Wait WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanna add a title.

blah blah blah…  :P  I’m trying to get my boaters licence, but I have to do this stupid STUPID study thing.  I have to watch these 2 minute videos with happy blue haired people and then take these little tests.  But that’s not the worst.  The lady who talkes through these thing has some serious problems.  He voice id so creepy it makes me want to run away screaming and waving my hands in the air.  ”Early and substantial action.”  AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH  She won;t stop saying that.  I’ve told here to stop so many times.  ”Early and substantial action.”  ”Early and substantial action.”  I’m going to have to take early and substantial action and kill something.  she just said it again. … … … … … and again!!!

She just finished talking about honking your horns to say something.  ”One honk means, ‘I want to pass you an your port side.’ and two honks means, ‘ I want to pass you on your starboard side.’ ”  It just keeps going.  ”and 31 honks mean, ‘I want a cheese burger.’ and 32 honks mean, ‘I’m going to ram you head on.’ ”  If I ever see someone with blue hair again I’m going yo have to shoot him.

Most of this stuff has to do with common sense.  ”Where do you tie the anchor:  the motor, your wrist” (now there’s a bright idea.  maybe I’ll just tie the thing around my throat.)… I can’t remember the right answer, but that’s ok.  It’s the answer that makes sense.  :D  I’m not even paying much attention to the study videos because so many of the questions are so obvious.  Like, “If your approaching a boat head on what do you do?”  Well let’s see…  It’s not the option that says, “maintain coarse and speed.”  The correct answer would be pass the boat on your left (port) side.  You do have to pay some atention to the study videos, but they go over every thing twice so I’m not stressing.

The people in these videos are so happy it’s slightly creepy.  Their always grinning their ugly little faces off.  …  Hey! here’s a news flash for you.  You may stand sit or kneel on your jet ski!!!  wow Who would have guessed? Also, according to this, Small personal boat like jet skis demand the same respect boats do.  I did even know any boats need respect.  Now she’s talking about dumping your… well… let’s not go there.

YES!!!  100% … I’m so good.

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mt st Helens

There we were nearing the top of one of the largest mountains in the world… well a very large mountain.  Sore and tired from the many hours of journeying, but determined to get to peak of this monumental mound.  That was when the wind started picking up.  I first noticed it as a slight breeze, but in that slight breeze I could smell the horrible sent of danger.  As we pressed on, trudging up this hazardously steep and stony hill we could feel the the wind growing stronger and faster and and fiercer and bad.    Though we could barely lift our feet with weariness we somehow we made it on and on mile after mile after foot.  It must have been the spirit of power and determination surging trough our souls.  Anyway, the wind got worse and worse until we had to hug the stony and snowy mountain side to keep from being picked up and blown down to our deaths like leafs on an Autumn breeze.  Despite the imminent danger quickly approaching us, we were determined not to give up.  We gritted our teeth, squared our shoulders and crawled on.  Hour after hour we crawled,  the wind roaring in our ears.  We didn’t chat anymore. The wind was so loud we had to shout at the top of our lungs just to be heard by each other.  I’m not sure how long this went, but eventually the wind got so bad it started picking up ice and sand and boulders and throwing them in our faces.  The sand got in our mouthes and ears and hair.  The tiny pieces of ice, which where as sharp as razors cut into our flesh.  The pain was excruciating.  We started hiding behind rocks waiting for the wind to die down a bit and then making a dash for the next big rock before it started up again.  We practiced this technique for only a short time before we got caught in the middle of a blast.  It was at that point we decided going on any further would only be suicide.  We got up, turned around, and started running for our lives back down the mountain.  Tripping and falling we finally made it back down out of the wind and ice.

That was my Monday this week.  yup… next week I’m going sky diving.

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this says “Enter Title Here” so I did

I feel crumby.  (Crumby adjective A mix between sick and depressed.  Unenergetic, or uninspired.)  When I feel crumby my brain slows down and I become a bumbling fool.  I kept messing up on thingks,  Anb making a foul of my self so I just decided to post.  ;)

I just learned how to unclog a sink.  I usually avoid learning jobs like that because then I get pick to do them.  And then if I do already know them I act stupid and mess them up so that I never get picked again.  But there was no getting out of this one.  It was awful.  Watter was everywhere.  It was like Willamette Falls in the basement.  no…  It was like Willamette Falls-GONE-WRONG in the basement.  The watter was gross.  I wanted to barf.  I wanted to die.  And then comeback alive when someone else had taken care of it.  But that would be suicide which is a capital offence………….  WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

O.K. I just got back from killing a spider under Owen’s bed.  I had forgotten it was back there until a second ago.  That’s the thing about me.  Things will randomly leave my mind and then randomly return without warning.  It’s kinda sad how forgetful I am.  I would be worried but I forget to worry.  I will walk into a room and have no idea why I’m there.  Why am I here?  Who am I?  Who are you?  Why are you looking at me like I’m insane?  I usually begin franticly glancing around trying to find something for my mind to grab onto.  You know to remind me why I exist.  After about ten minutes of having an intense starring contest with outer space it either comes to me with a sudden outburst of “OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” or I just give up and leave.  I know that when I’m least expecting it it will come back to me….  … … … … … … … little house by the fray is awesome…  … … … I’m hungry… … … … It’s fun to type dots over and over…. … … … … … I think I need more coffee… … … .. … … … I’m typing these dotty things to the rhythm of depeche mode now… … … … … … I love the noise you fingers make when they tap tap the keyboard… … … … … … … …  what was I saying???  WAIT! I HAVE AN IDEA!!! ill look back at what I’v been saying and then I’ll know… … … … oh.. … … … being forgetful that’s right.  know I know.  oooooohhhhhhhhhh the irony.  :)  Can someone please tell my this is normal.  Does anyone els set some thing down and two seconds later have no idea where it is.  ok if you have, then have you ever lost something an realize you where holding it the whole time?  Or stuck something in the fridge that’s totally wrong like the dog or something.  ok I’ve never done that But I have stuck some pretty weird things in there.  or thrown something away without thinking about it.  All that is sort of annoying but what’s really bad is when you compleatly forget someones name. And they told it to you just a second ago. Hey there… man… brooooo… dude…  yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh what was your name again.  *sheepish smile*  hey you over there! yeah you. no not you… yeah you.  gimmy your name again… please.  BOB… that’s it riiiiiggggghhhhhhtttttt thanks.  ok so I didn’t mean to talk this long.  I doubt anybody actually read through all that to this point anyway.  There is a bunch of people all around me tapping there feet waiting for the computer. sooooo yeah

talking about nothing and facebook

I feel uninspired and when I feel uninspired I check my facebook every five minutes.  Time to get back to work.  oh but I really don’t want to.  There’s got to be some way to stall.  I KNOW!!!  I’ll check my facebook  that should take some time.  not to mention that It will be so very satisfying that as soon as I’m done I’ll feel  refreshed and renewed then I’ll get back to work instantly.  And of course there’s nothing different.  Why doesn’t anybody ever update their statuses?!?!?!  I want something interesting to read.  It’s too much work to read a book or something.  I just want to sit and read facebook updates.  much more entertaining.  But everybody’s too lazy to entertain me.  /: (   No new notifications… nobody likes me.  SOME BODY COMMENT ON MY STATUS NOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!  I worked hard on that status.  It was such a clever idea.  not even a poke.  WHY DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SO HARD?!?!?!?  So there’s nothing new on facebook, but I don’t want to log out so soon.  I haven’t been satisfide I’m not full.  I still crave more facebook.  To logout now would seen so utterly disappointing.  I guess I’ll just scroll up and down that same old news feed I read five minutes ago.  refresh a time or two just to see if by chance anybody posted any thing new for me.  Alas the same old thing.  Maybe one more time.  nothing new and interesting.  Looks like nothing left to do but logout.  :’(  NO!!!!  I do not want to leave the glowing screen so soon.  brace your self.  just press the button now walk away. goodbye beautiful facebook.  goodbye glowing screen.  until next time.  farewell. farewell.

TV

I was taking a walk the other night when I saw the most dreadful sight. Actually I didn’t. But I did take a walk. My two sisters, a friend and I were walking around the neighborhood talking about random things, when I noticed every house we passed had strange and colorful flashing lights coming out of the windows. Every single one. It was strange to see house after house sitting dark and still as the occupants sat like dead things staring at the flashing lights. Oblivious of everything going on around them. As they sat there totally engrossed in the nonexistent reality they were intensely watching, we were out on a casual stroll enjoying the fresh night air and having intelligent conversation. They had no idea this lonely groups was wandering the gloomy streets observing them; peering in their open windows. Cartoons, spy shows, action movies, comedies, guitar hero. People have no creativity anymore. The first thing they do when they get home from work is switch on that TV. Reading and hobbies are a thing of the past. Anyway, as I was walking past all those dim homes with those lifeless bodies just staring at those flickering screens, I started thinking (and that’s not an easy thing to do, I might add) about how I am so tired of playing xBox with such bad picture. I need a new TV so bad!

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