. I believe after the whole belligerence going on with Matt's blog I should explain myself.

I'm not some "meat is evil" idiot.

The Fact is, processed meat is disgusting.

Therefore, I don't eat meat from stores and especially not from fast food restaurants(yeah including abby's).

If I had a farm, I would eat it as much as I wanted.

That is pretty much all there is to it.

So...

2006-01-19T13:23:00.001-08:00

I probably should update...

Just because you can and you have a motive, doesn't mean you should.

2005-12-18T23:07:00.000-08:00

So Larry Loop brought laxitive and toilet paper to the white elephant gift party. Then I went to Abby's and then I put some laxitive in Trevor's Mountain Dew. OOps.

Oh the Impossibilities!

2005-12-05T21:56:00.000-08:00

Well, I got to see Tut over the weekend. We had a very long talk haha. It was cool seeing her though. Also it was opening weekend which was exciting and went well(hard on my wrists though.) I missed Nick's performance in Ashland and that was a bummer. I wonder if he'll show to our play this weekend now? Oh well? I got some community service hours at the Festival of Trees too, that was fun. Youth group, fun, Josh's fun, even though Sunshine backed up into my car. She just bent my lisencse so it's okay. I just wish I had better luck with that stupid thing. What else, what else? Talked to J Rad on the phone for a while. He demanded my attendance at the Greely Estates concert on Wed. if I'm not working I suppose I should go.

*Oh yeah new cell phone.*
#= 941-2656

Kudos Brian, kudos.

2005-11-25T15:40:00.000-08:00

This is Brian's eulogy? for Steven.

Growing up Steven Andrew Mortinson always dreamed of being elf. His one wish would have to be for the entire world to turn in to a gigantic forest area for him to go on elf adventures in.
He had a loving family and hating brothers. His brothers hated him o much that they threw him in front of oncoming traffic. Steven narrowly escaped everyone of his brothers foolish attempts to kill him. One day Steven’s older brother Jerry Lewis learned the ancient art of Ninjitsu and taught it to Steven. Steven was very grateful for his brother’s teachings and decided to take out his angry on Eric.
Eric was a very sophisticated banker type and wore suits regularly. He found that he could overpower Steven with his wits and muscle. Eric was altogether a jerk. Although he had his parents fooled in to believing he was the perfect son and that Steven was a demon spawn of Satan. That is why Steven lived in a cardboard shanty in the basement next to the washer dryer combo.
Steven’s ninja training had proved to be successful. Stevens rage was all built up and was focused on Eric.
While Eric was sitting in the living room conjuring up plans that could be used against Steven, Steven was lowering himself from the ceiling. With a knife in one hand and the rope supporting him in the other. Quickly Steven jabbed the knife in to Eric’s neck. Eric collapsed into the glass coffee table that was filled with poison so he was for sure to die.
Just them Steven’s mom Aunty Em walked in.
Oh my god what have you done exclaimed Aunty Em just look at my coffee table cant I have nice things.
Steven was in a nervous wreck. There was only one thing to do kill Aunty Em. I know it sounds dastardly but he had to do it so he threw his ninja star in to Aunty Em’s neck piercing the jugular. Blood began to shoot out. Steven ran outside and hide in some bushes the cops had showed up and it’s a good thing Steven was in his ninja uniform or else the cops would have definitely spotted him.
With Eric and Aunty Em dead how could Steven live with himself. There was no way he could go back to school. So Steven gathered what he had and started to stealth fully walk around town looking at telephone poles and bulletins looking for somewhere he could go to forget about his horrible life.
A vast! A wanted ad for the traveling circus. Steven was home free. All he had to do was join. Good thing Steven knew how to eat fire or else he would’ve had to be the bearded lady. And good thing cause Steven couldn’t grow a beard.
While in one of his acts a big business talent scout from big business America had been watching Steven. He had heard about his inability to grow a beard. While watching the show Steven had slipped up and caught his face on fire. But he had no hair on his face to keep the fire going so the fire quickly went out. Furthering the proof that Steven couldn’t grow hair on his face. The big business talent scout from big business America had found Steven’s dressing room and had been patiently waiting for Steven. Two and a half years later Steven showed up.

“It appears to me that you are un able to grow a beard.” Said the big business talent scout from big business America.
“Why yes sir that’s the truth.” Replied Steven
“Well the modeling company a know of is going for the naturally hairless look.”
“Wow really” said Steven “I’m hairless you could use me.”
“I know.” said the big business talent scout from big business America “And that’s why I want you for the new underwear ads.”
“Well I do have buns of steal.” replied Steven
“Oh yes you do.” said the big business talent scout from big business America
“Well when do I start?” asked Steven
“Right now!”
Just then modeling music came on and Steven stripped down to his boxers. Steven continued to live the fancy life as a model. Cruise ships, helicopters, midget wrestling, and cherry filled chocolates. Yes he was doing good for himself. He had almost forgot about his life back in Memphis. Where he killed Eric and Aunty Em. This thought always snuck up on Steven.
While during a shoot in Las Vegas Steven was feeling horrible. He felt like he had stuck a red hot cactus up his nose and dropped a ten pound bowling ball on his toe. He needed to unwind and spend lots of money.
He went to a sleazy casino and started to bet money. The waitress came by and gave him an entire bottle of vodka Steven drank that down within a matter of minutes. By now he was nice and liquored up. Now Steven felt like lady luck was on his side. He was up fifty dollars and down four hundred twenty two and fifty three cents. In a slurred state of mind he stumbled upon a homeless man.
This homeless man said hey buddy?! Do you know what the square root of 9 is?!
Steven replied “Of course I do.”
The homeless man then said “Well if your so sure then why don’t you bet your entire savings on it?!”
“Alright I will said Steven.”
“Well what is it asked the homeless man.”
“Its 3.333.”
“Oh no your wrong the square root of nine is 3.”
“You tricked me you tricked me!!!” screamed Steven
“Yar yar yar!!!” said the hobo
It turned out that Steven had lost all of his money to a pirate disguised as a homeless man.
“Blast you pirates blast you!!” Said Steven
Steven was woke up in the middle of an alley the next morning. His white tuxedo was dirt bag filthy stained with whatever was on the ground urine, fecis, and trash. But mostly urine.
When he got back to his modeling studio everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
‘What what’s your problem I’m human I’m allowed to make mistakes.” said Steven
“Its not that.” they all said “Its that….well….your face…you have a five o’clock shadow!!!
Dum dum dum!!!
“Oh no oh no why god why did you make my face become hair full?!”
Steven sobbed like this for hours on end.
Later Steven was fired because his was no longer hairless. Now penniless and homeless Steven began to wander the streets of Las Vegas looking for work but no one wants to hire a washed up model who has hair on his face. Steven wandered into an alley way and looked back on his wasted life.
Just then a rich banker type man walked up to him. He had scars on his face and a knife sticking out of his neck.
“Do you know who I am?”
“No I don’t recall.”
“I’m your brother Eric does that refresh your memory.”
“No not really can you give me another hint.”
“I’m your brother that you thought you had killed but really I’m alive now.”
“Oh now I remember.”
“Well I’m back and I’m ready to seek vengeance.”
“Alright.”
Eric grabbed Steven’s lifeless body and put it in the back of his car. He drove onto the freeway reaching speeds of twelve thousand miles per hour. Eric scaled the side of his car reaching for the back of the trunk. But Eric slipped on the slime that came off of Steven’s tuxedo and fell onto the pavement smashing his skull into the ground. Eric was still a live though. And then his car ran over him squeezing his head in between the pavement and the tire. Now Eric was dead.
Steven had just awoken when he heard the slamming of Eric’s body being smooshed into mush. Steven could now escape the car had come to a complete stop and the trunk had been unlocked there was even Eric’s suits in his car and 4 million dollars. Steven had enough to re do his life and start over fresh. But the only thing was that Steven was gagged and tied up . His arms and legs were tied together and Eric had poked out Steven’s eyes previously. And now a semi truck was hurling its way towards Steven. The truck came to a scorching halt. The driver came out of his truck and started to untie Steven when a big bear came out of the woods and ate Steven’s leg and the driver. Now Steven was blind legless and gagged what worse could happen. Well a zombie virus had broken out and started to reign over the entire world now Steven laid helpless in the back of a car bleeding profusely from the leg and now zombies were coming they all started to eat Steven. To bad Steven was the only thing alive and not a zombie because nine million four thousand two hundred and fifty seven zombies were feasting on Steven’s warm flesh. Just as Steven was about to die a large zeppelin crashed into Steven and began to burn Steven alive. Now Steven had flesh eating zombies that were on fire eating him.
So Steven’s story now comes to an end. He lived luxuriously and homelessly. But no matter what he was always happy. Kudos Steven. Kudos.

It's times like this I question my pride in my humanity.

2005-11-25T13:13:00.000-08:00

Most people would say that humans are the most intelligent lifeforms, these people have obviously never been to Wal Mart on the day after Thanksgiving. It all began at 4:00 in the morning when my mother dragged me out of bed to stand in line for a camera for our friend. Okay so I stand there for an half an hour, get a little crowded, but it turns out all right, I get one of the stupid cameras. I guess the guy let us get them a little bit early because I was walking to get to my mom out of the garden center because that was what everyone was talking about. I guess they had these lap tops for $348 or something obscenely cheap like that. Anyway I come around the corner and I hear screaming. My first reaction is wow these people are idiots, then I think oh crap my mom. Now, I knew she wouldn't be one of those people screaming but I could see her being easily trampled. So I start walking just a tad bit faster. I get in there and there is this huge mosh pit style crowd trying to get a hold of one of the 25 computers. Well at first I can't find my mom and that is scary, so I get in the mix. Then I see her and she is okay. Computerless but okay. So then I hear there is a lady underneath the crowd. I had this weird out of body experience where I found my self pulling people off this lady. One woman was saying she was helping her. What I saw was her putting her knee on her to bridge her way to the computer in her grasp. So I pulled her off. Everyone turned out all right for the most part. But I really did lose a little bit of respect for people. It's just stuff! At least when animals fight or whatever it's for survival, I have to say we put ourselves on the bottum of the list when we fight over stuff we don't neccessarily need. Ridiculous.

PS. Obviously I didn't work at Mervyn's this morning, they didn't get my test results back in time.

Also I don't know if any of you remember Rebecca from my freshman year. She did choir and had red hair and glasses? Well she is as rude as ever. She was one of those screaming bangees. Her grandma helped her with her little electric cart too(don't think I am heartless, I saw her get up and walk out of Wal Mart).

Burnin' Ring of Fire

2005-11-23T23:56:00.000-08:00

Well, a few things, first obviously I saw Walk the Line. I loved it, I found out a few things about Johnny Cash that were quite interesting. For one, I had no clue he was a Bob Dylan fan? That was pretty sweet. I didn't know June Carter wrote Burning Ring of Fire, that too, interesting. Also on the way to the movies I realized that there was a letter from the University of Portland sitting on the back seat of my mothers car, I wonder if it would have ever gotten to me if I hadn't seen it there, anywho, it turns out it was a letter saying I won a $36,000 presidential scholarship, not too shabby. Well that is one year, ha. I also got my little packet of stickers and pamphlets for PETA, man those people are nuts. Anywho,36,000 down, about 138,000 more to go.

Call Me a Safe Bet, I'm Betting I'm not.

2005-11-23T11:31:00.000-08:00

Sorry for the title, that song is sticking with me as of late. So it's nearing the holidays and I should be excited I guess but I'm not. For one, I just got a job at Mervyn's and I will be starting the day after Thanksgiving, yeah that will be completely nutty, I'm aware. I have to give my two weeks at Abby's tonight, and I'm fearing for my life. Lynn could totally take me. Man, this week has been filled with projects, and it has only been three days long, well two and a half. I need to start getting some decent sleep, but oh yeah, that isn't going to happend considering I am going to start at seven and get off at midnight next week. Well, it is more money, and I can transfer when I move to Portland, that would be good to have a job before I move. Oh yeah moving, ah. I shouldn't ramble when I'm tired. Oh yeah I totally saw Zach earlier, I wonder where that kid is, he is somewhere in this building. Sedi is going crazy a few computers down from me. Oh hum, will there be or won't there be a lime house excursion on Saturday? I wish I knew. So Trevor looked at boy models with me last period haha, what a great kid. I'm totally rambling, yay. Oh Kim is a big jerk, she was suppost to bring me the Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV graphic novel to read, and well, she didn't. I'm jealous of her Motion City Soundtrack Tee shirt. I'm getting yelled out, peace.

♥ Seaside ♥

2005-11-08T21:53:00.000-08:00

Seaside, as usual, was amazing. It was even sunny at the coast. Plus I got to hang out with awesome people. Both pluses. The thing is we all got like no sleep and I woke up to go to school this morning feeling like crap. Seaside in and of itself was so much fun though. Should I do pictures? Well some of them might be dangerous haha.

I'm in!

2005-11-08T21:44:00.000-08:00

Yeah I got into The University of Portland, which leads me to the search for money. Maybe I should stop going to ashland during the weekends, it is costing me a lot. This weekend Courtneys is driving though so that is good hehe. But I am going to see Deathcab for Cutie yay. Anywho yeah, tut complained of my lack of update. Here it is.

If you want proof...

2005-10-21T23:58:00.000-07:00

Oh yeah, that is Jessica with a keytar. Josh Dies. Yeah I know my camera sucks,hilarious.

Raw Rock can really kill.

2005-10-21T23:27:00.000-07:00

OKAY so that was most definately the best show of my entire life. I sang half of Dead By Dawn and Mouth Like a Magazine for them, thanks to Ivory. I got a pic with the keytar player, with me holding the keytar, and with everyone else (Josh Dies is hilarious.) I got batteries from one of the guys cause my camera died, way nice guy. I got my shirt signed by everyone, I was front and center!!! It was amazing! Did I mention their outfits? Red shirts with a Showbread no music symbol and black cut off jeans. Or the fact that I am the sorest I have ever been, those kids got Krunk. Yeah, the raw Rock killed me..

~Rude~

2005-10-16T14:44:00.000-07:00

So I get home from work (which I got to see Artoff and Jamison at) and I get this letter from U of Portland woohoo right because I sent in my priority application so I knew I was supposed to get a letter soon... I didn't think it would be this soon however. So I open it up and it says, "Thank you for applying to University of Portland", yata yata yata, at this point I'm scared, and then it says "I'm looking forward to looking through the rest of your application documents." So after all that I still don't know. By the way, my hair is blue, blue, blue, blue. It was suppost to be black but the roots and around my face is blue. Other than that.... I bought a pretty homecoming dress. And I'm looking forward to the play Alice and Wonderland so I can play the cheshire cat. I just need to be able to rehearse...sometime, anytime haha. Humm... won't Mrs. Gibson be pleased? By the way, I think I'm in love with Panic! At the Disco. Good stuff.

Shucks.

2005-10-13T13:03:00.000-07:00

Mmk so Jessica is again not able to go to a concert she really, really wants to go to. Showbread is playing The Revolution on the 21st and I have to close. I really thought it was the 20th so I was way excited that I would get to see them, but no! So now I'm sulking during my off period, listening to Showbread. I was trying to catch all the Evil Dead references in Dead By Dawn, oh wait, the whole thing is. Anyway, back to waaah.....

My Evening in the Pysch. Ward

2005-10-11T14:53:00.000-07:00

All right without much detail on why I was there, other than it wasn't for me. I went to the behavioral studies ( or psychiatric ward) of the Rogue Valley Memorial Hospital. It was just like the movies in the lobby. Loonies on the loose. There were three men sitting in the arm chairs. I walked in with my kitty hoodie. Why would I do that? Anyway, there was a man sitting and staring wide eyed and mouth open, a man who suddenly raised his arms and acted like he was boxing, and a man who commented on my hoodie. He said "I like your cat ears." Not to weird but he was rocking fiercely back and forth. Then as my mom and I were exiting he came up to her, and because she had been crying, he put her hands on her cheeks and said "it'sh all wight, you swould be happy." It made her smile, that was good enough for me.

PS I'm on Mrs. G's computer, she ain't to happy that I'm disrupting her.

Wow, what?

2005-10-09T14:22:00.000-07:00

First off Miranda is a mean face....

Okay last night. Wooo. First we visited Shawna in the hospital after her surgery, so she was pretty drugged up. So we tried to go to DQ? Well, yeah that's what we did and York doesn't know how to get there so she is following me, and she follows some other car to a deserted gas station, luckily my girl Winter had a cell phone so she told them how to get there. I bet she wouldn't have been able to find it without the silhouettes of Dannie and I dancing on that little wall thing. Then we went and caused all kinds of annoyance at DQ while Chayse was working hehe. I had some pretty valid questions however. Like why, if the cups say scratch and win, is there nothing to scratch off? And why is the antenna ball with the little blizzard upside down? Then we went through the drive-threw, didn't order anything. Instead, when they opened their window, I turned up Death By Stereo and said "hey wait, this is a really good song." So the lady closed the window for like two seconds, pretty funny. Meanwhile Hilary is driving my car, I have no idea what I was thinking. She leaves it in drive and tries to get out to switch me. Crazy crazy. Then we kind of cruised about for a while. So okay let's go and hang out at Abby's FOREVER, wait for Trevor, get Trevor and have him drive Dannie and I FOREVER again. Til we finally found Keenan's house after returning to town. Then I drop Dannie off at like hum 1:30? And on West Evans I hit this huge raccoon. Sick. PETA would be pissed at me too.

A Season For The Books

2005-10-08T14:43:00.001-07:00

All right, this soccer season has been past the point of interesting. First off, one of our three captains fractured her knee and tore her ACL in a pre-season game, then another one of our captains walked off the field and quit. So I was the only one left. So we voted again, and now we have our captains, four! Anywho back to the intense stuff... One of our players got in a fist fight with a girl from Mazama and got a red card and couldn't play today. To make things worse one of our players broke her leg in two places in our game today. Needless to say... it's been a rough season. Keep in mind also that all these players that we have lost are the best soccer players on our team.

Frustration....

For lack of anything better to do...

2005-09-29T13:20:00.000-07:00

Well, Steven says I do not update enough, which I find odd considering he doesn't even have a blog and he still goes to the same school as I. Never the less, I will take this time to note how much I miss the old lil Rogue River.

I'm sick of fights everyday, weapons, and harsh words. I miss people who were at least somewhat stimulating to speak to, or even people who would respond with a returning hello every once in a while. I miss knowing every person that I walk passed in the halls. I miss being able to have people to go to concerts. Therefore...I miss concerts. I miss Sarver, for lack of a counselor who knows what they are doing. I miss Gary Sampson every time Mrs. Fishcer writes notes for us to copy in no order or sense at all.

However, I do like Mrs. Gibson... I do like that anatomy turns out, is quite simple. I do like these free periods (especially when I don't do homework). I do like the new friends I have made. I do like being able to say pretty much anything I want in global, that includes quoting Fight Club...

All in all? These things all could still be around if the things I miss were too.

Where's My Just Ice?

2005-09-22T22:04:00.000-07:00

My car was hit by another and then they drove away. My tail light is ruined and my car is dented. I don't know how much it will cost yet, but any will be too much.

Also, I'm sick of the lack of respect for other people around here in general.

There's a good global issue.

But I'm actually excited to do the next assignment. It's on the "justification of war." I know that one example I am going to use is the slaughter and occupation(sp?) of Tibet. The other one? Yeah, maybe Vietnam.

Christ like?

2005-09-20T11:33:00.000-07:00

All right, I just wrote this entire entry and then this stupid school computer erased everything. So basically, I haven't posted in a while so I was just thinking about how I have not really been up to anything exciting. School is taking up a lot of time. Funny how it does that. I just slaved my way through a calculus test. Actually it really wasn't that bad. The first thing to do today was turn my thesis paper to Mrs. Gibson. I was to prove that Sydney Carton is a christ-like character. Well, since that has been what I have been up to... I guess you can read it if you have nothing better to do.
In the 19th century Charles Dickens wrote the highly politically and socially opinionated novel A Tale of Two Cities. Once a reader takes a look deeper in the novel they are able to find layer upon layer of allusions and metaphorical satire. An example of this is how Dickens uses his characters. Sydney Carton for instance, is ultimately madeout to be a Christ-like figure who keeps the story from being just a tragedy. The reader is able to pick up on this through Dickens having Carton's mere presence save a life, Carton’s gift of life by giving his own, and finally relating resurrection directly to Carton.
In the first book of the novel Carton saves a man‘s life. It's interesting, however,that there is no need for him to be slaughtered to do so. Carton’s presence and the mentioning of his presence save another man's life. While working as a colleague to Mr. Stryver, who is defending a man on trial for treason, Carton gives his associate a note expressing the incredible likeness between Carton himself and the prisoner. Although the attorney does not believe this information will do their case any good, their conversation over the note captivates the rest of the court. The jury then cannot send Carton to his certain death because of the off-chance that identity was the prisoners only folly. So, in essence, just because of who Carton happens to be, he saves a man's life. In The Bible Jesus Christ constantly saves the lives of men by being in their presence.
Carton's demise is his own trip to the guillotine. His being put to death is comparable to Christ's ultimate sacrifice for the love of his people. Carton gives his life so that Lucie Manette’s husband can live. By sacrificing his life to a wooden object (likewise to Christ’s own sacrifice) he is able to show and spread his love more than he ever couldduring the duration of his normal life "it is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known" (293).
Obviously Carton is willing to give up his life. Because of this act of sparing a life for his own, he will be resurrected as Christ was. It is noted that Carton will undoubtedly live on in the hearts of the characters who will be able to live a seemingly normal life thereafter. This is seen in Carton’s own words "I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence"(292). Not to mention, he quotes Christ himself in saying "I am the Resurrection and the Life" (292). Furthermore, while in the guillotine Carton pictures in his mind the ending of the old regime in France and the rebirth of Paris "I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out" (292). Carton’s resurrection then surpasses not just his own life, but carries on to the world around him, which was the result of the hope Christ gave his followers by being resurrected.
According to dictionary.com Christ is synonymous with messiah, which in turn means “one who is anticipated as, regarded as, or professes to be a savior or liberator.” Sydney Carton in A Tale of Two Cities can certainly be regarded as a liberator and savior for his actions, and as mentioned earlier, was also a self-professed liberator and savior. Clearly Dickens used Carton as a character who could be compared by the reader as a Christ like figure.

My conclusion is lame, I know this. What I should be doing now is finding a global issue for a speech. Thing is, there are far too many issues right now to choose some. I'm thinking maybe the growth of corporations, just to defy the normal issues like poverty, global warming, etc. I'll start that on Tues. night most likely. It's due on Wed. I like this class, but I somehow think this will not be too difficult, and I'd rather just put my energy into debates then open-ended speeches.

I am Jack's Total Lack of Surprise

2005-09-12T22:27:00.000-07:00

Okay so if your bored and you're looking for something interesting to do on the internet you should read this...http://www.seizureandy.com/stuff/guts.html. It's a little story by Chuck Palahniuk. The same guy who wrote Fight Club. Leave it to him to name something "Guts" and have it be literal.

Strange things happen at the Ritchie's

2005-09-12T22:05:00.000-07:00

Well, it was Saturday night and we might as well go over to Courtney's, right? Kelly says a big "no," to the hot tub. Well, at that point what is there to do? Boredom can kill. Or at least make you do strange things. By the end of the night Bourisaw had taken a sip of fish bowl water, Brianne had scraped the top of Courtney's deodorant off and eaten it, Nicko had eaten half of a raw onion(in one bite), Courtney had licked Brianne's foot, Sedi snorted some Coke(wooot?!? >soda<), I ate a couple bites of cat food, and incase you weren't aware, Timmy lost his eyebrows.

Well, I'm now a blogger...

2005-09-11T21:49:00.000-07:00

I heard today that Levi has a blog. Which lead me to ask Eric if this was true and he offered to make me one so here it is. How exciting. We met our new youth pastor today too. Seems like a good guy. So school is happening, not too bad. Work, well... Then there are concerts that is exciting, I suppose I'm going to the Hawthorn and Spoken show in Ashland at the end of Sept. Then on the 9th of Oct. I shall be attending the Underoath and Thrice show, neato. Hopefully I can conjure up a miracle and magically land at the Mae and Mutemath show, but that is looking highly unlikely. Bummer. Ha, my life is sadly boring. I have not moved, I am not attending college yet... Oh yeah that whole decision process.... Well I'm working on it.