And they set off, 26 fortnights later.

I don't know. I guess I wanted a title that said "Hey, I'm a different age now," but not so blatant as "it's my birthday lol!!!11!one"

So yes, I guess I'm 15 now. This seems like kind of a useless birthday, because there's really no difference between being 13, 14, or 15. It's not some kind of milestone, like 16, or 18 or something. Just another year down.

But I don't feel fifteen. I don't feel fourteen. I don't feel sixteen. I'm not sure what I am. I see people my age that I don't know, and they seem really young to me, mentally at least, but I see people older than me, and they seem that...older, I guess. At least a lot of them. So how old do I feel? You'd have to make up a number I think. Like...tenty-sevight. Yes. I feel tenty-sevight years old.

Oh well, at least school's done for the semester.

"Dude. You just slept through Constantine" "I Figured as such"

That just happened. Today was weird.

I'd been laying under my desk listening to windows media's randomization of my Something Corporate (/a little Jack's Mannequin) collection for a long time, and I guess I dozed off toward the end of Space and woke up right after Constantine. Bleh. I'm such a teenager.

Today, I think, was in fact weird. I finished that crazy book last night, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. It was pretty good, I suppose I'd recommend it. It was for that "outside reading" stuff we've got going. It's kind of sad to me that I only read when I have to, I used to read all the time, and you know, I still enjoy it...I guess it just never crosses my mind.

I find that my thought process is extremely different at night. I think of the most irrational things when I'm tired, and come up with these great ideas that, when I wake up in the morning, realize are completely horrible and have many holes in them. I also get bolder at night and have less regard toward having normal or coherent thoughts. That's why I think it's a danger to blog at night, yet I still do it. Sad.

Hey! You! Why are you even reading this blog? I'm generally just rambling along. You should probably read Evan's blog instead. He usually writes, you know, information...with relevance. Sometimes I'm in there too. Interesting stuff.

My eyes hurt. Contacts are stupid crap and I hate them. I only feel like a normal person when I wear glasses. In fact, I can't think of a single advantage of contacts. I've not gotten a single compliment on "a new look" from the ladytypes, but only, in fact one compliment from one of my unneccessarily belligerent campers that I considered to be fully backhanded. He kept saying how I needed to get a tan. I kept thinking in my head how much I would have liked to have been working in the kitchen at that point.

I guess that makes me a pretty bad junior staff, or maybe just that I admitted it. I kind of always wondered if teachers and counselors generally have kids that they just can't stand. They probably do, but at least they never let on.

So, wait, where was I? Wow, I'm so bad at blogging. Seriously. Maybe I'm just tired. I did in fact just wake up, really.

Oh, right, we were on contacts at this point. I could have saved myself some trouble by scrolling up. Yes, I hate contacts. In fact, I'm nearly certain that since I first got contacts, people have started liking me less. Granted, that probably has nothing to do with contacts, and more to do with my disregard for social skills as of late.

It's like I don't have any ettiquette anymore. I avoid people that I consider my friends, just to avoid awkward conversations. I never used to have awkward conversations, but now I just can't ever come up with anything to say. It's like I'm more of a freshman than ever before, looking at the ground and stuff. In fact, I'll even pretend to check my watch only to find I'm not wearing one, and grumble about how I need a watch. Just to break the silence.

Maybe I've been putting too much pressure on myself to keep conversations going...Maybe the people I talk to need to take some initiative and talk.

I don't know. But those of you I can talk to without mass amounts of effort, I applaud you much. Very much indeed. So let's have a party.

I've also seen a major decline in my MSN usage. This is probably a good thing. You know, it's really a big waste of time anyway. I don't believe I've started an MSN conversation in ages. If I talk to people on it, it's because they talk first.

Sometimes I'm afraid to be the one to talk first. Perhaps these people don't really like me...perhaps we'll say five things and the conversation will come to a screeching halt.

Wow, I never realized how much I truly think too much about things. Completely overanalyzing the dumbest things. I'll let Matty T. take you away.

I was thinking, over thinking
Cause there's just too many scenarios
To analyze, look in my eyes
Cause you're my dream - please come true
I was thinking, over thinking
About exactly how i'm not exactly him
I'll break my heart in two
More times than you could ever do
Cause you're my dream - please come true

One Year Anniversary Sale!

One full year of Flight 109. That's right, I've been posting things on this site that people occasionally glance at for a full year.

Hate to get all sappy and wistful, etc..., but things have changed a lot since then. On the day of my first post, I was still a 13-year-old, quickly learning the differences between being in grade school and being in high school.

Wow, things seem so different now. I feel like I've gone through a lot of what high school and adolescence can throw at you. I feel like I've improved as a writer (immensley - my old posts suck so bad). I feel like I'm a different person.

I don't know how long to make this post, but hey, whatever comes I'll put down.

It's fascinating - back then, I was trying so hard to be accepted. I went to the lengths of playing "White Chocolate" to get people to like me. And to some degree, I acheived my early goals. By winter I was going to more parties than most people..."A-list" parties, if you will.

And I enjoyed hanging out with a lot of people, but that's because I wanted to become more popular. I was never liked too much in grade school, so I got a high on this newfound social success. "Blake Samanas, Vice President" didn't make sense to me - It was weird to think that I had finally found a place.

And sometime around then, fairly soon after, I directed my attention to more...well, specific relationships. Rather than talking to everyone, I started to find my own niche, and some people that I wanted to further develop my friendships with.

And I don't know what happened then. I stopped enjoying parties, because I discovered that I didn't fit in as well with all these people as I had previously hoped. I'd go, but I would wonder if they even wanted me there (it's hard to know what people think of you when you developed self-esteem issues from a rough grade school turn). I discovered who I liked to hang around with the most, and stopped trying to go to every party I possibly could.

So, that takes us to the last part of the year. Man, I wish I could have those months back. I turned all my attention to one subject, and all the other parts of my life suffered. Socially and academically, I faltered because of my "other focuses."

God, I wish I could just admit to everyone why I've become such a downer anymore, why I don't enjoy school like I did, but I...don't want to. Not yet.

Of course, many of you reading probably have no idea what I mean when I say I've become a downer. I think I hide that part of me because I got friends by being funny and cheerful, so a part of me worries that if I show that I've hit a rough patch in my life, I'll lose all those friends. It's shallow thinking I know, but I don't know any other way - sometimes it seems whenever I feel like talking something out with people, the subject gets changed before I can even get anything off my chest.

And I feel guilty about putting those people in such tough positions. I'm sorry everyone.

So that's why I'm taking it out on this blog post here. Kind of depressing I know, on the 1st birthday of the blog, but it's about my only outlet right now.

Oh man. I guess I just poured it out there. I didn't mean to rant for this long, but the words came so I wrote them.

I'll try to be back on here before 2005 is over, but if I don't, have a nice rest of the year, everyone.

Ohio is for Bummers

Happy Thanksgiving all. I like stuffing.

And by stuffing, I don't mean an attempted (but miserably failed) try at a humorous double meaning of a word, i.e. "stuffing my face with turkey". In fact, I didn't really eat that much this Thanksgiving. But I still like stuffing.

So, here in Ohio, quickly rising my list of states that I'd prefer if they did not exist (I'm not sure if it can ever unseat Indiana from the top spot, however), I am bored. Yes, I fully understand that every teenager says they're bored all the time. But I believe that I've reached a new high in boredom. I don't really connect with my relatives at all, and I'm feeling somewhat lonely and disconnected out here (if Evan wasn't with me out here, I'd go crazy). If you read this and care to, feel free to drop me an email. You'd find a place on my list of favorite people in the world, somewhere by Robert Sledge and that guy named Steve that's vaguely related to me. He was one cool guy. Although, if you get my hopes up and drop them by sending me a chain e-mail, you'll likely find yourself at the bottom of the list, somewhere around JC Fish and that one guy who gave me the finger for no reason in Indiana (Believe me, I hate those piece-o-craps).

I listened to Something Corporate a lot on the way here. As I passed through Rockford. (21 points to whoever recognizes that easy lyric. -34 to whoever tries to take credit for knowing them after a googling) I had this pretty cool feeling of weird euphoria, or something. I'm not sure, but I kind of was in this unbelievable state of happiness for maybe 5 minutes. But then it died. And here I am now.

What's that sound I hear faintly in the distance? It must be coherence's last dying breath. Sorry, everyone, I guess I killed it with this post.

"Doesn't W have 3 syllables?" - Issac Slade of The Fray

For a thrilling recount of the greatest night ever, read Evan's review, something of which I share every opinion upon, but can't express into words as well.

Everybody knows - it sucks to grow up. But we're still fighting it.

I let myself down more than anyone else.

I come on here, thinking "Oh yeah, I'll update every day now."

17 days ago.

I'm a horrible blogger, and I wanted to agree with all those who have noticed. What's to say though, that there's been nothing to blog about?

Actually, that's kind of a lie too. Just nothing I WANT to blog about. Of course, that's probably because I don't really feel like blogging ever. In fact, there's not much I want to do, except:

1. Get away from it all (Camp Phillip! except...band conflict. Curses, Wendland! I've seriously considered quitting so to make it to the retreat)

2. Get the band going. I've cranked out some words, describing how I've been feeling lately, and Cable Schmiege is putting some music to it. Hopefully we'll get another shot at that talent show.

3. Find someone. I'm beginning to think there's nobody right for me (and consequently, the converse) anywhere. A little early on the judgement, I know. But hey, it seems like I've gone through every possible option, and I'm feeling a bit alone.

4. Go to a Ben Folds Concert. Cool, something on the list that's attainable. It'd take a lot for me to miss this. I have a feeling that this will be the best day of the year thus far, considering the only contender (talent show) ended up being one of the worst.

5. Play Atari. That was really fun last night.

So there you have it - Blake's wish list. Anyone want to get me 1 or 3 for Christmas?

This post is sponsored in part by: Jason Schleef

Yes, I was planning on updating this old bag of memories sooner or later, but it was in fact the amazing comment by our friend Jason Schleef that got me thinking "ok. time to update it"

I can honestly say that I was afraid to blog for a while, considering that so much has happened, and to give justice to all that's happened to me since July (!), I would probably be another year older from the time in which I started writing this, thus giving me even more to have to write about. It's kind of like that interesting fact that if all of China's population stood in a line, counting them would never end, because of the rate of reproduction. I always did think there was a hole in this theory, considering a few things:

1. Who would want to take the time to count all those Chinese people in the first place?
2. Where would you fit this never ending line?
3. Reproduction rate? Wouldn't these people be standing in line, rather than making babies?

Now...how to get back on topic...

I suppose it's fair to start with what happened at Camp Phillip, in my first week as junior staff, considering that the majority of the regular (ha!) readers of this blog are or were participants of a Camp Phillip program, at some time in their lives. To sum it up, it was amazing as always, but also trying, as my campers had roughly the obedience and attention span of say, a grasshopper that was recently set on fire. But looking on the bright side, it was a learning experience, and may perhaps, make an even semi-obedient cabin seem considerably easier than before.

I feel sort of bad about putting that little about camp, considering everyone else (cough cough EVAN cough cough) tend to write novels every time they post, but I dunno. I've got other stuff to talk about too.

Another thing to talk about would be the band. "Hairline Fracture" or "Eisenhower", as we were briefly known, has, in fact, disbanded. We never were able to perform, with the exception of a minor acoustic performance with myself and the lead singer. However, myself and said lead singer are attempting to move on to greener pastures. We've got a couple great musicians on board, and I'll post more information as it comes to us.

Oh, and here's the thing that I've been spending a lot of time on lately.

That's right

School has indeed started. A while ago. In fact, we're almost to homecoming. It starts next week.

But well, I don't really know what to say about school. It hasn't got really...badly, but, you know, it's just been disappointing so far. Granted, I had hoped for it to be great, so I was in fact, setting myself up for disappointment. But it sort of feels that, well, I've got nothing to strive for. School work is just a meaningless jumble of words that I only do because I have to. Of course, the one day of the I fully and completely apply myself, standardized testing day, is coming up, so perhaps that will kickstart me?

Not all of this rut is mental, though. Socially, I feel deeper in a rut than I ever have before. Granted, homecoming seems to magnify these feelings more than any other time of the year. It truly is funny how your life's purpose for the past 8 or 9 months can be taken away in an instant. But we, as teenagers, make our "life's purpose" something stupid and trivial. It never fails to be something completely insignificant in the scheme of things. It does feel important at the time, but it's pretty much immature and foolish. As you can probably assume, I'm pretty conflicted on everything right now.

But hey, that was really general. Twenty points though to anyone who can guess what I'm talking about. If you can't, I don't blame you. I'm a pretty confusing person.

On the bright side, I did recently make quite possibly the greatest purchase of my young life. Songs For Silverman by Ben Folds. It's amazing. It's such a great listen that I tend to forget all the "dramas of the life of a high schooler".

A parting note, I'll have to give a "shout out" (ooh, look at me. I'm such a teenybopper) to D, who aside from indirectly working with our friend the Schleefer on getting me back on this thing, made some of the coolest t-shirts ever for me and my "peeps" (the teenybopper strikes back!).

I opened my eyes and walked out the door, and the clouds came tumbling down - And it's bye-bye, goodbye, I tried. - "Landed" by Ben Folds

"If God had a name, what would it be? And would you call it to his face, if you were faced with him?"

I love that song. Quite a lot. I feel content when I listen to it, no clue why, really.

I think we can find out a lot about people from the type of music they listen to. Maybe that's just me, and I certainly could be wrong. I don't really know how I would be labeled according to my music. It's quite diverse, I really in truly listen to just about every type of music. From Older stuff (The Who, Led Zep, Kansas, Lynyrd Skynyrd) to pop-punk (Blink 182, sum 41, Green Day) to older-style punk (Rancid, Transplants) to ska (Streetlight Manifesto, Catch 22, Reel Big Fish) to alternative (Radiohead, Muse, The Verve) to softer stuff (Brendan Benson, Jack Johnson, Keane) to harder stuff (Seether, Nine Inch Nails) even some country (Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson are amazing musicians) and there's even a rap song or two (Cypress Hill is just a crazy group), not to mention my very own favorite Icelandic artists (Sorry, Bjork, this one goes to Quarashi...who'da thunk it - two mainstream artists from Iceland. hmm.).

My point is, our music defines us, to some degree. I don't know what you can get from those bands I gave you, but I guess it means I'm just a little bit of everything.

What does your music say about you?

I still remember that night, it was the 4th of July.

Ha. Applicable title. Lyrics from one of my favorite songs - "On & On & On" by Catch 22.

So I just went on the band trip to St. Louis. Which means I actually have something to write about.


The first day was Thursday. We had a practice for a few hours, and then we got free time at the school until we had to sleep. Jake and I walked around the school for probably about a full hour, just talking about whatever. I really like hanging out with him - which of course is why we were bus buddies.

Friday we woke up and headed to the buses to make our way to St. Louis. Jake and I exchanged some CD's with Paul, and we were off.

Speaking of Paul, that kid is amazing. The best incoming in my opinion. He's got good taste in music, and let me use his air mattress, even if it does deflate all the time. We even wrote a song about our time in the crappy little room in Missouri to the tune of some "You Shook Me All Night Long"

Saturday was the St. Louis Parade. We did ok, and it was a cool parade, but there was some stumbling and we ended up getting 4th. To O'Fallon. O'Fallon has never had a girlfriend.

After the parade, we went to a mall, in groups of four. It was me, Jake, Paul, and Kristina. So that, of course, was really pretty fun.

We headed to the St. Louis Arch like all tourists do. We couldn't go up in the arch, so Jake, Zach and I just walked around. When we went to just hand around the arch, there were a bunch of guys hanging out there. One of them came up to us and asked what kind of music we liked. Then he mentioned that he was from a band, and let us listen to a few of their songs. They were really good so we bought the EP's they were selling. The guys were really nice, and musically accomplished. Check them out, they're called Hence Reverie.

Well, after that, the trip kind of blew. We just stayed another night and came back to Lakeside. Back at lakeside, me, Jordan Hanke, and Aaron Paschke split 2 air mattresses 3-way. That was fun...ish? Steve Pelischek cracked some amazing jokes.

"Smokey The Bear says: Only you can prevent Big Bear from calling you a cakehole."

I love that kid.

The next day we had two parades. Those sucked. But I did get to hang out on the bus with Jake and Schmiege. We totally mocked all of the following:

The Back of the Bus
Kyle Zastrow describing a concert as "live"
Kyle Hinstorff
The band "Lube"

All in all, I enjoyed being with all my friends again.

um, finishment?

"We need to represent the males in line dancing"

I dedicate today's title to Steve-o Vandenberg, unofficial "Chuck the Chicken" team captain, co-creator of our team's theme song, and fellow male line dancer. August camp is going to be amazing with that ultra player.

Of course, not that regular camp is not amazing.

Which is what this post will be about. Camp is pretty much the most (best adjective you can think of) place on Earth.

So, it starts with Evan and I heading up to camp with Borck and his mother. We were rocking out to Billy Joel and Styx (Borck is pretty old-school...comparatively at least) when we heard a "helicopter". This "helicopter" caused Mrs. Borck to swerve, and we eventually pulled over. Turned out that there was no helicopter, but our right rear tire had been completely shredded. Werner and Chrissy O. pulled over, but we didn't need their help. Because Borck is one studly tire-changing machine. yeah.

Well, we finally got there, and, being late, I got last choice of bunks. Luckily, there was still a bottom bunk available. I far prefer the bottom bunk. I went with my counselor, Ben Stein (no relation to the celebrity). Evan has had him before, and he's a really cool guy. So, my cabin is semi - okay, but I would have far enjoyed it if Sell was with me. The best person in my cabin was most certainly the one and only Dave Moldenhauer. Dave loves....



...Jesus.



The first day was pretty much just getting settled in. I said hi to Becca, Sara, Arielle, Sell, and the whole gang. It was various mixers until we did stuff. Then we went to bed. It was pretty durn eventful.

The next day we woke up and had breakfast. crazy. I went off with some first years for...thing, I guess... with Matthew and April. Then we had a session. It was about homesick campers. Keith makes me laugh.

After lunch and a nap (I was pretty much really tired for the whole week - I never take naps) we got rained out, and we watched some training videos. First, the extremely gross investigation of gross restaurants and their gross doings. gross. And who can forget Bob Ditter. I'm pretty sure he should be president of the united states. or at least official creept camp guy of the united states. one of those would work just fine.

Sometime during the next day, the "Jesus Clique" was established. This was Sell, Arielle, Sarah T., Sierra, and I. Of course, there are other members, but those were pretty much the founders. It was pretty cool. We all hung out during evening games and when it started raining, we all yelled "By a show of hands, WHO IS GETTING WET!" Of course, the amusement was never lost on us, and said constant amusement was represented by the back of a simple white T-Shirt.

We at one point went to the low ropes course. That was thoroughly enjoyable, even though Sara and I do not make very good wire-walk partners. Nate Moldenhauer is really tall and good at doing things.

Matthew was in a really cool campfire with some "sexist comments" that were hilarious, and not at all mean spirited. It was all in good fun, and all had a good time. After that, we had a Nighttime prayer meeting where we prayed and sang and everything good about Camp Phillip. I thought it was really good. I always grow in my faith somehow up there, and that was a big part of it. Afterwards, Sell and I agreed that now, for sure, Camp is the best place on Earth.

Our Jesus clique got a pet "Capatiller" as Arielle calls them. We named him Snoopy, and he died fairly soon after. We gave him a proper burial.

Sell had to leave early to march in a parade (BAND NERD!!! HAHAHAHA oh wait...) So we all dearly missed him. disappointment. hurt. grr. rawr.

Sarah, Sierra, Arielle, and I went swimming and briefly discussed any encounters I may or may not have had regarding quantum physics at the tender age of five years old. It was pretty deep.

After that, we played the most fantastic game of "Chuck the Chicken" in which rubber chickens are thrown, and good times are had by all. Steve-o and I developed what we thought would be an acceptable cheer for our team.

"I threw the turkey, but I did not chuck the chicken"

To the tune of Bob Marley's "I shot the sheriff"

I followed up with buying a "Chuck the Chicken" T-shirt in the camp store.

After that, it was basically goodbyes. Schleef is god at that. Ali and I said goodbye and such. Not that she was the only one, but I felt the need to mention her. Because we're best friends and all.

As we had to leave, Werner decided to follow my mom home, but wanted some company on the ride home...to keep him awake I suppose. We had a good time (As always...how is possible to have a not good time in a brown '78 Buick?). We pretty much rocked out to OAR, Relient K, and Streetlight and discussed whatever was on our minds. Matt is a good person, indeed.

He dropped me off in town, and my family took Borck home. It was really cool, because we passed by Arielle's apartment complex, which is a converted school building. Maybe I'll drop in there sometime.

When I got home, Katie and I discussed the possibilities of helping out with Fort day camp, seeing that she goes to that church and all. That would be at least 101% of coolness.

So that's camp for you...

um.

closing remark thingy.

PS: Danielle, if you're reading this, I have to tell you that the "This Blake is Samanas S-a-m-a-n-a-s" thing somehow made its way to Camp Phillip, so you're pretty much a celebrity by now.

A Call To Arms - Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution.

Get this CD. You won't soon regret it.

Back to the Blog

Well, haven't blogged in a good month or more...no real blogs since January. By popular request(A.K.A Danielle, maybe even one other person) , I be blogging again.

Now, the hard part: writing it.

I don't really want to come on here and just write crap about how my day went, but I also don't want to be all "spilling my guts" everywhere, because, that could just get messy. Not to mention the Hemorraging would NOT be a plus.

Yeah, stupid puns.

The thing is that I need to find a happy medium. Light-hearted, but with feeling. Easy, right?

Erm, okay, what then can I say?

I will say that I bought my prom ticket today, so I guess that's exciting and good and super. But truly, prom is a very strange thing. Some people just go crazy over it, while others don't really care.

And shallowness reigns supreme.

In previous blog posts, I've written about my dislike for shallow relationships, and they just seem abound in this time around prom.

They say it's in good fun, or they're going as friends or something. But are you really friends? Do you have a bond, or is it attraction, disguised as friendship?

I was talking to the Jake today, and we were discussing a previous relationship of his, in which there was no bond or depth, totally based on attraction. Now, Jake is a person that all the ladies want (or something like that) and doesn't strike most as an insightful person on first glance. But he is.

If Jake went for whichever girl wanted him, he would have uber-ladies, all of the time. Thing is, he seems to actually want to go out with someone he likes, rather than someone he is only attracted to. Let's give him a hand, folks.

So yes, that was my unintentional blurb on the prom.

And it's good to be back.

Mwah!

The Super Bowl

...is over. I watched half at a Junior party, and the other half here at home. Patriots win, so Garner's gonna have to pay! As if he will...

1 or 2 interesting things

well. I have been posting here rather spottily lately, mostly because I just haven't gotten around to posting much. Sorry, all of you people who still read my blog for some reason.

Over the past week, I have made a band with some people. We are bad, but being freshmen, we have time to improve. It's called Hairline Fracture, and I'll give you a link to the Purevolume website as soon as they update us. I've spent a decent amout of practicing/writing songs/napping and the other guys are working hard too.

Today - not grandly interesting. There was supposed to be a dance and a party tonight, but both got snowed out (#$%@ Wisconsin weather!) and postponed to a later dater. So I have no interesting dance stories unfortunately.

Lately - been thinking pretty deep(ish) and I might want to go on a major sabbatical from life and just "exist" on one of them little Carribean Islands. Wouldn't that just be great? Maybe I could finally get some freakin' sleep.

Yeah then.

Look who's back

It's been five days since I last posted...I guess I just haven't gotten around to it. But I haven't forgotten you, my loyal reader(s). Because if I had, I wouldn't be posting right now. So yeah. Moving on.

The other day, I went to a party at Levi's, and I played Halo 2 for the first time. I wasn't very good, but I also haven't wasted days on end of my life playing it either. So be it... I also learned the word "Red Nuzzer" courtesy of Zach, so it was a pretty good time. Then, yesterday, I went to a basketball game/full bowling alley/subway with Jake and Caleb. We also started to learn a song in a strange, spontaneous decision to start to make music. Craziness!

I bid you Adieu

Odds and Ends, Chutes and Ladders, Cheese and Crackers, Good and Evil, Tuna and Poland(?)....

Crazy things be happening? you decide.

Jake and I have made further advancement on our country, and it's becoming pretty obvious that the mining of ellencakes is the figurative glue that holds our figurative nation together. Yup, nothing like a fresh batch of green striped ellencakes, right out of the ground.

Semester ends in two days, and it is very welcome in my opinion. A new beginning might be the spark plugs on the turkey(n, meaning "the shizz"). Different classes with different people, it's looking ok...although stevey D and I can't hang no more in choir, which is major rye pie(n, meaning "not the shizz"). Oh well, so be it, at least I'm still in Downey, because I think he's a major cool guy.

Other happenings are that there is gonna be a dance rather soon (like a freakin' month. Gah!) and it's a Sadie Hawkin's dance...for those of you who don't know what that means, hear this quote from Matthew Thiessen - "Sadie Hawkins dance ... Girls ask the guys ..." That extremely broken quote defines it, and that makes things a touch more interesting. Things await to be seen...

I will end with this decently funny (well almost a bit dark I spose) quote -

"I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this." -
Thomas J. Grasso, commenting on his last meal before his execution

Happy trails to you, until we meet again. - Roy Rogers

Here I am with Becca and Sara, but beware - at least 2 of the 3 people in this picture have deemed it bad. View at your own risk

Here I am with quite a few different ladies, some of which I have already mentioned - Can you find Sara and Becca? Also, where's Waldo? And I apologize for the quality, It's not something I can much control

Oh, yes, I almost forgot...

another good fall out boy song is "The pros and cons of breathing"

Thank you for your time

Song 2 by Blur

I have a song stuck in my head, that is so infectious, I use it to make breaks in a blog post!

nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-a-WOOHOO!-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-nehneh-a-WOOHOO!

Today we had a snow day, which was a relief, because everyone needs a break sometimes...a day in which you do absolutely nothing. Just about everyone else got school off, except for those who go to Madison Public Schools...suckers...

nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-a-WOOHOO!-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-nehneh-a WOOHOO!

I just found out how funny it is to enter in search terms like this

nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-a-WOOHOO!-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-nehneh-a WOOHOO! ok...enough of that.

Mr. Downey, teh (OMG I'M LyK such a H4CK3R LoLoLOxErs!!!!111111one one one) coolest English teacher, sent me a postcard from "Nawlins" and it was pretty cool that a teacher would send a student a postcard. Coolness!

Not to be a nerd, but I beat a game and it was fun. To maintain any scrap of un-nerdiness that I have remaining from mentioning video games in a blog, I will not further talk about it

RANDOM QUOTE TIME!!
"If it's actually true that you are what you eat, then I am not going to eat a single piece of fruit again in my lifetime" - Atticus Ambercrombie Jr.

Oh, and aside from "Song 2" by Blur, check out Grand Theft Autumn by Fallout Boy(yes Evan, I'm actually starting to like them)

Good Stuff

I'm so bummed that school is happening again...

yup

After some restful times away from school, today was/is my first day back. As I now remember, I don't like that whole school thing. I like seeing my friends and all, but there's nothing like the complete lack of pressure that comes with having days off. But oh well, today we got out early because of "inclement weather" and I also got to go to Bible Study which is held with Evan, two of his friends, and on occasion me. I tend to enjoy this little rendezvous (didn't even need to spell check that thanks to my nerdy past at WCS) through out the Word of God, and it gives me a chance to wake up before school.

Lately I have been realising (ha! I am british!) how much I miss Camp Phillip (which, after further review does have two L's). Lately I've been talking to about 4 of my recent camp mates(Nic, Sara, Becca, and Arielle) about how cool camp is, and I want to be there to an agreeable extent.

Otherwise, I have not much to say, but more stories await...

Conanew Year!

Today, for the second year in a row, I rang in the New Year watching Conan O' Brien. I wish I were at a rockin' party, but hey, I'm having a decent time. Whatever, I'll keep it short, so happy 2005, everyone!


-Blakeage-