I have very strong sense-to-memory ties, particularly with smells and music.

Certain songs will often induce memories of the past, for example every time I hear "Pain" by Jimmy Eat World I think of playing Ultima Online in the winter, in my room upstairs from my Aunt Jerri - or when I hear "Combat Baby", by Metric, I think of my time spent in pinckney. The memories can be as simple as a place, person, or game, or a complex scene or specific place and time.

And the memories aren't always the same ones either, nor do they always manifest very strongly.

But yesterday I was riding my bike and listening to my iPod, and "How to Save a Life" by The Fray shuffled up, and it was like I was back in that basement, sitting on the couch drinking slurpees from seven eleven and joking around with my best friend. It has been over a year an a half since I've seen Mike, though that is not to say that I haven't tried to do so in the half-year since I have been back on michigan soil. But apparently he does not wish to try overmuch to see me, so over time I called less and less, and eventually gave up.

He was there for me through some of the hardest times in my life, and I'll miss him more than almost anyone else I've known.

But I've learned a long time ago, you can not force either love or friendship on anyone.

Holy crap you guys.

Well, life has had its ups and downs as of late.
Things for me like to get stressful, it seems.

But I finially did get my hands on a copy of A Deepness in the Sky by Vernor Vinge. For some reason this was a especially difficult book for me to find, then one day wandering through the shelves here at Ferndale Library I found it and was all like "yay."
It's a pretty good book so far, possibley even better than A Fire Upon the Deep.
The Witling was good, but I didn't like the ending very much.
Mm, Vernor Vinge.

Jack McDevitt (spelling may be in error) is also a good SciFi author I discovered fairly recently, and he's pretty fantastic too.

One never gets the true sense of how uneventful his life is until he attempts to chronicle it, ha.

Still haven't gotten to see Sarah - and frankly it's starting to bother me (gee, after over half a year? Not suprising.) I try to be undertanding about it, but I have to wonder if it would have been this long were our situations reversed. But I guess not everyone is as tenacious as me. The worst part of it is that with each passing day it fills me with more sadness, more doubts. Am I not worth trying that hard for or something? Stupid questions like that I constantly ask myself.
Sometimes I think I'm out to get me.

She has told me she doesn't understand why I put up with it, why I wait. Well the answer is simple, I don't want to be with someone else, I want to be with here - so my options here are rather limited. "Putting up with it" is about the extent of what I'm able to do short of kidnapping, lmao.

But it's been a long fucking time, and it's really starting to get me down - I miss her a lot, and I can't begin to tell ya'll how much I want to see her.

There are times it makes me angry, times it makes me sad, sometimes it even downright depresses me. But over the years I've gotten pretty damn good at forcing my mind not to dwell on things. No sense in shaking my fist at something I can't change.

(Burn the Suit)

Man, another thing to complain about - I'm suffering form UO withdrawls again xD
I fukken love that game, and I haven't played it at all since I left washington.

Laptops at the local used laptop store are pretty damn cheap and all wi-fi compatable, but lately 100% of my income has been going to the family, financial times be rough. (shoulda saved a while ago but I was bein frivolous with mah monies (big suprise there, heh))

At least I know when I have aproper joba laptop will be cheaper than I had originally anticipated.
yay.

Man I'm trying to think of osmething else to blag about, but due to the rather unvarying way my life goes, I can't think of much of anything to say, so I'll go ahead and end the ramble-road here. Peace y'all.

Okay so I am loving being back in Michigan y'all.

I sing and go to shows at AJ's music cafe in Ferndale when I can, and I work just down the block at Angel's Cafe (which is more of a diner than anything else. My boss is pretty cool and the pay is decent, and the work isn't too hard.)
It's nice finially being able to have a little money in my pocket for the numerous expenses my life incurrs, and frankly I was getting tired to scavenging ashtrays around the house for cigarette butts. Blegh, gross. Menthol too, eeeew.

There's this here ferndale library, where I can now make relatively frequent computer access (w00t w00t) - and I just got Fallout 3 for my Xbox 360 and like three CD's (Sublime, Dropkick Murphys, and Iced Earth)

There are a few things on my list of things to save up for, the first three are Getting the Xbox Fixed, A computer, and lastly a new MP3 Player. After I have theese things taken care of, internet and Xbox Live shall happen - though this may take some time.

And on that note, I fly away to go traverse the intertrons for a while.

So yes, I made it home safely and did not crash or anything equally terrible, for all of you who were wondering.

It's at the same time very strange and not strange at all being back - so many things have changed.

Bree is dating some guy, has been for like 6 months. Andy has a girlfriend (who is none other than another person I knew, Aly (ally? ali? whatever - barely talked to the chick anyway) and they've been going steady like five to six months now. BOTH Jacobs now have beards! And Lauren is dating some curly-haired guy.

As of right now, my romantic life is a wee bit confusing, though I do not put much store in it - I don;t even remember what having a significant other is like, lol. I was supposed to get back together with Sarah, whom I had dated in freshman year (the first freshman year- you know, at RUHS) upon getting back - but I have had little contact with her, and not for lack of trying.
Maybe she's havign second thoughts, maybe she really is busy, what have you.
Me? I'm not worried about it. I'm home, and I'm happy. Though love is nice and wonderful, I hardly need someone else in order to validate my own existence. Not to mention the fact that I'm more than confident I can land myself someone if Sarah does decide she doesn;t want to be with me. Sarah is a wonderful girl and I have a lot of love for her, but my life does not hinge on whether or not she wants to date me.

It's been a little difficult getting ahold of all my old friends, many of them I do not have a current phone number for, or any phone number at all - so I'm doing my best to get people to spread the word about me being back. But again, I'm not unduly worried about it, I have plenty of time.

For the first time in quite a while, I actually feel happy. I have almost nothing to worry or stress about, at least that is of any serious concern. I feel safe, well-fed (even overmuch so, considering my reduced diet during my sentance in WA), and at ease. With people I like and trust, in a place that is familair. I am at home.
See, this is why I did not listen to anybody who attempted to discourage me from coming back - being me I have a fairly good idea what I want and need - and at this point in my life, at least, I need to be here. If I spend all my time trying to make my financial and other future endeavors succeed, but I am totally miserable, it is not worth it.
In washington I was absolutely miserable. I had to leave the house as per my habits, I had to socialize, I had to be out and about. But there was almost nowhere I wanted to go, hardly anyone I wanted to be involved with. I trusted very few people in that town, and even among them there was lying, steal, and dissent. I lost nearly half a grand or more of my things and my money - though I cannot confess to having done everything with the utmost care or that I was around entirely trustworthy people - therein lies the problem, the people.

But enough about washington. It is over with, it is behind me. I am here now, I am where I want- Where I need- to be. And I am happy.

So I'm finially traveluing home, for reals this time - y'all. I'm in Spokane right now, and will be boarding the plane tomorrow. I cannot wait!!! not much more to say now, really.

Wow do I ever have a lot to talk about!

First let us start with what JUST happened:
I have finially gotten INSPIRATION.
After months and months, indeed over a year, of Creator's Bloc (Worse than Writer's Block, it is essentially an Iron Curtain on my creative mind!) INSPIRATION for some storymaking has finially struck, and I feel the urge and drive to -create-!
I am working on getting into Ban again, and have art first hour! More on my Second Semester scheduling later...
So right at the moment I have Ideas for two short stories I want to write, first I will bore you with a wall of text detailing some information on the world they are set in (for those who haven't read my work previously and are not aware (which is anyone but Mike and Ray prettymuch, but you guys shoudl read too, as this will be updated info (and some is even new entirely))), summaries of my short stories will follow that.

The Gat'u: A fictional alien race of my creationising; The Gat'u are highly advanced and capable of things Humans would call Magic (more on that later). The Gat'u are a race of bipedal felines with very large and enlongated ears (from 5"-12", Gatlish ear length is of similair social importance to height among human males (especially in adolecent (high school) settings)) , their tales are typically also very long, held upright and then drooping at the end near head height. They have slightly more control over their tails than earth's cats, though it is normally held at head-height to display it. It is extremely common for Gat'u to dye the fur of their tails, hang jewlry on it, and otherwise decorate it in all manners of ways, this is a modern carryover of anchient tribal tail decoratings, and has developed into something of an artform. Similair to human tattoos and hairstyles, many Gat'u also dye or shave/gel other portions of their fur. Gat'u grow to an avergae of about five feet, but their size compared to humans is very misleading - They are not only very resiliant and resistant to disease, but also very strong on average. Gat'u are seperated into six subspecies, similair to human ethnic differences except that they actually have different planets of origin in a single solar system, each subspecies has a different colour of fur (though of varying shades, like how Caucasian humans can range form tan to pale) though by far the most widespread, numerous, and well-known among other races are those of White Fur, Gat'u-Kal'nact (this may seem to be an analogy to human's white-dominated society, but that was actually completely unintentional). Gatlish recorded history spans over sixty thousand years, their year-keeping system is organised into Ages, each being of thirtey thousand years, for refrence the year 2000 on Earth was the year 8217 of the Third Age on Nocturne.
Thus the Gat'u are, as to be expected after such a time, a very advanced and space-faring race. Their capitol world is Nocturne, an artificially created world nearly four times the size of Jupiter, the planet is actually in intergalactic space, and is heated by a star that is -enclosed- within a sort of reverse-Dyson Sphere (therefore is lighted artificialy). Nocturne is surrounded by many moons, and encircled by a large world-ring (Similair to Halo or Ringworld) that has the planet-side facing inward, nost of theese are heated in a similair manner. The Capital of Nocturne is Terrort Skitas (more on this later as well)

Gatlish Ability of "Magic": The Gat'u, unlike humans who use a mere ten percent, use on average about sixty to eighty percent of their full brain capability - and are capable of feats humans would term "Magic". Such things are telekenisis, telepathy, spontaneous generation of fire and/or plasma, healing, manipulation of energy, and even in some cases manipulation of matter on and atmoic level - some abilities are more common than others. Gat'u are also capable of other feats that cannot necesarrily able to be explained by manner of their increased brain usage, such as the ability accelerate or slow growth in living things, "see without seeing", create objects, transverse space/time, trancend the physical plane, and summon creatures from alternate dimensions/planes. The ability to preform even the msot basic feats of magic is quickly becaming more and more rare as technology fills more and mroe rolls in Gatlish society, among with other factors (Some Gat'u also blame their falling out of touch with nature, Gat'u are very in tune with the natural world, but this inevitabley lessens as technology becomes more prevalent).

Terrort Skitas: Meaning "City of the Sky" in Arcane Gatlish, it is the capital city of the world Nocturne, and fittingly is a city of massive proportions. The city is nestled between huge and mostly impassable mountains that ring it and is built mostly of white and and blue materials (Marble where it can be used, which is many buildings - metal in most other cases). Terrort Skitas serves for the main spaceport and commerce center for the entire Gatlish Federation, and is accordingly big, busling, and crowded. Many races live within the city, and many more visit very regularly. The city is organized into nine districts, the first being a circle in the center, the rest radiating outward from there in descending order, getting larger in total area as the numbers increase. The city also is typically gets "rougher" (with less average income, higher crime, etc.) farther from the First District. The First District houses nearly all of the most important structures in Terrort Skitas. The main spaceport and airport are both here, as well as the parliment hall, the Crystal Dome (office of the leader of the Gatlish people), The Hall of the Templar, and other key buildings. Terrort Skitas is by no means a city as we know it, no "concrete jungle". The city is interspesed with many trees that would dwarf some of the bigger of Earth's trees, the largest of which is nearly half a mile in diameter. Many of theese have buildings built right under their shade - or even into the tree itself. Since the majority of Gatlish Technology now runs on "clean energys" there is no smog or other atmospheric pollutants. The climate is typically very humid but otherwise rather mild and mostly static.

The Story ideas (finially!):

Okay, one of my ideas is to have a story telling of what a battle in space is like from the bridge of a Gatlish flagship Main Carrier. This would give a nice overall view of the battle, as in Gatlish strategy/tactic Carriers are -pivotal- as they carry the msot firepower, as well as 90% of the inter-capital-ship Fighters. Carriers and Main Carriers (really big carriers) are typically the nucleaus and leading ship of a Gatlish fleet, as well as the biggest and best armoured. The primary strategic brain of the fleet is concentrated here (though the other capital ships have their own tactics squads).

Another is to write a story that takes place in an 8th or 9th district tavern. I have, throughout the course of my writings, explanations, discussions, etc. about the Gat'u always seemed to have potrayed them in a Valorious, Benign, Honorable, and otherwise generally "good-guy" light. This is not true of all Gat'u, especially not all of the time. Denizens of the Outer Districts certainly do not usually share Luminoth's heart of pure gold.

Most of me new classes this semester are pretty cool, I'm in Art now, and Physics, but one class in particular fills me with feeligns of hate, dread, and depression - Mr. Speat's DigiTools. The man is not only a control-freak Nazi, he is also obsessed with us using proper typing technique - and goes through every aspect of typign with AGONIZING detail. I've been using computers since befor eI could read and write, Mr. Speat, I THINK I HAVE A FAIR IDEA OF WHAT I'M DOING. I can see the merit of the technique thing, but he really goes overboard with it. And as for him being a pointlessly controlling authoritarian asshat? Totally. I forgot my sign sylabus or however yous pell that today, so I had to sit quietly while everyone worked. I figured "sure. okay, I can do that" but little did I know, me meant I literally had to sit quietly, and do NOTHING ELSE. I could not read, I could not draw, I could not work on homeowrkj from another class, and entire HOUR of time I will NEVER get back has been WASTED. I wish I could sue someone for stealing my time, because it's a hell of a lot more valueble than anythign else, money can;t buy time you know.

Well I has to go. ttyl, thingpeople.

Ah, yet again it seems to have been quite since time since I have lasted bloggerized.

Hope all two of my readers don;t mind.
I'm actually unsure how many people really read this thing, but there cannot be many - I am sure.

I just finished reading the last book in Garth Nix's Abhorsen Trilogy, they were all excellent and very inspiring books, you should read them :D
Despite this, I have as of now indefinatley postponed any further work on Le Livre (working title for my book, some will recognise it, most shall not). I may or may not pursue other projects in the mean time. I plan for a very radical reworking of my story plans, and of many key aspects of the universe in which it takes place - whitch unfortunately for any eager to read it will require at least another few months' to a year's worth of brooding and thinking.

I have had the pleasureable news that I will, in all likelihood, be going home for christmas break, tell all your friends! Don't get your hopes up though, I myself refuse to beleive it until I set foot on the sweet, sweet ground of my home. I wish that I could stay, and never leave again - but I have comitted myself to at the very least finish out the school year here, if nothing else. Even if my father felt compelled to make me stay further (if I wished not to), I doubt at age 17 he would have very much legal ground to do so - but I shall cross this bridge at the end of next summer when I must, I cannot hope to predict the future, or what it may hold. I may very well return to engage in the Running Start programme, I may not, I do not wish to think of it now, I wish only to look towards the immediate future; busting my ass to pass classes, going home for break, things of that nature.

Speaking again of books and storys, as any who have bothered to look at it will have noticed, my zombie PAW story has also ground to a halt after only one entry, and I have no immediate plans of continuing it. My well of inspiriation for specific things has run dry, an dI haven;t had a wealth of time whitch to waste upon dredging ideas into the light of logic for further inspection, nor am I entirely happy with my works (per usual) .

Though for all those who are fans of my most prized ficticious race, The Gat'u, I can assure you that they will be included somehow in an upcoming short story. I also have showdows of ideas and thoughts concerning a collaborative work with either micheal or raymund, or both - however they shall have to be on AIM a good deal more often for this to work, not to mention to be informed of my journey home!

Tomorrow I shall find out yea or nay for sure, and if the answer is that which I favour, I shall be placing a call to Mikel to shout the good news in his ear.

I suppose I must be gettign to bed, I shall try to aim whatever dreams I have at the making of good stories - maybe inspiration shall strike upon me in the darkest hours of the night, and I shall awaken galvanized to create a literary work you all may feast upon with your eyes, and praise.

I may not have any story ideas at the present time, but I must admit I am quite gifted with words when I choose to be.

Ugh, I just remembered I had a good idea some time ago, and made an effort to remember it, but cannot remember what it was. Curse my tendancy not to write things down!
I really need a memo pad or other such method for storing information that easily fits within the confines of mine pocketses!
(gollum, gollum)

Hmm... five-day weekend...
Yum.
So much slacking to be done, so little time. Maybe I can catch up on my backlog this five-dehy weekend.

I've finially pseudo-started on that Zombie-type PAW-style story-thingus. Writing it form teh 1th person, and entirely in the past tense, will prove to be both irritating and challenging - but it can and shall be done... FOR SCIENCE!
Or, more correctly... FOR LITERATURE!
Doesn't have quite the same ring, does it?
Anyway, that can be found here:
http://piazed.blogspot.com/
Don't ask how I came up with the name Pia, it just kinda was all like OHAIHEREISTHATNAMEJOOWERELOOKUNFORKTHXBAI. I was using a name generator at the time, and all the names it gave me did not interest me, and then It hough of this one.
Funny how that crapola worketh.

I am amazed yet again by the mountains here, seeing part of the local mountain ranges enveloped in cloud-matter is pretty coul.
In related news: Today I added an extram layer to my normal attire to compensate against the increasing cold. I walk outside, and it is relatively warm. What the shit?
Stupid unpredictable weather.

Built to Spill have this really ridiculous habit of throwing in huge sections of just guitar riffs with no lyrics, often even totally repetative, being all annoyign and stuff.
Like six minutes of song, of whitch three minutes is blank guitar riffologizing - not even like it's some kind of awesome solo or anything, just rythmn repetition. Awesome if youw ant to learn to play the song - sucky otherwise.
I happen to currently fall into that second catagory.
It's cool every now and then, but most of the time it is downright annoying.
This concludes my music rant for today.

I feel very full. That doesn't happen very often. So full I don't think I could drink any water, despite being thirsty. Damnit, Jim!

Well, I think I shall do some UO macro'ing and fight a few wars befor eI hit the hay. Peace out fools.

Not actually a novel.
I have planned for some time to start writing a zombie-based PAW (post-apacolyptic world) -type novel, so instead I decided I'd try to do the first first-person story I've done in years, in the form of a blog or five from the prospective(s) of my main character(s) I'll provide more details later when I get them more finialized. I'm going to see whitch bloggering service I wish to use for this. I may just write it pen-and-payper for a while. t'all dependerizes.

Seriously, I liek photography. It is an art form I really am happy with my skills in. It just kinda comes to me sometimes, I'll see something and go "Man that would make a nice picture" or "That would really cool in black and white" or something like "That would looka wesome if I made it black and white, and then colourized that thing right there and stuff in my DigiArt class, and it'd be kewl"

You know, that kinda thing.

As I type this I am uploading some photos I took in town and at school to my M-Space. Rad stuff. W00t w00t.

That's about all IU had to say, I have a horridable headache, and will prolly be leaving relatively sewn.

Never hoped you'd be as benign as me.

Man I can not tell you guys how much I hope I get moved into Z's room soon, it's KOULD back here! And the Wi-Fi connection back here is simply terrible, whitch puts a huge dent in my internet service, especially when The Olde Man is on the intertron as well.Though I feel really bad for him about being deprived of it, I cannot help but feel a bit of joy for the two-week period that his laptop will be at the HP place getting fixed or whatever, so I have some unrestricted bandwidth. Woo, good ocnnection = yes!
Ugh so tired. Bed. Now.

Ugh, why does it feel like I'm waking up at like 2pm when it's 10h30-11 in teh am?
As if wakign up weren't already unpleasant enough, getting up int he morning always makes me feel old. I always wake up with achey joints, a foggy head, a headache, dry throat, and a very serious need to use the restroom.
So (on non-school-days anyway) I usualyl spend the first hour of my morning grumbling, drinking coffee, maybe eating things, using the bathroom, drinkign water, and listening to some music. Then I play some video games while listenign to some music. Then after that, if I'm going to leave the house, that's when I'd feel up to it.

Did I mention already that I'm in college next year? If I didn't I am now.
I actually plan to be in college for the next 10-15 years, gunna get a Doctorate in Computer Science, and a Master's in Computer Hardware and Networking. That way even if Pell Grants won't pay it all and I have to take stuent loans, I'll be able to get a good-enough paying jorb to do so. With 10-15 years of degrees behind me I can get any computer-related jorb I want, and get paid BANK.

I probably won't do all 15 years in one shot, I'm prolly gunna break it up over like a 20-30 year span, otherwise I'd get sick of it. Hmm.

Well I'm goign to fire up Razor and play some Ultima Online.

Wood shop is probably my favorite class, I'm not sure what made me think of this, or why I started this blog entry with it. But I did, so there.

Man, the increasing cold around here is makign me irritated, because I hate being cold. Luckily, however, I am no longer riding my bike to school. It's like a mile, uphill, and at like 7am in the cold.
Fuck. That. Shit.
I'm so glad the bus stop is by my house.
I wish I had known it earlier, though :P

Win some, Lose some - is the nature of life, neh?

The writing of my novel is still going slowly, I'll be posting links once the first chapter is fully completed. At this rate, my analysts project the entire book should be done some time in the late 2200's

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger is an excellent song, I love Dafk Punk.
Mmmm... Techno...

For some reason I'm now craving doughnuts.

Work it harder, make it better, do it faster - makes us stronger
Hour after hour, work is never over

lol

I'm going to play some Command and Conquer: Red Alert now.
It's an old game, but I've been in a nostalgic mood as far as games go lately.

Yet he has not regret.

I have quite a bit of a cold. I assure you, it's exactly as fun as it sounds.

My network, it is still running slow.
This angers Sage.
It's running slow due to both the many walls between me and t3h wireless router, but also because the olde man is streamin' videos!
Gragh!

srsly.

This video is taking forever to load...

So they'd fit me later in life too, thats why.

I'm gorunded, and it sucks. Luckily today the Olde One permitted me some computer time, so I'm blogging. w00t w00t!

btw, I'm going to take this oppurtunity to shamelessly advertise my forum, whithc I am trying to build a community at. Bring yourself, brign your friends, but don't bring lameasses. I don't want to have to hit people with the BanHammer, but I WILL. I will also ENJOY it.
Just because I don't want to ban people doesn't mean I don't take pleasure in getting ot ban people :D

Thats pretty much all I have to say, so I'mma go watch some youtube videos, maybe play some games, and GO TO BEYDDE!
er, I mean bed.

Post Statement (that's PS, for those who did not know what it stood for) - another reaosn I lvoe blogging is that it reminds me to turn on my musics.

I'm starting to get back on board with this bloggering business, whitch is good - it has thereputic qualities - and is available for only five easy payments of 19.95 if you call within the next ten minutes!

I had an MRI today, for my phoot. I had to keep my legs completely still for nealy forty minutes. An easy task, unless of course your told you have to sit still - that makes it rather difficult. Stupid psychology. Also, it was not comfortable, by the end of the scan my knees were killing me. And I though X-Rays were bothersome.
Fortunatley, however, earlier today it was confirmed that my foot deformity is not some kind of foot-tumour or spanish caravan, it's just some fucked up bones making my foot collapse and fall out of place. Corrective braces should fix the problem, but surgery ~may~ be required.
If they are surgering me, they damn well better put me under. I don't care how well they numb it, if your slicin' me up I better fucking be unconcious (so get your cloroform, back alley organ-stealers), srsly.

MY computer finially got here, have I mentioned that already before? Well if not I have now, and man is it ever good to have it back, it may not be the most recent of machines, but it is a good one. More importantly, it is MINE. It is custom fitted with MY preferances, MY settings, MY controls, MY music (2.7 days of it!), MY games, and MY software. And I can do whatever the hell I want with it, because it's MINE. My computer is more my domain than anythign else (especially since I lack a room), particularly so now that I am so far from home, my computer grants me a sense of familairity and dependability that I have been seriously lacking. I feel at home within the e-walls of my e-domain, here where things makes sense. My computer will never betray me or lie to me, and will always be here when I need it - ready to provide comfort and entertainment. Comfortainment. Yummy.

I've finially started having the long-awaited story idea blossom in my head, I've got enough of a plot now that I can just take it and run with it. It doesn't matter that I don't have a definate end, because I have a good enough begining, I'll let the story handle itself from there. Most people think *I* write my stories. I don't. They write themselves, and I just get to nudge them here or there and record them. Sure, I have a lot to do with them, but when it really comes down to it, my characters decide for themselves what they do. I know that sounds utterly fucking nuts, but that's how the story works. I immerse myself int he character, and see the world as they do, and let them decide "What dould I do if..." I don't just go "hey, it would be cool if -character- did -action", what really happens is the character decides what he or she will do. I come up with the characters, and they take personality from there.
Of course, that is not to say I am a shcizo with multiple personalities, they don't consume me, I am fully aware that they ar eunreal, imagined, and at the core of it I really am controlling them and directing them, just not entirely conciously. My head is a strange place, I'd invite you to visit if that weren't impossible (currently), I'm sure you'd get along great with some of the characters in my head. Don't worry, the undesireables are usually locked up so they don't hurt anybody. Besides, I have an entire empire of benign aliens going on in here, I'm pretty sure you'd be safe. They have warships. And they kick some serious ass, even if they only average five feet tall. (Yes, I am referring to the Gat'u, for those of you familair with my earlier works (currently being rewritten, email or message me for a link to the first chapter (still in progress)))

Mmmmm, parenthesis.
I know I prolly spelled that wrong, and I don't give a shart.
Issa mah blarg, I kan spel thanges howevahr Aye wahnt tew.
lulzorz.

Sheesh, some people reading this blog must get so confused sometimes.
Like my Aunt Charlene. Totally unfamilair with both internet slang and my own unique brand of strange interblag (internet) speak. I speak quite strangely in general, on the internet I'm practically illegible to someone who hasn't known me for a while.
If you IM me often, you prolly alreayd know this.

Between my strange method of speakage and my frequent typos, I must be one damn hard person to understand.

Why yes, senator, I would like a cup of coffee. No sugar, thank you.

Yeah, that was random.

Okanogan, for being a small town, isn't all bad. Yes it is small, hot, dry, and boring - but it's not all bad. I've met a few alright people, I guess. The school isn't bad. My futon is comfortable, and I have internet access. Things could be worse, might as well make the best of my situation.
Man I cannot wait until xmas break, when I goes back to visit.

I've officially become a youtuber now, I have like one or two videos on there. The youtube website's built-in quick-capture seems to have a tendancy for cutting off like the last forty seconds of my videos, and this irritates me. I'm actually laoding up youtube right now to see if I have any messages or comments, or at least some views. I need ot get ahold of some actual video recording software, instead of using the quick capture.
If you know of any and would like to recommend it to me, I'd greatly apreciate it.
xalla13@gmail.com
thassa mah E-mail.
You can email me whenever, or however often, I don't mind. I don't check it very regularly at the moment, an dI might take a little while to get back to you. I have a bad habit of jsut not doing things sometimes, for whatever reason.
Woo fifteen channel views. No comments or messages, however.
Thats okay, I only posted them yesterday, lol.
What if I became a famous youtuber? That'd be Nucking Futs.
Whating my own videos is strange, and my voice soudns kinda weird to me. And I hate my friggin' teeth. Stupid teeth. Grr.

Wow, this has been quite a long blog, congratulations for all those who didn't give up reading it way up there. I'd give you a medal, but I ate them all. Sorry. I also made you a cookie, but I eated it. Sorry.
Srsly, I sowwy.

Well I'm going to check-a my myspace and watch some videos before hitting the hay, I'll be walking most of the way to school tomorrow prolly, because I left my bike at the Bike Shop when I went out to wenatchee today for my appointment.

Peace, foolz!

My mind, my motovations, and my feelings all remain mysteries to me, unfortunately. Such is life though, no?

I am super sore from weights, and I hope my computer gets here fastly.
Yes, fastly, stfu.

I had dissappeared from the bloggerizing scene!
OH NOES!
Well not only ius the summer a far more boring and far less convieniant time to blog, but I have not had a lot of access to a computer lately, still my access is limited by the fact that the computer at home's keyboard appears to have decided to stop working properly - or it's a failed attempt to work better, I'm not sure yet.

Regardless, typing with an on-screen keyboard is no way to get any blogging done - even if I am motivated to blog.
I'm currently at Okanogan Junior and High school, in case you were wondering.
Go bulldogs?
I preferred Pirates (Pinckney) and Panthers (Redford), personally.
Now that I think back on past school mascots, it is somewhat ironic that my last elementairy school and my new high school have the same mascot.
In redford I entered into the RUSD (Redford Union School District) in 4th grade, at Bullman Elementary. I had hoped to stay through RU until my senior year, fate conspired against me.

The tiem I have spent here has given me more problems and greivences than it has joys or happiness - but I cannot honestly say it has been 100% horrible, however it is around 70-80%

Onto another, but slightly related, tack:
Why do I always have this horrible habit of falling for people I simply cannot have?
I always find myself liking a girl who is taken, not interested, horribley out of my leauge, etc.
I seem to constantly set myself up for failure, it is teh suxx0rz, srsly.
Though I have more or less resigned myself to remaining single, there seems to be nobody in this damn town worth my time who is single and genuinely interested - and I have no reason to beleive there ever will be.
Not to say that I will flatly refuse to date anyone, just that I am going to be much more cautious and guarded when persuing relatuionships, and have no plans at all of actually asking anyone out unless I am quite sur emy feelings are returned 100%

apparently blogging is against the rules, gtg

I have not updated in some time, mostly due to inability to do so.

I now live 3000 miles, 8 states, and 3 time zones away. In Okanogan, Washington.
It is very difficult to live 3 hours earlier than most people I know.
Especially since the majority of my productive computer time starts between 10pm and 1am my time. That's between 2am and 5am home time.

Gawsh!

I have met a good many people out here so far, and have even been assigned by some of them a nickname:
Patches

Most of you should be able to guess why!

For lack of much of anythign else to do with my time spent at home, I have started reading at a much more increased rate than usual, plowing through 3-7 books in a week on average.
As much as I love literature, I'm starting to burn out.
I hope my computer arrives soon.

I have thought of a brilliant idea of the perfect christmas present form my family back home, and must suggest it to them soon, for ideas that I will clarify after I explain what it is.
Instead of getting me any actual presents, every member o fmy family back homewards could chip in as much as they feel they can towards a roundtrip plane ticket to get me home for winter vacation, if the dates are a little off I'm sure the school will co-operate, so long as I schedule in advance for the trip with the Office.
It is best to get them thinking of this as soon as possible because the more in advance the ticket is bought, the cheaper it will be.
And I'm already asking alot.
Though, beign as they are my family and love me very much, I am sure they will be happy to oblige me.

Many of the people I have met out here in Okanogan so far are pretty awesome people, but like any crowd they have their bad people, no town is all good people, nor is any town all people who get along. I have even met a few girls I have taken a slight interest in, though one of whitch led me on for a while, and then seemed to no longe rnotice my very existance - this has irritated and frustrated me very much, I don't like being played.
Another of whitch seems to be locked in a relationship that does not seem to be ending soon, so I have given up hope on that front.

I hope I am not being too vauge for you to grasp the problems at hand.

Moving across the country has been stressful, physically as well as emotionally, my mind is still stuck on a time and sleeping schedule I had been instinctually trained for all my life, and it is hard adapting to a new timezone, I just today got a watch.
Some little kid let me have this watch he was trying to sell, apparently he got a new one.
"Hey kid, you should let me have this watch, because I'm awesome" half-joking, as usual
"Okay."
"Really? Hawsome!"
And so I gotsed a watch.

Sage: 54
Not Sage: 12

For thsoe of you not keepign score :P

Well I'm out of here for now, catcha later- hopefully soon
_Szage

Attnetion all residents of the blogosphere/interblag:

Szage will be returning full-time to the interblag today, got internets at me mum's!

Great, yeah?

YEAH!

Cya later, blogopatrons.