So, my cousin Nicole now has a blog! I'm so proud of her! (Not sure why. I'll get back to you on that later. Maybe... No promises, ok?) And she just posted her first post and all... It was a blast for me to read, just because I really miss those punks over in Enumclaw that I call family. It's been way to long since I've seen them last, and I'm in dire need of an apples to apples game with extended family, and a bunch of girl/guy drama/gossip Just dance1or2/movie night. NICCCCOOOOLE! (And... The Grinch!!!) I NEED A COUSINS NIGHT!
That bit of a shout out being done and over with, I feel like going on to say that the Savior of the World production is coming together very nicely, and that I will be extremely happy when its over. I've never been so hecticly busy my whole life, I swear. And yes, I did just make the word hecticly up. It means hectic-like, but with more emphasis on the whole "Oh-My-Goodness-I-Am-WAAAY-Too-Busy" aspect of it. But other than that pretty much just a normal hectic.
As for work, its amazing. I'm not really good at it yet, but I'm enjoying painting houses and stuff. Plus, one of my friends, Zak, is my coworker, which is really just too cool. And we'll be doing exteriors, which means I can get a tan this summer as well! Yay! That is something I am definitely looking forward to. That way I don't have to put makeup on to like this tan (Imagine me motioning at my face. It's currently all make-up-ed. It was for he dress rehearsal, I swear. Gosh darn people always put too much eyeliner on though... I look sorta like Guyliner from Lost). Which will be nice, because I just happen to enjoy being tan. Being tan is enjoyable. And it makes you feel that much more awesome, because you're apparently cool enough to be outside in the sun for long enough to become tan. And yeah. Tan's are just cool. Fact of life.
Also about work... I had to wake up at 4:30 to get ready so I could leave for work at 5, so we could hit the job site by 6, which was insane. Especially because I didn't get home the night before until about midnight because of savior of the world rehearsal, and then had to shower and all, so that was on three hours of sleep.
And now I've been running nonstop since then practically, so if this is all a bit ramblish and not understandable, thats why. I blame being exhausted. It's an interesting state of mind. On the one hand, writing comes a lot easier. Suddenly things are much more interesting than any sane, normal, rational being would think they are. You can carry on for lengths about almost any given topic, and if you can't, you'll redirect it all to something you can talk about for hours and hours and hours on end. On the other hand however, you may still be rational and sane enough to realize you are, in fact, rambling, and approaching what I've come to call through my experiences with it the asymptote of nervous frantic writing. It's where all lucid thoughts become scarce, and the brain is attempting a mass purge of all randomness in it into the blogosphere as a cleaning system. As one approaches this point, the subject that is being written about becomes meandering. Words used and terms depicted are "free-floating" and multi-faceted, depending heavily upon context and method of use for actual meaning. The subject itself is not as heavily set in stone as depicted, the subject in general being the unloading of excess mind garbage, with a sub-subject being the object and means by which said object is completed. One starts writing frantically, writing more and more, becoming more sure that the more he writes, the better It (It referring to whatever it is that the one is writing) will become. Much like the scene in which the belief is held that if a hundred monkeys are put in a room with a hundred typewriters for a hundred years, eventually a Shakespearian work will be produced, one holds the belief that if enough is typed, one good sentence will appear, and that sentence will appeal to readers everywhere, thereby increasing readers. In all actuality however, the one has lost his grip on reality, descending into a dark pit of self torture as he strives to write more and more, becoming increasingly worked up about it all, just trying to write one thing that will come across as genuinely funny/uplifting/humorous/interesting/exciting/etc..
It will not happen.
A man may approach the asymptote of nervous frantic writing, but the closer he comes to the point of genuine awesomeness, he veers suddenly and drastically in the wrong direction. It's like taking a right at a no right turn sign. It's just not good. And as much as he may try to reach that point, it will not happen.
You see, the only way to reach the point in the middle of the asymptote of nervous frantic writing that is the Epitome of Awesome Writing is through the Nirvana of English. Also commonly known as NoE. Its got a fan base with as many fingers as there are on my hand if you take them all away except for my thumb. Which isn't exactly a finger. Hmm. I may need to re-define the fan base here.
Regardless, NoE is the only way to safely pierce the asymptote of nervous frantic writing to reach the pinnacle of blogging, the Epitome of Awesome Writing (Also known as the EAW). But its late, and as I'm rather fast approaching the ANFW (Asymptote of Nervous Frantic writing) I'll leave it at this, and pick up next time with a discussion of the NoE and how to reach it, if it is indeed reachable (Sorry Evergreen students... You cannot simply "Puff" your way there...). Or teachable.
Well, goodnight!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Blah blah blah.... Late again, I know
So, sorry guys. I know I sorta lied when I said I would be putting one up on the next day in my last post. It wasn't meant as a lie, but then it sorta turned into one when I totally was uber busy the next day and didn't get home before like midnight...
But Saturday I did zumba for the first time! That was fun. I definitely enjoyed it a bunch, and its on my to-do-again list. I also was able to go to some dance classes, Swing, West Coast Swing, and Salsa. And then I went and played Dodgeball. And after a short break for dinner, I went to a dance in an airport hangar and danced until 11:50 at night... It was pretty intense. And I discovered I have muscles that disagree with being used for dancing for so long... my back, between the shoulder blades in particular. Also discovered that I can I can use my hips with a lot more motion than I had thought possible... All in all, a great day of self discovery and dancing. And I wish I could do it again.
But without the aching like a bum the next day.
Like, when I mean aching like a bum, I mean being so sore you just lay in bed until noon because moving at all hurts, and being dehydrated makes your head hurt so you're stuck between hurting like crazy to get up and get water, which you feel like throwing up as soon as you sip some, or hurting a little less than crazy by just laying there and dealing with the headache. It's like a hangover but better... no horrible aftertaste and wondering what exactly happened the night before. Sadly however, its not an easy thing to get rid of.
So, I resorted to yogurt and some ibuprofen... which did the trick, thank heavens. I also watched the last episode of Lost again, which is possibly the most amazing piece of work done for an episodic show ever, and showered. So, feeling warm and comfortably filled (Yogurt does really well on a-slightly-upset-and-not-wanting-but-needing-food stomach) but not vomity*ish filled stomach, I decided to play me some of the new (er) Metroid game, Other M, and I beat it! Well, I beat it too the closing credits. It appears theres more gameplay after that point, but I finished the main game it seems.
I'm very, very, very proud of myself for that. I didn't think I was going to be able to do that without having my friend Zak (the one I borrowed the game from) come over and fight the boss levels for me. But he didn't need to except for one early on, and he was at my house already, not like I called him up to come and fight it for me.
Fun to note; Dance classes are a great way to meet people. There was another guy there with my name! Not my last name, but he had the name Keegan as well! It was crazy! Partners would trade every couple minutes (3-6 minutes) and that would mean the girl just goes down the line for who she's dancing with, so this kid and I stood next to eachother, so the girl would get done dancing with one Keegan and her next dance partner would be another Keegan. That was pretty cool, and it threw a couple girls for a loop, but what was really funny was the next two guys before us were both named John. So it was two J's and then two K's right in a row who both had the same name. By the time the girl got to the other Keegan, they were wondering if we were pulling a prank, and if the next guy would be named Liam or something starting with an L. There were some ridiculously cute girls there too, not going to lie. However, by the time the dance started after dodgeball (around 8:50) I had such a major headache already that I didn't go and find the girls who had told me to go find them and dance with them. I'm sort of regretting it today, but you know, there'll be more things like that eventually.
There was a girl there actually whose name was Emily, but she had a name tag on that said Starla. Apparently she loves Napoleon Dynamite. Unfortunately I said I hate that movie, just before she said she loved it. Still, I was able to save the conversation with some fancy footwork (meaning we started working on the next segment) and we started joking about something else. So besides my horrible blunder within the first few moments of meeting Emily (I mean Starla) we became friends, or at least friends enough that we talked for a bit. (And the Emily that reads this... Funny thing is she sorta looked like you. It was kinda strange)
So, all in all, the youth conference was a blast. I had a bunch of fun, and woke up with a pounding headache and extremely sore. Sounds like a successful weekend to me!
Anyways, I'm going to be heading off to bed now. I've got work early in the morning (well, not too early. 7 ish) and so I want to get some rest in. Night! See you all Tuesday!
But Saturday I did zumba for the first time! That was fun. I definitely enjoyed it a bunch, and its on my to-do-again list. I also was able to go to some dance classes, Swing, West Coast Swing, and Salsa. And then I went and played Dodgeball. And after a short break for dinner, I went to a dance in an airport hangar and danced until 11:50 at night... It was pretty intense. And I discovered I have muscles that disagree with being used for dancing for so long... my back, between the shoulder blades in particular. Also discovered that I can I can use my hips with a lot more motion than I had thought possible... All in all, a great day of self discovery and dancing. And I wish I could do it again.
But without the aching like a bum the next day.
Like, when I mean aching like a bum, I mean being so sore you just lay in bed until noon because moving at all hurts, and being dehydrated makes your head hurt so you're stuck between hurting like crazy to get up and get water, which you feel like throwing up as soon as you sip some, or hurting a little less than crazy by just laying there and dealing with the headache. It's like a hangover but better... no horrible aftertaste and wondering what exactly happened the night before. Sadly however, its not an easy thing to get rid of.
So, I resorted to yogurt and some ibuprofen... which did the trick, thank heavens. I also watched the last episode of Lost again, which is possibly the most amazing piece of work done for an episodic show ever, and showered. So, feeling warm and comfortably filled (Yogurt does really well on a-slightly-upset-and-not-wanting-but-needing-food stomach) but not vomity*ish filled stomach, I decided to play me some of the new (er) Metroid game, Other M, and I beat it! Well, I beat it too the closing credits. It appears theres more gameplay after that point, but I finished the main game it seems.
I'm very, very, very proud of myself for that. I didn't think I was going to be able to do that without having my friend Zak (the one I borrowed the game from) come over and fight the boss levels for me. But he didn't need to except for one early on, and he was at my house already, not like I called him up to come and fight it for me.
Fun to note; Dance classes are a great way to meet people. There was another guy there with my name! Not my last name, but he had the name Keegan as well! It was crazy! Partners would trade every couple minutes (3-6 minutes) and that would mean the girl just goes down the line for who she's dancing with, so this kid and I stood next to eachother, so the girl would get done dancing with one Keegan and her next dance partner would be another Keegan. That was pretty cool, and it threw a couple girls for a loop, but what was really funny was the next two guys before us were both named John. So it was two J's and then two K's right in a row who both had the same name. By the time the girl got to the other Keegan, they were wondering if we were pulling a prank, and if the next guy would be named Liam or something starting with an L. There were some ridiculously cute girls there too, not going to lie. However, by the time the dance started after dodgeball (around 8:50) I had such a major headache already that I didn't go and find the girls who had told me to go find them and dance with them. I'm sort of regretting it today, but you know, there'll be more things like that eventually.
There was a girl there actually whose name was Emily, but she had a name tag on that said Starla. Apparently she loves Napoleon Dynamite. Unfortunately I said I hate that movie, just before she said she loved it. Still, I was able to save the conversation with some fancy footwork (meaning we started working on the next segment) and we started joking about something else. So besides my horrible blunder within the first few moments of meeting Emily (I mean Starla) we became friends, or at least friends enough that we talked for a bit. (And the Emily that reads this... Funny thing is she sorta looked like you. It was kinda strange)
So, all in all, the youth conference was a blast. I had a bunch of fun, and woke up with a pounding headache and extremely sore. Sounds like a successful weekend to me!
Anyways, I'm going to be heading off to bed now. I've got work early in the morning (well, not too early. 7 ish) and so I want to get some rest in. Night! See you all Tuesday!
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