Wow its late... (Short posting)

So, like stated, it's late. Which means I'm not going to say much beyond that my cheek is kinda in pain... got two fillings today, which is never fun. Also, I will be writing a post tomorrow for all of you, since this one kinda is lameo and really short, but it will be later in the day that you get it... I have a job! It's just painting, but its work, and I'll get cash to fix up the truck, and then I can get a better job. So yay!

And goodnight! See you tomorrow!

Just in case all y'all were wondering about whats up...

Life is currently pretty decent. And by pretty decent, I mean flipping schuweet, with some discrepancies that prevent it from being fully flipping schuweet, such as the fact that I will shortly be moving. Hurray! I think. Possibly. I mean, I do like the people who live around here, but the rent woman is becoming somewhat psycho... I do believe she may in fact honestly have a serious mental problem. But the fact remains we are renting from her, and as she is quickly descending from the town of unstable to the city of tweakerville, we are relocating! But not too far from where we are currently, at least thats the plan. So it's not like I'm suddenly picking up and fleeing the state. Nah, I'm going to be hanging 'round for a bit longer. Can't get rid of me that easily!

Anyways, enough on some of the things that aren't so hot in my life... Whats going on thats great? 

Well, for starters, I'm reading this awesome blog, that you should all go check out. (The link is right where I said "blog" in case you missed it. It's pretty sweet) The lady that writes it, Abigail Nussbaum, is really one awesome individual. She's got a BSc in computer science, and in her spare time writes reviews for all things amazing. Pretty much rocks. Also, she watches Dr. Who. Which pretty much makes her amazing in my book. She is a feminist, not saying thats a bad thing, but if you have not experienced a review on a movie such as, say, Scott Pilgrim VS. the World by one, be prepared for somewhat of a culture shock. It's very interesting and eye-opening to read reviews on so many things I've enjoyed that see it through a slightly different lens, and I've become somewhat of an avid reader of her blog over the last couple days. If you followed the X-men movie review link I put in my last post, it was also one of hers. 

Another thing thats pretty cool is the Savior of the World production I'm in. Just so you all know out there, yes, I am religious, and I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Also commonly recognized as the mormon church or LDS. And I am currently involved in a Production about the life of Jesus Christ, which is pretty fun. I love singing, and I love choir, and since I enjoy church immensely as well, I go to my church choir as well, and its the church choir thats really putting this on. I (during the two acts of the production) get to play through the roles of three different angels, a roman soldier, a resurrected being (From the people who rose from the dead in Jerusalem), and then just a stander-by in the chorus. So I get I think one actual spoken line, and I get some solo stage time (Read - 4 to 5 seconds), and I get to sing a lot. Regardless of your religious viewpoint (And I view Atheism as merely the religious choice not to believe in anything, not a lack of religion) I think that the life of Jesus is an exemplary one that all can gain from, whether you believe it or not, so I feel that this whole production thing is a very neat event I get to participate in. 

A third thing is that I'm involved quite heavily in scouting, and in summer camps in general. I've lived my summers as a lifeguard for a local camp since I was 14, and before that I had been going to scout camps since I was 11. So, scouting and camping, particularly during the summer, has always been of great importance to me. And swimming. And basically anything to do with water, like sailing (I was the sailing instructor last summer). But what the point I'm leading up to is that I get the opportunity to be a youth leader at Camp Helaman, which is for 16-19/20 year old boys. I'm one of the six young men who run the camp, and its all youth lead, which is really cool. If you've been involved in scouting, you probably understand how crazy that is to have a full on camp that actually runs and operates that way. Anyways, we've been planning and organizing and doing the logistics for this thing with a committee of adults since last fall, and now in two weeks it'll be here. I'm crazy ecstatic about it. Like, this thing has literally almost been a full year in the making, and we plan on having about 200 youth at the first session (Theres two sessions, each a week long, but my group is only in charge of the first session). Now, that may not seem like a huge number, but if you've ever worked at a summer camp, you probably know that 200+ youth in a smaller area, and trying to run that camp successfully is a huge undertaking. To compare, the scout camp I usually spend my summers life-guarding at, a busy week is 300-400 youth, from around the nation. A really crappy overloaded week is 400-500. But thats on 400 acres. Now, camp Helaman is on about 100-200 acres. Its about half the area of the scout camp,  but nearly the same amount of kids. It's insane. But fun! And I'm so happy for it to be here, but I know I'll be sad to see it be over.

But its all good because the very next week I'm going to that scout camp I lifeguard at and training my replacements as sailing instructors. Which makes me happy. 

And now to wrap things up, I feel I need to mention a good friend of mine, Emily. We've had an interesting past. I don't know particularly how she feels about it, but in my eyes, she's always been my intellectual nemesis. You know, the good friend who you constantly strive to be better than? Yeah, thats her. Whilst I was plunking about on a piano, and then giving that up in favor of trumpet and trombone, which I gave up for community college, and then picked up some self taught guitar, she was going about her way, playing violin. And getting better and better at it. There was a period of time where we dated, and most of our dates consisted of going to events she was playing at, and then going out for a fancy dinner afterwards, and possibly sitting on a dock and just looking out at the water. Point being, musically, she had me beat, and we both knew it. So while she took AP classes, I took to community college life like a fish. Meaning I busted arse my first year or so and then realized that its a community college where the credits I do earn won't actually do me any good, unlike her AP classes. So, I do have 4.0 GPA's in calculus (which oddly enough is the ares I scored lowest on my IQ test - mathematics that is.), but I'm going to have to retake that darn class once I get to a university. The fact however that we were taking different courses led to us having heated debates (never arguments) over which was better - AP classes, or Running Start community college classes. Turns out she was right, but while she was stuck doing super study for her AP classes, I coasted through my classes with relative ease, enjoying my free college tuition period. The truly funny part though is that we're both going to be going through school for the same thing - Math Education. I personally don't know (Read - don't remember) what she specifically has in mind, but personally I'm going for university/college level math instruction. I don't particularly want to be stuck in a classroom of kids who are in that room not for self enrichment, but because they're forced to be there. I mean, I could probably teach them and do a good job doing so, but it's not what I want for myself. I want to be the the cool college math professor! (Those do exist... somewhere... I hope) Anyways, Emily is a superduperfriggingfantasticlyamazingcool and rad person. And much smarter than those silly Evergreen students...

And I'm leaving it like that for tonight. Thanks for reading everyone! And whoever is reading this in Israel and Germany, I just think its amazing that you're reading my blog. I never thought that I would have anyone other than just a couple close friends read this, and so its really just too cool to have viewers on an international level. Thank you! And goodnight!

A quick posting about a movie review...

Here's a link!

Asking the Wrong Questions: X-Men: First Class

So, just reading through some stuff, and I happened across this review. It's very insightful, bringing into question a lot more of the inspiration and sources drawn upon in the movie, and summarizes (and rather successfully as well, in my opinion) the new X-Men movie. Basically, its a good read, even if you haven't seen it, or don't want to see it. So you should all go and check it out. It's a good 5-7 minute read, and it opens up some of the problematic questions concerning hero's and villain's.

Verdict? I recommend you go read this post. And then go watch the movie. Or at least just go read his post.

Thanks!

Its Sunday night, and there was no choir practice.

I'm felling a major loss from my daily life because of this. No really, majorly. Pain. Anguish. Darkening of the soul, loss of feeling in my outer limbs, hunger, growth spurts, acne... It's bad. Really truly horrible. I don't know if I can go on horrible. The light at the end of the tunnel has even gone out, and a sign saying "Out for Lunch, be back eventually" is up in its place. So much for happy endings. And to think, that this was all caused by the lack of choir practice on a Sunday evening.

Silly high school graduates... don't you realize music is much more important then your silly parties? Honestly... you're making Evergreen students seem like hard workers... And that's saying something. I need my choir practice! Gah... Oh well. Thank heavens I do have one thing pulling me through... one thing that makes the dismal dark of the choir-less twilight of doom bearable, One thing that can still make my life blood run hot in my veins, to make my heart beat out a wild beat of jubilant strength, to stir me up to higher callings, to visions of men, elf, dragon, dwarf, and furry rabbit fighting for supreme dominance underneath a burning field of a thousand dying suns, exploding nebula bursting into shattered dreams, the falling of a bitter drop into a well of unseasoned thoughts and hopes...

And enough with the hoopla of fantasy weaving. Basically, his name is Adam. Adam is basically my best friend, ever. If you know me, you know I say that a lot. A lot of people seem to be a best friend. But Adam here... Adam gets a special spot as my "Star crossed lover that the evil fates doth twist and rend apart our shortlived joy". Basically, we have sleepovers, watch Disney or Miyazaki movies, do church stuff, visit bookstores and oogle our way through the fantasy sections, making retching sounds at the supernatural romance sections, detour through the children's section to reawaken childhood memories, finally wend our way through the journal and notebook section, and then cruise through Olympia rocking out to T. Swift's latest album. We have yet to build a blanket fort, but that and watching Tangled is on our list of to-do's for a weekend-long hang out shortly. Maybe a group date as well. It has yet to be fully decided. (Oh, and we also visited a comic book store. My fist time in one of those... it was an... Interesting experience)

------------------------------------Story Time------------------------------------------------

Adam and Keegan met for the first time one fateful day, mid august, of the year two thousand and nine. It was   a bright day, when many hopes and dreams rested lightly upon the shoulders and minds of these two young vibrant souls. The weather had been favorable, the sun was out, and Keegan had in act just finished working as a protector of the weak and lesser developed swimming ability at a camp not far from Tahuya in the land of Washington. The bronze skinned Keegan was then newly moved into his new home in the town of Port Orchard, close to where the water of a great ocean met the land, and as such, he knew few people in the region. Adam, the literary mastermind and schemer had traveled to the area himself not many months before, and had not many acquaintances himself.

It was in a building of cool stone, a place of worship and reverence that Adam and Keegan first met. Keegan, ever the mischievous spirit, was leaning back in his chair, reveling in himself and the attention he garnered from the others, while Adam sat there, coolly and wholly unmoved by the performance Keegan was putting on, unlike the other youth in the room. Keegan thought he could charm anyone with his smiles and tongue, and enjoyed verbal sparring, the twist of words and sharp jabs, but nothing seemed to impress this youth that sat stoically in his seat. Adam was unimpressed with this show-off. 

But Keegan had a distinct personality trait, that he wanted to be friends with everybody, and to say that he wanted to at least see Adam crack a smile is an understatement of the highest mark. As such, Keegan took it upon himself to befriend Adam, and to find out what made this boy, who knew so much concerning religion and literature, go. Thus, when the class was over, Keegan ran over to Adam and introduced himself right away, clapping Adam on the shoulder.
Adam, it turned out, was merely preoccupied with the lesson, and the gathering of knowledge. For unlike Keegan at that time, he had a desire for the deeper things of this world and the next. Adam knew that while Keegan's antics may appear crazy, that for the time being, he had wanted to pay attention to the lesson. But now that the lesson was over... He put Keegan on a run for his money. Where the other male youth could not match Keegan for sheer wit, here was a young man his age that not only had a literary background filled with fantasy and adventure, but could employ his tongue to the devising of tales of fancy, and to games of wit. 

Keegan delighted in meeting Adam, and thus a friendship was born, a friendship that would in turn spawn stories and adventures the like of which have never before been seen, and through it all, Keegan and Adam remained friends, though fate would tear the star crossed lovers apart, dividing the two with miles of treacherous streets, towns, warring factions, and beautiful sirens who would occasionally attempt to sway one of the two. But the bonds of brotherhood and love are hardy, and through it all, though fates evil twisting and turnings would attempt to sever those bonds, Keegan and Adam remain friends. 

---------------------------------The End of Story Time------------------------------------

Adam, so you all know, is a writer. He's actually won several prizes for short stories he's written, and if I'm incorrect in that statement, I'm sure he'll correct me. However, I think you should read some of his stuff, so I'll figure out a way to link you all to something that has a story of his for you to read. He loves Fantasy, and aspires to become a recognized name in the fantasy literature circles. Also, he seems to post links to some of his friend's blogs, but seems to forget mine. Possibly because I spam facebook with my blog posts enough as it is already... But whatever. 

Adam and I also share a deep love for Betty White. Anything to do with that women is practically amazing. I hope to get Adam hooked into watching the show Community through the first episode of Season 2, with Betty White as the anthropology teacher. If that doesn't work I'll have to find some other way to get him to watch it. Ah, the things we do for friends. But honestly, this kid and I are going to build a blanket fort the lies of which this side of the Narrows Bridge hasn't seen yet. The whole house will become one big blanket fort. It will be amazing. I'm severely excited, that's all I have to say.

And it's ridiculously late, and although I could go on and on about Adam, and what we plan to do when we see eachother next, I'm just going to leave it at whats here. And who knows, I may write more about him later! Also, if you want a somewhat ridiculous blog about you, just get ahold of me and I'll write one. Of course, I would need to know you for a while before I could write one about you, but still... I'm sure I could dredge up something stupid we've done before. Like my cousin Jess and I? Plenty of stories about camping trips when we were young (read - younger then three) and there may be family pictures of me flipping out in a tent and Jess with a look of exasperation as she tries to ignore me. Pretty awesome stuff. 

Anyways, goodnight!