"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