Jesus God, I've been neglecting this blog. Don't worry, I'll shower it with attention soon enough. Like tomorrow (later today) when I'm procrastinating instead of writing a huge big important paper due on Monday.

I'm tempted to pull an all-nighter. It'd be epic. Wake up noon-2ish on Sunday, and not go to sleep until sometime early Tuesday morning. With a 7 hour car trip home thrown in.

Sounds like a plan.

So true.

Just some things I've been working on...

Bold only the truth

I am a cuddler
I am a morning person
I am a perfectionist
I am a night person
I am an only child
I am Catholic
I am currently in my pajamas
I am currently suffering from a broken heart
I am okay at styling other people’s hair
I am left handed
I am addicted to my myspace
I am very shy around the opposite gender
I bite my nails
I can be paranoid at times
I currently regret something that I have said
When I get mad I curse frequently
I like someone a lot
I enjoy jazz music
I enjoy smoothies
I enjoy talking on the phone
I have a pet
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal
I have a tendency to fall for the wrong person
I have all my grandparents
I have at least one sibling
I have been told that I am smart
I have broken a bone
I have Caller I.D. on my phone
I have bathed/showered with someone
I have changed a diaper
I have changed a lot over the past year
I have done something illegal
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair
I have had surgery
I have killed another person
I have had my hair cut within the last week
I have had the cops called on me
I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn’t

RAWR! I'm a dinosaur!

I leave for Wittenberg University on Thursday. Awesome. Seriously. I'm stoaked. Can't you tell?

No really though, I am looking forward to going to Witt, I'm just not looking forward to trying something new, again. For the second time this year.

I went to Goshen again this summer. Although instead of going to PMI, the place that has been my home for 4 summers, I went to Olmsted. The place that I have looked down my nose at for 4 years.

Don't get me wrong. Olmsted is a great place. Now. But it wasn't when I was working at PMI.

My first 3 years, it was run by a man named Tim Zich. He didn't control his staff very well. And the entire Reservation knew it. We didn't like Olmsted because their staff was cocky (a sloagan like, "Best On The Lake" will give off that impression).

Last year, 2008, Olmsted was run by a man by the name of Wes Haynes. He's a great guy, but he tried to change too many things at once, and so things fell through the cracks. Wes was a transplant from Bowman, the best Boy Scout camp on the lake. But, again, we looked down our noses at Olmsted because there was a bit too much chaos last year.

People still look down their noses at Olmsted. Although hopefully that's changing a bit. I know I got some harsh comments from PMI alumni that visited this summer. But hopefully that's them, and not the rest of the staff around the lake.

But back to me (sounds conceited, but that's why you're here, right? to read about me?) Whatever, it's my blog. I'll do what I want.

So I was going into a place that had this stigma attached to it in my mind. It was a tough transition. I hated myself for working there for at least the first half of the summer. Yes, hated myself. Why? Because when I went to visit my friends at PMI, I felt like an outsider. I know they didn't treat me like one, but I felt like one. Once I got over that feeling in my head, and once I was more accepted at Olmsted, the summer started looking better. But if one more person (be they leader, scout or staff member) had gotten on my bad side during week 3, I would have been out of there. Packed up and moved over to PMI to volunteer for the rest of the summer. I would have gladly taken no pay and worked for free the rest of the summer.

Fortuneatly nobody did get on my badside. I am really going to need my paychecks when it comes time to pay for books.

And back to the subject of Wittenberg. I am looking forward to it. But I'm again, going into a new place that has nobody I know.

It won't be as bad though. I have no negative stigmas towards Witt in my head.

I'm glad I typed this up. It's releved a lot of stress.

Read this, or don't, it's up to you. But if you're here already, you've already read, so this doesn't apply to you.

RAWR! I'm a dinosaur!

People seem to be forgetting that there was a Hispanic in the Supreme Court far before there was an African American.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Cardozo

Happy April Fools Day!

We got our RA this morning at around 1am. It was pretty epic.

Mein Name ist Ozymandias...

"Mein Name ist Ozymandias, König der Könige!
Erblickt meine Werke, Ihr Mächtigen, und verzweifelt!"
Nichts daneben ist geblieben. Rund um die Trümmer
der kolossalen Ruine, endlos und öd,
einsam und eben, erstrecken sich nur Sande weithin.

and in English:

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

The Barfly - Enter the Haggis

I met an old man one night in a bar
He was sitting alone
The way men his age always are
His movements were slow
Didn't speak very well
But every old man has a story to tell

He lived by the book
Went to church every day
But his wife left him young
With two daughters and bills to pay
He worked himself hard
And the years flickered past
His girls kept him young
But they grew up so fast

Prodigal faith always felt second best
When she turned seventeen
She took her coat and her camera
And headed west
It broke her dad's heart
But as he likes to say
With enough time apart
Even faith fades away

Jenny met Ray in his last days ashore
They married in May
And that August he joined the war
He said Jenny don't cry
I'll be home in the fall
So she held her head high
And said nothing at all

Then he got in a plane
Took it up in the air
It never came down
For all she knows it's still
Flying around up there
Then Jenny went wrong
And the last that I heard
It's been seven years long
Since she uttered a word
Seven years gone
Since she uttered a word

Now her father just sits
All alone at the bar
He orders his drinks
And smokes cigarettes
He knows he can't afford
He's got no regrets
Says he's doing quite well
But every old man
Has a story to tell

Sin Boldly

"Be a sinner and sin boldly, but more strongly have faith and rejoice in Christ." -Martin Luther

I wanted to be asleep by now, but, this is more interesting...

So this summer I'm going to be a Commissioner at Camp Olmsted located on the beautiful Goshen Scout Reservation in Goshen, VA. Being a commissioner, and for that matter, being at camp at all, requires me to carry around lots of things. A water-bottle, a first aid kit, a radio/cell phone (I'm not sure if I'll have a radio, but I'll more than likely carry my cell phone, it comes with the importance of the job), a multi-tool, a flashlight, a notebook, writing utensils, sunscreen, etc.

A normal person would use a backpack. I on the other hand, am not normal, and I really like cool stuff. So what I've decided to do is get a tactical MOLLE belt so I can carry around all my stuff like the guys in the military do (just with a belt instead the huge-giant vest). Now, I already have a military-style belt, just without the MOLLE style attachment system, so what I'm doing, is getting this:
Once I have the rig, I'll need the pieces to go along with it. To carry my wallet, radio/cell phone, notebook and writing utensils, I will get this:
Then, for the first aid kit and sunscreen (they belong together), I'm going to get this:For the flashlight, the multi-tool and other things that I can't think of right now, I'll get this:And I'm not sure how I'm going to carry my water-bottle, if I'm going to just have it in my hands or if I'll also attach it to the belt, but if I go with the second option, I'll get this:The belt sleeve will be black, I know that for sure, but I haven't decided if I want all the other things to also be in black, or if I want them to be the modern Army digital camouflage like the last two pictures. I'm leaning towards the Army camouflage so that I can add hook-and-loop embroidered name tags like the military uses.

Of course, all of this together will cost over $150, so I should start saving. And yes, I know it would make much more sense to just stick with a backpack.

But, in the immortal words of Anonymous, "What would the fun be in that?"

My nerdness, for all to see...

So, it's official. I'm a gamer. And not in the cool way either. I'm a super-nerd. A few months ago I
bought a game called Team Fortress 2 through an online gaming program called Steam. Steam is operated by a company called VALVe who creates games, including Team Fortress 2. One of my friends here on the hall bought it before me, and it looked really cool, so I bought it, along with my roommate and the roommate of my friend who bought it first. Then before Christmas break VALVe released another game, called Left 4 Dead. I played a demo of it, and I loved it. So I bought it. Now, let me describe these two games to you.

Team Fortress 2 is a 1st person shooter with two different teams, RED and BLU. Each team has a different color, and I'm fairly certain you can figure out which color goes to which team. There are a total of 9 classes that you can be, a Scout, a Pyro, a Soldier, a Demoman, a Heavy, an Engineer, a Medic, a Spy and finally a Sniper. The best part, is that each class is has an extreme personality. For example, the Demoman is an AfroScottish man with an eye patch, and the Sniper is an Austrailan with some of the most random lines I've ever heard. There are many different kinds of maps, the most common is control point, where teams compete to control all the points on the map (depending on how many a team holds, others will be locked so that teams don't have to defend all CPs at once). Then there are capture the flag maps where teams have to capture the intelligence of the other team. There are pay load maps where one team is pushing a bomb to the other team's base, and the defending team has to prevent the bomb from getting to the end. Finally there are arena maps where the whole point of the game is to kill all the other players, however, to prevent these from going on for too long, there is a control point that is activated a few minutes into the round so spys can't just go invisible indefinitely to prevent their team from losing. Then there are custom maps that are made by people who like the game, some follow these guidelines, others are completely origional.


(left to right) Pyro, Engineer, Sniper, Spy, Heavy, Demoman, Medic, Scout, Soldier





Left 4 Dead is a zombie game. It has 4 main characters who are known as the survivors, and they must work their way through a series of levels. There are 5 levels per every campaign, and there are 4 campaigns total. At first you would think that game play would get boring with such limited options, but with how things spawn (appear in gamer lingo) you will almost never find the exact same combination of items in the same locations or in the same quantities. There are 4 survivors you can play as. There is Bill, an ex-military type who is getting gray around the edges. There is Francis, who is a biker with lots of tattoos, but who is dumb as nails. There is Zoey, the only girl, who wears jeans and a pink track jacket. Finally there is Louis, he's an African-American businessman who is wearing a red tie and designer watch from before the infection hit. Then if campaign mode is getting a little dull and you want to switch things up, there is Versus mode where you play one round as the survivors, and the next as a special infected. In campaign mode special infected are bots that can be really annoying and deadly. There are Smokers, that pull survivors with their tounges, Hunters that pounce on survivors and rip at their abdomens, Boomers that vomit/blow up on the survivors to call the horde (a large amount of common infected) to attack the survivors. Then there are the speical special infected, the Tank which is a huge zombie that can hurl cars and slabs of concrete at the survivors as well as knock them back; there is also the Witch, who sits crying at random intervals (no more than 2 places per section of the campaign) throughout the map, if she is disturbed (ie, shot at, gotten too close to, etc) she will attack the survivor who startled her until he or she is dead, then she will run away. The Tank is the only one of these 2 that can be played in versus mode, but both can deal heavy amounts of damage.


(left to right) Francis, Bill, Zoey, Louis







There are my internet based game obsessions. I've also become an avid player of Dungeons & Dragons. I won't go into any detail, because there is just too much. However, I will say that it is one of the best ways to release your creativity, because there are really no limits to what you can do. Yes, there are rules, but if you can imagine a character that is a weird race, or can do strange things, there is more than likely a race and class that fit your criteria, and if there isn't, you'll probably find something that you like even more in your search for what you origionally thought of.












So there you have it. I'm a nerd. Not only do I play these things, but I'm also a member of an online gaming community that discusses games like Team Fortress 2 and Left 4 Dead. It's called Stompfest and the people there are awesome people, funny too, not to mention great gamers.

Oh well, I like who I am, and I wouldn't change it for the world.

Here ends a post that I started before dinner, and kept getting distracted from.

Fake Artist and Album

1 - Follow the link to a site of random articles drawn from Wikipedia.

The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to this Quotations page.

The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Follow the link to Flickr for their explore the last seven days photos.

The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover (unless you're uncomfortable with the nature of it...I got one of those the first time I did it, go figure).

4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.

5 - Post it on your site, be it Blogger, Xanga, Facebook, etc. with this text in the name of the band and the album name.

I tried to make a new creation, but I was having some trouble, so here are my past creations:

















Artist:Machaerotidae
Album: Sexier Than Any Body Part


















Artist: Oribe Station
Album: Finding A Sickness You Like


















Artist: Community Rail
Album: You're Prepared For It
















Artist: Luxior
Album: Time and Manner of Devotion

















Artist: Elkton
Album: Flashes Before Your Eyes


















Artist: The Fighting Temeraire
Album: Bend to That One Objective


















Artist: Pentapodiscus
Album: Rich in Life Experience

Just digging myself deeper...

...and this grave is so very comfortable...

RoadTrip

So this weekend, I went on a high school youth retreat called RoadTrip as a small group leader. It was a lot of fun, and I'm glad I did it. I went to RoadTrip all 4 years I was in high school, and I always felt that when I was old enough, I should go as a small group leader, because mine always inspired me, and I wanted to help inspire other people.

This year I was finally old enough. Although technically since I wasn't 21 I was just a "Small Group Assistant". Even still though, it was a great experience. I was worried that because I am only 18, and that everyone in the group was 16, that their might be some problems. I didn't know what they might be, but I don't think I ran into any. If anything, I think my age was a bonus instead of a boon, because it was easier for the group to connect with people closer to their age where it would be more difficult with a small group leader in their 30s or above.

I was able to get close to God myself over this weekend, as I hope some of the people in my small group did as well. Not only was I able to get close to God, but I feel even more strongly that I should go into ministry when I get out of college. I should talk it over with my pastor sometime, but I feel that I could do well at being a minister. One thing I do know is that God wants me to help people. I have a feeling that it will start with ministry, but that it will turn into something else as well. Maybe I'll work for a Christian lobby group, maybe I'll go into politics myself, like Mike Huckabee did. I don't know what will happen, but God will lead the way.

I can't stress enough how great a time it was. I know I plan to go back, it's too much fun not to.

I'm a bit taken aback. Last semester was fairly easy. I didn't have much homework, and so my days were a bit easier, with more time to just hang out. No longer. Now I have a lot more reading to do, which tends to take up much of my time, which is annoying. Although, as I look back, there was a lot more work at the beginning of last semester too, and then it died down. I can only hope that the same will hold true here.

I've been having some strange feelings the past couple of days. For the most part, I've been feeling down in the dumps, for no apparent reason. I've just been gloomy. I don't know why, nothing particular has happened to make me feel this way, it's just weird, and annoying. I don't want to feel sad. I like being happy, but whenever I stop thinking about something else, my mind always goes back to being sad.

I would type more, but you know, homework...