The World of Two Polar Opposites

I should have mentioned

2007-01-25T22:51:00.000-05:00

Also, just a quick note, you can scratch number 4 from my most recent list.

As for the old list, number 9 has been acomplished (of course I'm in a different room). To update both lists I have so far scratched out numbers 1, 4, 5, 9, 12, 13, and 15 on the old list and now number 4 on the new list. That leaves me with 11 things to cross off total!

For Real, This Time

2007-01-23T21:43:00.002-05:00

Kissing as only gotten me into more trouble than it's worth.

Today I started on my 7 month hiatus from kissing anyone. (It was going to be 6th months, but I counted wrong and said August and it all kind of stuck, it will just be a bonus month, I guess.) And when I say today, I do mean I was up at midnight and I decided that maybe no kissing would be best for me. Things never get better when you kiss someone. It's been a tempting few hours (you may laugh at me, but it really has been more tempting than normal).

If you'd like to be on the kiss waiting list (and I'd definitely like to have at least someone on the list, if not more) just go ahead and leave me a comment or maybe even email me.

I guess I'll keep you updated on how this goes.

August 23, 2007 can't come fast enough!

Really Bored

2006-10-23T11:38:00.000-04:00

Holy cow, this is like gotta be some sorta record. I have just updated both of my blogs on the same day and within the same hour. Lez party hardy.

--Josh

More College!

2006-10-08T22:31:00.000-04:00

Don't you wish you could see ahead into the future? Maybe just once, just really quick. It seems like it would solve many problems, huh? You'd just, know the answer to something. Easy.

Too easy probably.

(Oh, sorry for not posting for such a long time.)

(In addition, cause I haven't posted in a while, and I have so much stuff on my mind, it's all gonna be pretty jumpy.)

So you know how you think of things you want to do in your life. Not like "the cure for cancer" or whatever (although I probably should). But just, like, little things that I want to do. You can call me a slut or whatever, and its not like I'm guaranteeing all of these will happen. Or maybe I'll come to my senses and realize some of this stuff is not a good idea. I'm not gonna give you my whole list, just the things I've come up with in the past little bit:
1) Go streaking
2) Live in a big city
3) Skinny dip
4) make out with someone I'm not dating
This all probably sounds sluttish. But maybe everyone is entitled to some slutty-ness. Maybe I need a little more slutty-ness. Maybe I'll come to my senses in a little bit.

Hmm, it just came across CNN that North Korea just tested their first nuclear weapon. Probably not the best move on their part.

You always read in magazines like Seventeen and whatever that guys are more attracted to girls who are having fun. Its like, maybe we are more approachable or they can at least tell we aren't losers or something.

I always figured that was probably slightly true, but it probably helped to be amazingly beautiful or something. Seventeen just doesn't want to be brutally honest 'cause that doesn't sell magazines. But last night I sort of convinced myself that it was pretty true. After being at the foam party last night for quite a while without getting in the actual foam I figured it was gonna be another typical night. I hang out with the girl I went with and talk to a few people, but not really meet people (especially any boys). But after getting pulled into the foam I ended up having a great time. I danced and met some people, in fact, the only bad part of the evening was once the foam party part was over, I was soaked and freezing cold. Then it started to rain. But even after getting out of the foam I met some new people as I laughed and talked with some girls. I think those magazines might be on to something. I had a great night, I think I need more nights like that. Get to know more people and help blow off all that "my final paper grade was actually worse than my draft paper grade" stress.

Yeah, that paper thing is another story, but whatever.

Ok, really time for bed now.

Hey Nineteen

2006-08-31T20:33:00.000-04:00

So it was my birthday a while back. I'm nineteen now and figured that I should have a theme song just like I did (way back?) when this blog was started and I was 17. So here it is:

Hey Nineteen
Steely Dan

Way back when
In sixty-seven
I was the dandy
Of gamma chi
Sweet things from boston
So young and willing
Moved down to scarsdale
Where the hell am i
Hey nineteen
No we cant dance together
No we cant talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down

Hey nineteen
Thats retha franklin
She dont remember
The queen of soul
Its hard times befallen
The sole survivors
She thinks Im crazy
But Im just growing old

Hey nineteen
No we got nothing in common
No we cant talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down

The cuervo gold
The fine columbian
Make tonight a wonderful thing

No we cant dance together
No we cant talk at all

The End of an Era

2006-08-16T23:45:00.000-04:00

Greetings and Hello,
As i sit here at my computer i can't help but feel a sense of both nostalgia and sadness for this, the eve of my departure to college. I find my self wanting to return to the days of old, were my biggest concern in life was whether to watch the power rangers of the ninja turtles (btw i choose Ninja Turtles). But i also find my self wanting and yearning for the adventures and challenges that lay before me, as I set out on my own. This world excites me and scares me, but i know that if i hold true to the teachings of my parents and of my faith i can and will overcome any obstacle that stands before me.

"I do not measure my success by where I stand today. No, I measure my success by were I’ve come from.
–Morpheus

The fact that i 'm going away doesn't mean i will stop with this blog, it just means that i will be less involved. But if you wish to know how i'm doing check out my School Blog at
Pfeiffer Travels.com

Good luck to all of you in the future and may God be with you
--Josh

T Minus 72 hours plus # 5 is gone

2006-08-14T08:38:00.000-04:00

Ok i'm just gonna declare that number 5 is completed on the list. I say this because i feel my skillz have in this feild have expanded geometricly. Other than that everything eles is peachy keen and oh wait....

I LEAVE FOR SCHOOL IN 3 DAYS WOOT!!!!

--Josh

p.s. i have nothing to do with that weird little cost conter thingy in E$ suggestions

A Very Special Offer

2006-08-11T14:33:00.000-04:00

Recently we have realized that there is an opening for a friend in our traditional circle. Following the tradition of equality and diversity at Guilford College, we would prefer to find one male to fill the position. This would bring our group to 2 girls (Erica and I) and 2 guys (Harry and you?).

Finding friends can be difficult, so we have decided introduce an online ad for the 1 (million) readers of this blog. Hopefully a condensed version will appear in the Guilfordian. We feel that finding a friend with the following requirements will best complete our circle. First, of course, lets start with benefits of being in the circle:
1) Automatic say and consideration into any and all school-break/weekend trips.
2) Guarantee that at least one of the group members will eat in the “caf” with you.
3) The opportunity to stay in the room while any of the group members change clothes.
4) Dance parties!
5) We won't make fun of you
6) If you don't have a car, we have plenty
7) First access to our used books when we finish a class
8) Erica's grandma makes cheesecake
9) Target and Harris Teeter trips galore
10) Of course, there is always something going on!
...and there are so many more, this is just a glimpse!!

Now, of course any applicants will be interviewed, however only the highly qualified applicant will be accepted. Bonus points go to anyone who reads this blog as they are totally cool and will already have some previous knowledge of what being in the group involves. It is extremely important that the soon to be friend attends Guilford College and lives on campus. This makes eating meals and late night "studying" much more convenient. As said above, we would prefer a male friend to keep the group equal, however, to keep me from dating this new friend we would prefer a gay male. While these qualities rank high on our list, there are other qualities that would help:
1) Having a job (especially one that might provide us with discounts and/or fodder for our jokes)
2) Living in a cool place that we could all visit (ie: Hawaii)
3) Enjoys pets
4) Shares a love for junk food, late night cheese dip, and teriyaki anything
5) Enjoys dancing (at least in the privacy of the dorm room if not in front of car headlights near Friendly Ave.)
6) Doesn't mind showering or at least being in the bathroom while another group member showers (helps protect from ghosts)

As you can see, there are so many benefits and only a few requirements. This is a totally cool deal and all those who are lucky enough to meet the base requirements should apply. Facebook profiles are acceptable resumes.

Sailed On

2006-08-09T00:06:00.000-04:00

I wanted to go out and do something tonight. Guess I should be use to staying in and not hearing from anyone, but every once and a while it gets to me. I seem to fall into ruts, and this could be one of them.

I'm stuck at home thinking about the normal things with not much to do and not many people around.

But then again, thats not true. I mean, check out that sexy picture above of me at the Leonard's on Sunday.

It's just one of those nights, you know? I actually didn't even feel like writing anything, I just haven't in a while so I felt obligated. Sorry for complaining, I think I just want to be held.

Part of a totally cool song (and it was a free download!):
"Like two ships passing in the night, we're gone
Only the moon and th stars in the sky did know
to cry for me
As I sailed on"
--Landon Pigg, "Sailed On"

NASA - Galileo was Correct

2006-08-08T10:07:00.000-04:00


i don't know why but i just like this video. --Josh

Number 12...GONE

2006-08-07T18:12:00.000-04:00

Today is a good day, For one its myfirst day off from work and i can now relax an reval in my hard earned money. And two, i got my new car, lemme repeat that for any of you with glacoma I GOT MY NEW CAR TODAY. WHOOOT, YEPIEE, YEAH

Ok here's the low down:
*'89 Honda
*Gold
*Runs real good.
hers a picture of it

Ok that's all

--Josh

11 days till Pfeiffer

2006-08-06T21:15:00.000-04:00

Well people it is now official, my summer job is over and "I feel great". I'm now to the point where i guess you could say that im scared outta my mind because i'm going to school and have no idea how it's gonna shake out. However, everyone around me keeps telling me not to worry and to look forward to the coming freedoms that await and to embrace them with open arms. Ok i'll do that but, i also plan on exercising a little bit of control while at school and not embrace "all" of my freedoms. other than that i have nothing eles to say.

Oh wait i have a favor to ask of you all, please from now on i wish to be addressed as Josh instead of Jenkinz. I ask this for two reasons,
One: i'm no longer in high school and therefor i don't need a silly nickname to be reconized.
Two: The name Jenkinz has become somewhat of a stigmatism for me and carries with it many painful and not so happy memories, so i wish to bury it along with the past it's associated with. Ok now thats really all i gotta say.

--Josh

Nintendo Acapella

2006-08-02T21:02:00.000-04:00


If you give me one sec I need to boot it up.... I love this video it makes me laugh every time i see it. especally the Zelda part holy crap this is so funny. --Jenkinz P.S. 15 days till Pfeiffer GO FALCONS

Scrarch 6, 9, and 10

2006-07-29T18:48:00.000-04:00

Well Those three are now down from the list and i feel great. Caught a lot of fish with my dad today, and enjoyed both a good meal with my mom and a few great books afterward. As for squaring away any debts, well no ones stepped forward to say i owe them anything so it's off the list. Ok until then.....

--Jenkins

Popeye vs. Anime

2006-07-28T12:52:00.000-04:00


Hello all you people out there. i was postin' more of my video's on google when i came across this video and almost peeded my pants. if any of you know me well you know Popeye is one of my all time favorite cartoons. Hope you enjoy --Jenkins

Such Different Feelings

2006-07-27T02:06:00.000-04:00

Can a relationship really work if both people still love their ex's? Can that just be an understanding between two people, like, "ok, we really like eachother and we should see if we can make this work, but I know that you still love your ex and you know I still love mine." Honesty is important, right? So how could that not work?

If that can work, then why does it feel like it isn't working? It has to be something different. I feel like I, once again, am screwing things up in this relationship. He says I'm not, but I know it's not him, so it has to be me.

I've expressed my worries about all this before.

I saw one of my best friends today. I haven't seen Carey in several months because of school. I tell her just about everything. What is surprising is that everything he said about me tonight I had just told carey. It was like Deja vue. I saw everything flooding back, except while Carey thought I just needed a bit more time, I now felt scared and worried as he told me all this.

He even brought up the spark that I feared we didn't have. He noticed it too. What can I do about that?

I fear it could all come to an end before it really begins. I know what he would say to that, he would reassure me and tell me to be more positive. Thinking negitively creates negativity I think he would say (at least something like that). Isn't that just another way I am just screwing everything up?

He's different than anything I've ever had. That is both thrilling and scarey.

CapriSun, a baby, and a whistle

2006-07-26T19:04:00.000-04:00

Weird title so i know so i'll explain it....
So i'm sitting here with my neice (she says hi) she'ss the baby, she's drinking a CapriSun (and forgeting to breath between Sips) and i've got a whistle around my neck as i sit here and write this email....wait now my neice is dancing, and i'm now at the end of this email.

--Neko and Ollie

P.S. 22 more days till Pfeiffer
GO FALCONS

Gifs: Untold Stories

2006-07-26T10:49:00.000-04:00


My very first posted video on google video.

The first to fall...Sherman's March To the Sea

2006-07-25T21:07:00.000-04:00

The first of my list to fall is #'s 7 and 11 (this was not planned at all i promise). But i must make a confession, these two were already completed at the time i made this list i just needed to put them up there anyway. So here i go on my quest to complete my list.

My List

2006-07-25T10:33:00.000-04:00

Ok if E$ can have a list than i can too. So here it is my list of things i wanna do.

i wanna......

1) To be the best on the Falcons Swim Team
2) Hold a majority of the male swim records
3) Obtain the right of Captain on the team
4) Fix my freaky flip turn

Enough with school goals on to others......

5) ~~Learn how to shave my legs with out cutting my self~~
6) ~~Square away any debts i have with anyone before Aug 17~~
7) ~~Mend any relationships i have destroyed~~
8) Convince my sister that all high school boys are not worthy
9) ~~Go Fishin with my dad~~
10) ~~Take my mom to lunch~~
11) ~~Figure out how to get to an alternate universe~~
12) ~~Buy a car~~

other than that i have nothing eles to say so yeah...............

--Neko

Up Late

2006-07-24T01:27:00.000-04:00

I'm up because I had a horrible dream. I want to/am crying. I feel sick. I want to call my boyfriend but I don't want to wake him up.

I also realized today that my religion should never make me feel guilty about things I want or have done. It should be there to support me. It should be there to help me make the best decisions for myself as well as decisions that won't hurt others.

I actually think both these things are, in a way, related.

Worry

2006-07-12T09:05:00.000-04:00

There's no toilet paper in the house. I'm not breaking down and buying it this time either. I have bought the vast majority of toilet paper for the house in the 9 weeks we have been here, and considering we go through a roll a day, that’s quite a bit.

Maybe I'll take some from an on-campus bathroom, but the rolls are so huge its hard to ride my bike back from work with a 50 pound roll of toilet paper. The past few days have kinda been like camp. Everywhere I go I think "where am I and should I use the bathroom while I can?" Its tons of fun!

Ok, now to the deep stuff. Does every relationship have a different feeling to it? The one I'm in now feels completely different than the last one. It kinda worries me and maybe it shouldn't. It’s like that feeling of attraction or that "spark" I had for him is less than it was before. However, despite this he makes me feel wonderful about myself. I've never been treated this well before.

I feel almost like something is missing. But does that just come with time? It’s been a long time since my last relationship started...almost a year. I can't remember how it felt at the beginning. I do know that by the end I always wanted to be near him. Often if he wasn't there I would just think to myself "I wish he was here." While I do that now, it just doesn't feel quite the same and I don't think I do it that much.

I know that I loved my ex-boyfriend very much. Even now I know that I loved him, it wasn't just something I said. However, this love let him get away with a lot of stuff. Love is forgiving like that, but ~~maybe~~ probably mine was too forgiving.

Maybe I just need time for that same feeling to develop. Maybe I have realized that that "want him around all the time" feeling isn't good...or it didn't work the last time and I just ended up getting hurt.

Why do I worry so much? Whatever happens...happens, right? That’s what I like to tell myself, but it can be hard to believe or to stick to. Sometimes it’s hard the see the positive things.

I really shouldn't worry about boys so much...that was on the list.

You know, it just occurred to me that maybe I am trying too hard to like him. I mean, I'm not saying that I don't like him; it’s just that maybe I am too concerned with trying to make this thing work out or make it feel just right. Maybe if I stopped worrying it would actually be easier.

Ok, I am gonna get back to work now, you see how dedicated I am to my job. Anway, I think I will try to worry less today (is that possible, or will I just worry about worrying?).

Another One Bites the Dust

2006-07-05T09:06:00.000-04:00

As ironic as it is, number nine is accomplished. In my new room that is attached to my old room (the room was a triple, now its a quadruple!) I don't have a tv. I don't watch all that much tv, especially if I'm alone so I figured that I can always go in the room right next to me if I have the need. But anyways, I noticed that if I lay in my bed in my new room, I can see the tv, while if I am in my bed in my old room, I can't. Funny, huh?

making the list

2006-07-03T20:06:00.000-04:00

Anouncer Guy:Whoot, was up all yous peoples out there in normal land. this is your roking DJ for the hour JENKINZ! (Loud and uncontrolable screaming).

JenkinZ: Hey Guys....oh wait lemme fix this thing

Ok thats better so I got this email from E$ saying that was scrolled off the main page, well I says to my self thats just unacceptable and i have to fix this ASAP so here i am now no longer scrolled off but now at the top.......Ok that's it bye

--Neko

p.s. the title is a link

My Favorite Holiday

2006-07-03T08:54:00.000-04:00

Numbers nine and ten were checked off this weekend. All in all, I'm not doing too badly. Maybe I should make more lists. They should include things like "I want...all A's in my courses....a million dollars...the body of a model." It could work.

So anyway, this weekend with Anna was amazing! We racked in the points from guys checking us out, but Anna totally won. We went out to a club on Saturday night. We got hit on by lots of weird guys, but it didn't even matter. Seeing was we are the best dancers, we don't even need those boys.

Anyways, in case you guys didn't know, July 4th is my favorite holiday!! I am so excited, but kinda only half way cause I can't spend the night at the Leonard's like I normally do because of work on the 5th. Eck.

Other than that it is totally my favorite holiday. Its warm out, it means swimming, watermelon, cake, friends, dancing, singing, illegal fireworks...ah, nothing says "America" like illegal fireworks.

Check it!

2006-06-30T09:33:00.000-04:00

What a coincidence, yesterday (or rather yesterday and very early this morning) numbers 12 and 13 were completed!

I went swimming yesterday with Erica and the children she nannies. It was totally fun and I was defiantly back to my little gym antics of teaching kids all kinds of crazy stuff. The youngest child who is 4 told me while I was in the middle of teaching him something along the lines of a bird call, "Miss Emily, you are a little weird." Mission accomplished and number 12 completed. (Oh yeah, I also got a bit of sun so hopefully my whole body will start to become the same color.)

Possibly one of the things on the list I wanted most was to have my Mac fixed. Incase you don't know, a waterfall of books toppled down from a shelf last semester onto my new laptop. While I dove over top of my Mac and mostly saved it, one corner of a book slipped through and detached my "/?'" key. It still worked, but you had to press it a whole bunch and it was kinda just barely hanging on. I totally thought that some small metal piece had gone flying away to be lost forever. There being no Mac stores around, I figured it was gonna be a while before it was fixed. However, one of my friends preformed a mini-operation on the computer and found the piece I thought I lost somewhere under the key. Now it works perfectly and I am totally grateful.

Ok, I'll keep everyone updated on what's being checked off.

1, 4, 5

2006-06-29T09:00:00.000-04:00

Yesterday I got a few more questions than normal during work. I guess that checks off number 1 on the list. Hopefully it will continue. Also, I can check of number 5 as I went out to a Japanese place with some people for a friend's birthday. I didn't wash any dished while I was there last night so I guess that kinda counts as number 4. If I keep this up, maybe everything will get checked off in the near future.

Sweet!

#4, Halfway

2006-06-26T16:58:00.001-04:00

Haven't checked anything off the list yet. I did do my own dishes, so at least they got done, although I can't technically check it off the list yet. I don't think I will ever check some things off.

I Want...

2006-06-22T08:56:00.000-04:00

I was just thinking of things that I want last night. I don't care if you think some of them are sad, slutty, or silly. I know I will get some flack for this, but at least I am being honest.

I want:
1) People to come ask me more questions while I am working, then it won't be as lonely and boring.
2) To stop thinking about everything I eat, it doesn't seem to help anyway.
3) For my Guilford College friends to come back now, not at the end of summer.
4) Someone to wash my dishes for me.
5) To go out and have a good meal at a restaurant.
6) To lay with my shirt off and have someone rub my back 'till I fall asleep.
7) To go to camp this summer and be with my JRVC friends.
8) To be able to see the results of all my hard work outs.
9) To be able to see the tv from my bed in my room, 'cause sitting at my desk is not comfortable.
10) Something fun and exciting to happen this weekend, not with anyone specific, just in general.
11) To stop worrying about boys.
12) To go swimming.
13) They "?" key on my Mac to get fixed, preferably for free.
14) For there to be mail in my box next time I go check it, the past few weeks it has been empty.
15) To check things off of this list...

Cool stuff

2006-06-21T09:09:00.000-04:00

ok here it is, if you havent already got this email then here it is

_____________
(insert name here)

Go here, buy stuff, be happy

http://malestromind.ispeedway.com

ps, pass it on to all your friends at school

--Jenkins

Ok i know this deserves a little explination, but i'm lazy and will not say why. But i really like this site and have bought some cool stuff here so you should too.
BTW! if you go to the site, where it says "if you want to see a product here write us a letter" type deal. yeah it really works. i asked if they would put up a plasma TV for me and they did. (although i dopnt have $ to buy it) oh well happy shopping.

--Neko

Quick Update

2006-06-20T08:56:00.000-04:00

I came all the way to this site and signed in and everything so I could post. But I realized it would just end up being depressing.

Anyway, cheer camp was exhausting. I made it out, but not before teasing all the girls about dropping the spirit stick, answering lots of crazy questions, and cell phone-sitting all kinds of phones that were too advanced for me to work.

Maybe the man of this blog would like to update it sometime soon.

Snakes=Not Safe

2006-06-09T09:01:00.000-04:00

I was gonna write about something meaning full like how I realized I just can't love anyone right now. Or maybe how I think that having a kind of "spark" is one of the most important things in a relationship....

but then there was the snake.

Yeah, so all ideas for a heart-wrenching, meaningful post went out the door.

I'm not kidding you guys, it was real. And it was real big. And it really saw me half naked!

If you don't know, I live in a house on-campus at Guilford College. I live in a large room that three people live in and my bed happens to be closer towards the back of the house. I went to bed at 1am, and before going to sleep I made sure the back door was shut correctly as it is right next to the door to our room. I crawled into bed and fell asleep only to be woken up by my roommate who had forgotten her keys, and wanted me to leave the back door unlocked so when she got home she could get in. This call was right at 1:35am as I remember wondering what the heck time she was gonna come home. My classes (as I later found out) had fallen on the floor so I just stumbled out to the door in my undies and some kind of shirt that I had been sleeping in.

I looked at the door and couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. Knowing that I live on-campus just about anything could have caused a huge black line that was running across the middle of the door (a drunken night of paint-fighting?). Not wanting anything to happen I put my contacts on and go to investigate. I find that this isn't just a long black line on the door...

It was a huge snake!

The snake was hanging out on the pained glass part of the door. It was about 3 feet long and black, I wasn't touching it. I didn't know what to do, so I went back in my room, put more clothes on, and called public safety. Surely this is common seeing as rabbits and chipmunks seemingly walk right up to you on campus all day.

Call is placed to public safety around 1:40. I wait, my other roomie wakes up and we look at the snake more. We wait. We can't go anywhere because we are stuck in the room unless we want to go past the snake. We wait more; note that it is now 2:15 am. The snake looks at us, we take pictures, some people came home and we told them about it. They looked shocked and tried to decide how to capture it. Someone else calls public safety to see where they are and then reports back to us that:

They aren't coming!

"Um, what!?" I say "Clearly this is a safety issue." Public safety wouldn't come because they "didn't have the equipment for snake removal." And we do? Heck, we don't even always have toilet paper.

I now make another, very angry, call to public safety and tell them that we don't have the equipment to remove it either, but we can't just live with a snake in the house.

We wait, continue to try and move the snake, we even get the door open so it hopefully leaves. But nothing. Public Safety finally comes around 2:45 am to tell us they don't know how to move snakes.

While public safety watches, us students not trapped in our rooms try to use the kitchen broom and dust pan to move it. The snake continues to move up on the door, somehow sticking to the glass. Finally, we knock it off and (despite trying to go into the kitchen) goes out the open door.

It doesn't just end there, no there's a toper. Instead of heading towards the woods behind the house, where does it try to go...into our basement! First, I didn't even know the house had a basement, apparently it does but the door is locked (however the girl who lives next to me said that she was just down their today [locks, maybe another safety issue they should address]).

Then the snake started to climb up the side of the house. Eventually we (yeah, meaning students who pay for campus safety services) knocked it off the house and it went into the woods.

The scary thing is that snake had to have been already in the house. See, I closed the door at 1 am when I went to sleep. The snake must have been trying to leave the house after 1 am when it found the door locked so decided to just hang out there for a while.

Where the heck had that snake been!?

So, I finally got to sleep around 3:30 in the morning. It was kinda hard because everywhere I looked I was thinking a snake might jump out at me.

Now I am at work at 8:30. And I have to go to cheer camp to coach my team in a few days. Probably won't be catching up on my sleep anytime soon.

Ok, pictures are coming when I get home!!

Whats new

2006-06-08T14:25:00.001-04:00

Yeah whatever i dont wanna here it, i know ive been gone a while but now im back (settle down I know, I'm the greatest). No seriously here whats new.
*I graduated
*I going to pfieffer to swim
*I'm working as a lifeguard
*And....um.....well....nothing new

other than that that is all that is new.
Ohh wait i got this picture of one of my friends

Her names Erin.

--Neko

I Could Name This Something Crazy, Just to Get Hits

2006-06-07T08:57:00.000-04:00

I just want to tell you guys how much I love my bike. It may be ghetto because I bought it for $5. The brakes might sound like I actually ran someone over when I try to use them. I might be so short that my backpack scrapes the back tire when I ride. But I still love it.

Living farther away from the center of campus I thought was going to be a big hassle. "Oh, how ever will I make it if it takes me 10 minutes to walk to class!?" I thought (what now all you huge-schoolers, 10 minutes for all the way across campus!). I mean, that’s a long way for Guilford. I live way over in a house near Friendly Ave, I work at the library each morning (6 minute walk, 3 minute bike ride) and I have a class way over in Bauman twice a week (10 minute walk, 5 minute ride).

It is so cool living right off Friendly. Across the street is a small shopping center. There is also a deli and a bookstore across the street. At night we can just run straight across the road to the stores, who needs crosswalks anyway? Its not as hard (especially with my bike) to get to the classes on campus, or to go to the gym, or whatever. And I get to live in a house, with no RA. (Don't worry, he's right next door, I saw him last night when I got out of the car after a particularly good dance session with my normal roomie, Erica. He was standing on the porch of the other house laughing at us and probably telling whoever he was talking to on his cell phone.) Basically it just means that we don't have to make sure we are being quite by a certain time or anything, its not like the whole house is just going crazy...

But anyway, I find riding my bike around Guilford's beautiful campus quite peaceful and relaxing, until I have to push on the brakes, that is. It really is nice riding my bike. I have never had a bike for the purpose of actually going somewhere, I had one as a kid but I just rode it around the driveway. I have a feeling this bike likes me much better than the one that just went up and back on the driveway. It likes me so much, it even screams "no" when I try to stop.

Just a side note that I thought was pretty interesting. Writing this post (or naming it as I did) could have been the best thing I have done for this blog in a long time. I went to took at my statcounter account for this blog the other day and I saw that I have received 16 hits from yahoo.com (Google doesn't believe blogs important enough for their regular search, even though this is their blogging company). Searches that have led to this blog (and mostly to that post) included:
girl go wild (7)
girl gone wild (4)
girl wild partying (3)
hair striping (1, and yes it is spelled wrong)
girl on wild (1)

Haha, search engines are amazing things. Maybe I should start naming all my posts something like “xxx,” “hot girls,” or “Jessica Simpson.”

Internet Whore

2006-06-02T08:58:00.000-04:00

You know those things you know you should do, but you don't? Everyone has something, some things are bigger than others, but it’s all kinda the same. Anyway, I have realized I really should wear my glasses more often. For those of you who don't know me, I am as blind as a bat.

I'm not discussing the matter of is it good for my eyes or not (screw that), my glasses just make me look pretty darn cute.

Or so I've been told.

Anyway, I don't wear my glasses because I find them a hassle. I'm not sure why they are a hassle; I've just always found them to be. But of course, its not like I don't have contacts. Contacts are better for physical activities, like working out (which I am still doing!). It is not like I couldn't just put my contacts in if I knew I was going to be doing something like working out, the fact is I am just lazy, I guess.

Somehow my glasses all loop back around to me being an internet whore. Last night, I was an internet whore. You might know that I have a yahoo personals account. Mostly, it is just fun to make fun of all the old guys who send you messages, and to try to find the hottest guy(s) in your city. I also have an okcupid.com account. Mostly this is because I already had all those stupid questions filled out from making my yahoo account. Plus, okcupid doesn't try to suck you for money like yahoo does. Okcupid is free, and you can use their little instant messaging program that is on their website.

I'm not sure if I really like this online dating. It is kind of like trying to sell yourself online. I mean, of course I'm not going to put a picture of how I look when I stumble to class every morning. (Or a picture of me soaked and on my way to an interview.) Also, maybe I am old fashioned, but I am also a fan of just bumping into someone and going from there.

Either way, I have yahoo personals because my roommate told me to take a step into the 21st century and sign up for a yahoo instant messenger account (and amazingly you can just transfer your information right over to the personals!).

So last night, I talked to 4 new people, all guys. I know, I know, I am the internet slut. One of the guys I talked to I met on okcupid, the rest just kinda popped up.

Its fun talking to new people online. Its like knowing someone, with a lot less commitment. You get to talk mostly about light, fun stuff. If you do divulge something a little more on the personal side, how is Joe from New York ever going to meet you, or your friends, or your family?

People give meeting people online a bad rap. Not all the people online are creepy rapist and murders, ~~only half~~. Anyway, AOL instant messenger screen name is in my profile. But if you are a yahoo person talk to me at emonyy87.

PS- picture of my drenching are to come once I am off work.

And the Rain

2006-06-01T16:08:00.000-04:00

Yep, here comes the rain. This day wasn't going to badly, but if I have to show up drenched to a taped interview for one of my classes, well, its all down hill. At least my butt will be dry as I thoughtfully placed a plastic bag over the seat when I got back from my work out. By then it had just started to drizzle, now (about an hour later) its a downpour. So the thing is I have to be interview by my professor and video tape it today at 5. He's gonna ask me questions about myself and my last paper and my learning styles and probably why I want to teach. The idea is that by watching ourselves we get a real perception of how we normally look and act. Probably won't be very accurate if I'm soaking wet. At least I will have an excuse...

Anyway, while mindlessly "riding" the stationary bike today I thought of something to write about. Of course I can't remember it now. I know it began with explaining how I go to a Quaker school. I guarantee that there is one person out there wondering how I am blogging, I mean, with no electricity and all. No, see, Quakers are ~~a bit~~ a lot different from the Amish. Quakers believe that everyone has an "inner light." This inner light is also seen as one's inner teacher. Following with the school's Quaker tradition, the education program here focuses on teaching you about yourself so you will understand yourself as a teacher.

Quakerism is really an amazing religion. It offers acceptance and really focuses on the individual. Another aspect that we learn in our education classes is the importance of silence. Reflection time is extremely important to Quakers (or "friends"), often Quaker services are entirely silent; sometimes a few people will speak on what they feel lead to share.

Anyway, I am not Quaker, so I don't claim to know it all, but I do agree with many of there believes. I really should look into it more seeing as I am growing more and more unhappy with my current congregation. Anyway, earlier while I was "expectantly waiting" for my 20 minutes on the bike to be up, I had a good story for you guys to read. I can't remember it now. It will probably come out when I am sitting drenched in an interview about myself.

Need Your Help

2006-05-31T08:45:00.000-04:00

Really, I do. Does anyone really know the "rules" of dating? Are they outlined somewhere, or should someone have told me them? I mean, I have my own personal rules about kissing or stuff like that (and I guess they are right?), but then there is stuff that I just don't know about. In my ignorance to dating, I don't want to leave others feeling hurt. I just have simple, if not stupid questions about dating. You know, like how many times do you go out with someone before it is more of a committed relationship? What’s the best way to say "no" to a second date (or first or third for that matter)? Is it ok to go on dates with 2 different guys at the same time, or is that kinda slutty? Anyway, if you have any opinions/answers, feel free to leave some comments.

Ok, now to the picture. So my new job at the library is, um, well, a job. I get to do cool things like move computer mouses (mice?) to wake computers up for people who think they are broken, find books for people who don't even attempt to look themselves, put paper in the printers, and update my blog! The woman in the picture isn’t me, but just imagine smiling, helpful me sitting there with a nice glowing "Information/Reference" sign above my head. On exciting days we get new books in and I get to take the old ones downstairs! Sometimes, people ask me for a stapler!

You think I would meet ~~hot~~ smart guys there, but they just pass on by.

The List

2006-05-27T23:53:00.000-04:00

I'm such a loser. I went out on a perfectly good date, with a perfectly nice guy, and had a perfectly good time, yet I still came home and thought about my ex-boyfriend. I thought how much I miss him and how much I wish he could be here right now. Those thoughts spiral me into thoughts of how maybe my mother is right when she says that every time I eat a cookie that's one more day I will have to live at home because I won't be married. Eventually, I see myself as the crazy cat (or, at this point, maybe rat) lady, you know, the ones that carry on whole conversations with their pets (seeing as my roommate tells me to stop talking to the rats, I figure I am well on my way). Anyway, in order to think about the good things and not the bad, I am making a list of only the good things that have come out of this breakup (I'm sure I could make a bad list, but I am trying hard not to get much more depressed):

I actually have stuck to my workout schedule.

at least now I don't feel fat and lazy

I go to bed at an earlier time
I go to bed at a somewhat consistent time
I don't rely on others to entertain me as much

I probably just rely on MTV for that

I've made sure I look just a little nicer, at least when I go off-campus

ok, so maybe I don't always look nicer, but I think about attempting it
I wore makeup today when I went to the mall

There are probably more positive things, but I think I might see them with time (hopefully).

The Domino Effect

2006-05-13T00:52:00.000-04:00

Have you ever looked at yourself and thought, “Yeah, I am older.” Now, I know it sounds stupid coming from an 18 year old, but isn’t there always a point where you realize this? Maybe not.

I don’t know where I am going with this. I was just flat ironing my hair a few minutes ago when I though this. Earlier today I had been feeling guilty about never updating this thing. But as I watched the steam come off my hair (yeah, those “wet to set” flat irons are totally cool and yet scary at the same time) I was thinking of going to work tomorrow and what I needed to pack before I move back to school for the summer. That’s when it hit me, “I’m a little older” I thought. While in my other job I am responsible for children, they are much younger than me, often only 5 or 6 years old. But now in my new job I am responsible for “young people” (I find that term annoying) that are the same age as some of my friends from back home. It’s weird that now that I am in college I haven’t heard anyone call me a “teenager,” although that’s what I am. People have started to assume my age is more secretive now, not something that they should freely ask me to disclose. And lets not kid ourselves, I really look like I should I should be having a sweet sixteen party. I’d be worried if I rolled up to my child’s high school and found that the coach looked the same age as my child. But maybe hearing the words “college” makes parents feel better.

It can’t just be this new job that makes me feel this way, there are other things that make me notice a little more maturity. Moving back to school this summer creates some problems I have to worry about. Packing is mostly just being a hassle, I moved myself out of my room, I figure I am capable of moving myself back to school especially because my mother is helping me. The closer move in for summer semester gets, the more I am worrying about money. With my coaching job not paying ‘till end of summer, not many hours due to location at my first job, and my on-campus summer job not paying but once a month, I am worried I won’t have enough money to buy food for the first few weeks. I have gone the whole freshman year without having to ask my parents for any money. I worked hard to earn enough money so I could work less during the school year but still be able to have spending money. However, this summer was mostly unexpected. Top it off with the fact that there is no meal plan so I have to buy and cook all my meals. I’ve borrowed some pots and pans from people so I didn’t have to buy those, but there are still a few expensive things I need buy before I even get to school.

I know, I know, most people are finding this crazy and wishing they only had to worry about these few things. But remember, this is just the beginning of me feeling older.

But then there are times when I feel so young. Most of the time this happens when I am with people my own age. Say I am with my friends at college; they all seem so much older than me. So much more experienced and mature. Sheltered is the word that could describe me. My roommate tells me sometimes “you look like a little kid.” I guess I have childlike tendencies that I don’t know about. I’m young for my grade, so I wonder if that plays a role. Or was it just the way I was brought up and the location I grew up in? Just about anyone who knows me would probably say I am sheltered and innocent. I have lots of people tell me I give off an “air of innocence.” My recent ex-boyfriend, sometimes when we were having troubles, would say something along the lines of “well, there is just such an age difference between us” when really he was less than 2 years older than me (boyfriend-another thing that makes me feel older). Do I act that much younger than I am?

Maybe I just feel old and act young. Not that that is a bad thing. But it could be when I am already young. That would be like being on the TLC show “Ten Years Younger” while only 18. “Wow, she really looks like she is just eight now!” they would exclaim at the end. That wouldn’t be good. It’s hard to find guys who aren’t just plain creepy if you are that young.

But I have a feeling much of this talk of “innocence” (especially by the ex) is entangled with sexual innocence and not just innocence as a personality trait. Can I really count that as being innocent? I mean, it isn’t like I walk around campus or at work showing off that side of me. Maybe that side of me does just permeate my personality. Either way, I don’t think that type of innocence is bad. Personally I am proud that I have kept that trait so long. I know it eventually will be lost, but how can that innocence be a bad thing?

You know how one thought leads right into the other? Yeah, sorry about this post.

But that’s it. One thing in your life can throw you off, making you look at other things in a different light. Isn’t my whole previous ramble about being older or acting younger just really me worrying if I am acting acceptably in the eyes of others? This last relationship is the first broken relationship where I didn’t do the “breaking.” This whole thing is just me wondering what was wrong with me. Why wasn’t I good enough?

I think I have divulged in some previous post that I have a near obsession with making everyone happy and wanting everyone to like me.

While I’m doing ok with the break up, I am still a little bit shaken. I cry lots still. But I know that I am young. I also like to think that everything happens for a reason. This is just time to focus on myself a little more. But all these rationalizations aren’t enough sometimes; there are still the girly thoughts like “if I was skinnier” or “I won’t find someone unless I am prettier.” There is still the sadness of losing a best friend. That’s the thing about a break-up (at least for me) the person you want to talk to and explain things to the most doesn’t want to listen.

Maybe I can use this whole discover/catharsis to feel better in the long run. Maybe it has helped me figure out my problems. Maybe. I shouldn’t worry so much about what other people think of me. Or maybe I should see it as the world is full of people who you have to interact with. Caring a little bit about how people view you makes life easier, don’t you think? Maybe all this talk of being old or acting younger will disappear when I am over my ex. Maybe it will just go away as I feel better about myself. How am I supposed to feel better about myself when I worry about how I portray myself?

I want to just go through life and not have to worry about this, but it is difficult. Is the best thing just to put it out of my mind, or just to sit down and have a good think (and probably cry) about it? Its probably best to keep on keepin’ on, I guess. Life goes on whether I need a break to think or not.

It’s time for bed. Work tomorrow. Maybe I will realize more things with time.

ps- umm, yeah, sorry it's so long and rambleing. I have the bad (?) habit of figuring things out as I blog.

Girl Gone Wild

2006-03-09T14:24:00.000-05:00

So, maybe unfortunately, I got my hair cut. I like having my hair shorter, less trouble for me, but this sort-of (note the "sort-of") negates the original argument that I looked very much like some other girl online. I (as well as many fellow Guilfordians) still stand by the fact that I looked like her, and will probably continue to look like her...just with shorter hair.

So that is one fascinating fact about my spring break, on to others. Last Friday (3/3) was my last day of classes, instead of promptly heading home like many others, my roommate, her boyfriend, and I all went back to her house. We spent the time sleeping, eating good food, shopping (much to his chagrin) and doing all kinds of relaxing stuff. It was a great time but on Tuesday we all headed back to Guilford where they continued to stay while I trekked home for the remainder of my spring break.

Here I will spend my spring break doing all kinds of spring break things, you know dancing, partying, stripping...nah, I got ya. Actually my boyfriend (gasp, yes for all of those people from my hometown who are reading this-the rumor is true. I have heard that news of this boyfriend was, for some reason, very popular gossip back at home) who is from Maryland just got in today and will be staying here until Guilford lets the hippies back in their rooms on Sunday. Much to my boyfriends chagrin we will also be shopping tomorrow. Otherwise he will be experiencing such Southern delicacies as Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Lexington BBQ.

In spare time I will be catching up on some reading and essays for school. I've got a new job as a cheerleading coach for a public school in Greensboro, so I feel that now I will be having less time than normal. It's ok though, I need the extra money for next year when I hopefully live in an apartment on campus. As for possibilities during summer, things are up in the air. I hope to work at my beloved camp over the summer as a member of SCAT (summer camp assistance team). Working at home would have been fine too, until the recent occurrence of some creepy emails and calls from my boss. Other options: working on that 329 product line that my roommate and I keep trying to invent...seems profitable.

You be the judge

2006-03-01T20:38:00.000-05:00

Ok the proof is here do these girls look alike???

--Jenkinz

P.S. this is our 100th post yeah!!!

We're Back

2006-03-01T20:15:00.000-05:00

Why is the word girl in quotation marks, Josh? Do you find something wrong with her? Anyways, I won't post the site, but if you want a comparison (or just want to see how right I am) instant message me or email me (all of which are under my profile here).

As for an update on me, midterm papers are killing me. Look for an update next week over spring break.

Not dead...just at least

2006-02-28T21:08:00.000-05:00

So i just got off the phone with E$ and she seems so adamant about the fact that she looks like this "girl" on the internet. I say she doesn't, she says she does........Back and forth back and forth. She finally said she would prove it and im waiting for her "Proof". Anyway schools great coasting on into the summer and waiting for graduation, 58 days until Senior Liberation is upon us.

--Neko

"I Want the World to Know, I Got to Let It Show"

2005-11-18T21:20:00.000-05:00

So I am not dead, just really busy.

I guess I will start this entry just like I did my last, by apologizing for not writing much. Since last post I have been doing about the same stuff: classes, homework, writing, having fun with the awesome Guilford kids, and cheering. Most recently, though, I was home for a week for fall break. I saw many of my friends back home including all the state-school kids who only had a few days off for fall break and not a whole week (haha).

Next up, the Guilford College "Coming Out Ball." It was awesome, to say the least. Sponsored by the school and the Guilford Pride, it was a good reason for guys to cross-dress and girls to wear...um, nothing (or close to it). That night, my floor had a birthday party/costume party in our lounge for a girl on our hall. Later, we all went to the coming out ball together. Seeing as I was dressed as Miss America for the birthday party, I decided to change into jeans and a shirt for the coming out ball. Whoa was I over dressed. Even the cross-dressed guys had less clothing on then I did.

At first, it was a bit weird, I'll admit (especially because Guilford has a very "open" clothing policy). Everyone there was dressed different, mostly there wasn't much clothing on, but people were in everything from Halloween costumes to tuxes. After I got over the initial shock of the lack of clothing, I had a great time. It was honestly one of the most fun things I've done here. Everyone was dressed how they wanted and did what they wanted. They played all kinda of crazy songs and we all sang along and danced.

When is good ol' North Davidson gonna have a coming out ball?

Thus The Curtain Closes

2005-10-29T21:19:00.000-04:00

Four years ago on a semi-warm September evening, in the foothills of North Carolina a group of twenty-seven freshmen took the field for their very first competition. These freshmen were either very nervous or very excited about the coming show, The salute was given and the band began to play the show. The show was a success and the freshmen were enthralled at this new feeling of accomplishment that had never before been felt by any on them. Four years and many shows later these Twenty-seven individuals took the field for there final competition, not as the green freashmen they had once been but as the veteran seniors who had earned the right to be called such. I can not personally tell how each one of these people felt tonight but I can tell you how I felt, it was a feeling of both accomplishment, closure, sadness, and joy all rolled into one grand conglomeration of emotion. My time in the band is all but over I feel lucky to have served with so many great and wonderful people who, have not only enriched my life but taught me what it is to be apart of something bigger than just your self. THANK YOU BAND YOU'VE BEEN GREAT.

"The heart of the band lies within each and every one who has ever picked up an instrument and played" --Unknown .

--Neko

Spanish Blues

2005-10-10T16:31:00.000-04:00

HOLY CRAP!! I was always told that if you learn a different language, that you would be more successful in life. I say confidently that Spanish II is the absolute Pits. Coupled with the teaching habits of Mrs. Freeman, this language has an assured ring in the bowls of hell. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the brightest crayon in the box (anyone whose comments elaborate upon that will be deleted) but this class is just really freaking hard. Anyone remember Poe, and what happened to him? Well I'm sure that will happen to me (whoa is me). If there is anyone who could possible help me out with this please I'm am desperate.

--Neko

The Jedi Song

2005-10-08T12:04:00.000-04:00

I was browsing through the large and wondrous world of Newgrounds (see sidebar) and I found a nifty song Called The The Jedi Song Follow this link right here http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/238426 and see what you think. I personly found it quite amusing because because of its light heartedness and geek-like humor. Also while at ewgrounds check out Metal Gear Crisis 1.1 http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/226467 another fan fav made by Legendary Frog. The last video I thought was cool was Random Battles http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/169933

--Neko

Sweet New Game

2005-10-07T21:02:00.000-04:00

I was playing a cool new Demoed version of the Game Shadow of Colossus, A quite unique sequal to the Cult favorite ICO. Its larger than life Level (yes theres only one because The entire world is the level), lush graphics and gothic style music blend seamlessly into what appears to be a great game. Hey Tiff you did you get my Email? well if you didn't check you inbox then see if you can figure out what i have in-store for you on the 14th. Anyway Shadow Of colossus is one Heck of a game I suggest to anyone who was a fan of ICO. Here's a few screenshots from Both ICO (top) and S.O.C (bottom)

Hmm.

2005-10-03T14:55:00.000-04:00

Well that's one Band competition down and I think five to go (correct me if I'm wrong) and if your reading this than your probably in the band and already know the outcome but if your not then: the band went home with and Excellent just 3 point shy of a Superior and with no hardware for our efforts, lets just say there were some quiet band buses especially if you were riding bus 1 and were a drummer. When C.J. speaks the world must listen (I'll try to quote the best I can) " You should a least act like we lost and not be as happy, I mean you act like were happy we lost the competition" I not sure what your opinion is, but when something becomes so important to you that it rules your life and control's how you act around others. When the very heart of it is about having fun and learning about yourself, then I fail to see why you would want to continue. I blows me away that C.J. would go as far to tell Ricena he wasn't allowed to talk. C.J. From me to You: It was a competition we lost big deal, Did you give your best? If you did and everyone else did then you should have no reason to get upset and yell scream and just generally be nasty to your fellow man.

--Neko

Go (Fighting) Quakers!

2005-09-16T22:36:00.000-04:00

Oh my goodness, I am so sorry you guys. I feel really guilty that I haven't updated in so long. I am amazingly busy. I have so much work that anytime I have a chance to lounge around and chill, the last thing I want to do is write more.

I want to sleep. I want to talk to a few friends from high school. I want to just lay around and think about the day. I want to spend time with all my (awesome) friends that live 10 seconds away from me here at Guilford. I want to eat good food. I want to sleep.

Sleep is a big issue for me. I consider going to bed "early" as going to bed at 2 am. Sad, huh? Yep, plus, sometime around 4 am I wonder why it is even necessary to go to bed. Its not too bad, actually. I have an 8:30 class 3 days a week, which means if I wake up at 7:30 I have time enough to get ready and get breakfast before class. The other days I don't have class till 11:30, so sometimes I wake up and do work...but often (like today) I sleep in.

Despite all the work, I am very happy here. I am now settled in and use to things. I have a busy schedule with class, field work, homework, cheerleading (yeah, that's correct, I am cheering...so come to the games!), and finding time to eat within the ever-picky cafeteria schedule.

I can't really sum up everything that has happened, there is just too much. Last night I went to see Ralph Reed speak, props to him for even coming to the Guilford campus. I wasn't in agreement with him, and actually found some of the things he said to be funny, but it was probably good to go see him. Plus, it was part of a class requirement...and you never know what crazy protest might happen. For another class I have to complete some field work, so starting next Wednesday I am working in the Alzheimer's department at a local nursing home. We didn't get to choose the location that we work at, otherwise I have chosen to work with younger kids. Oh well, it will be a new experience.

Today I only had one class which ended up being canceled. It was kinda nice because it motivated me to get up and ready, but when I showed up at the class the note left on the door said to go on home. It is a bit unnerving. We only have that class twice a week, and next week we have a test. I've got to eventually learn something in class.

Other than that, it has been a nice day. I fell asleep watching The Fifth Element with Erica, my roommate, and Greg. At least I think I fell sleep for a short while, because otherwise the movie just didn't make sense. I ate a mediocre dinner (although I thought it would be kickin' seeing as it is parents week) with some other Binford residents. I did my Spanish lab work after dinner and even took a shower at a normal time! Amazing. I like Fridays.

So, now that I have checked in with you guys, I expect to hear from you. My email on the blogger profile has been updated to my school address, so go ahead and email me. Heck, I even accept letters, IMs, and simple comments on the blog.

whoa awsome

2005-09-05T16:35:00.000-04:00

Sup people, i know its been some time since i have written but I've been busy wearing out this new title of mine (Senior). so far this year I have:

*Hit on 60 different girls (20 freshmen, 15 sophmores, 25 juniors )
*Dished out ove 765 purple nurples (all males)
*Given 49 wedgies
*Punched out 4 freshmen (made that one up actual number is 3)
*Passed 2 test, 3 quizess, 1 project and 1 oral presentation.
*Selected the book for my senior project (War of the Worlds)
* Worn two different ties for on friday
* Joined J.S.A.

other than that i have nothing eles to report, until then

--Neko

A New Place

2005-08-20T21:13:00.000-04:00

So I am finally moved in and starting to feel at home at Guilford College. Moving in wasn't as bad or busy as I thought it would be (although I had my dad and brother to carry boxes and my mother to help me organize). What my roommate told me earlier was true, our room really is bigger than everyone else's. We have plenty of floor space even with a tv, and refrigerators. Other than the obvious advantage of having a larger room, we have really met lots of people because it is a good "hang out" place. On the first day or 2, if we had the door open, people would be walking by and then slow down or even stop to look and admire our room.

When I first arrived at Guilford I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. "I don't know a soul" I thought. It was weird to think that you would have to meet all these people and, eventually, you would fall into some kind of pattern with them. You know, maybe eating with a someone each day, or walking to a class together. It was a bit scary.

Last night they had this thing called "playfair." It was in the gym and was just a bunch of games for you to meet just about everyone that was there. It was fast paced and fun. I feel so much better now that I went to that. At least you have now said "Hi, I'm Emily" to everyone that was there (to a few people you got to talk longer). Now that I have said hi, it won't quite be so creepy and weird just sitting next to someone you have never even seen before.

Wow, this post has taken me a really long time to finish, I started at 3:30, who knows when it will end. Anyway, I just got back from dinner. This has actually been the first day I have eaten with people other than my roommate. In fact, tonight I ate with a whole bunch other people. This may seem small, but for me it is hard to start new.

The weird thing is the freedom I have. I'm not just talking about having to make it to my classes on time and knowing where everything is located. It's like it's own tiny community. I can go out at night and talk with friends or even just on my cell phone. I can (gasp) have boys and girls in my room to watch movies or tv. I can just walk around campus. There are all kinds of places you can just to sit and talk, use computers, work out. The resources here are pretty neat, or at least, I haven't had anything close to this available at home.

Also, I am realizing how sheltered I am. Some of the kids are dying for coffee from Starbucks while I have never even been in a Starbucks. I live in the 3rd level of Binford, the substance free level. Even on the substance free level, I hear stories about people being drunk. Even while at the "playfair" thing, I was invited to a party, I heard this morning it was very wild. I've definitely heard stories from lots of people about their experiences already. There is also a lot more swearing. Also, in my F.Y.E. class, people were talking about going out to clubs...even that idea was just foreign to me.

Anyways, I am pretty happy here. It's nice to be around different people, not that I don't love my North Davidson people.

PS-It took me over 5.5 hours to write this post, busy-busy.

"Be Confident"

2005-08-17T22:51:00.000-04:00

So it is my last post from home. There isn't anything that interesting to say other than that seeing as I've spent most of my time getting ready to move. I did have a party the other day. It was kind of a birthday/goodbye party. It was fun, but odd. I don't think all the people there (even though they are all my friends) meshed very well with eachother. You can read accounts of the party here and here.

I'm sure I should write something about the party, but I just don't feel like it. That isn't a really good excuse, though, especially seeing as I don't know what I am going to write.

The party:
It was fun.
It was late.
An odd mix of people.
I didn't get to eat any of those mini bbq weenies.
Ace, you left the s'more stuff at my house!
It was kind of sad, but sometimes I was thinking "yay, I am moving."
Our fireworks were really sad this time.
The neighbors waged an unexpected illegal-fireworks-war on us...they won.

I think that is about all I need to say about it. The day after Ace, Carey, Nate and I went to church and then to Guilford and scoped out my dorm room. Afterward we went shopping (we were mostly just looking for air conditioning).

I worked Monday and Tuesday (a lot more that I was suppose to). Tuesday night Josh, Deanna, my mother, and I went out contra dancing. It was a great dance, there were so many people there. I think I only sat out one dance. Thank you Josh for going.

Today my mom took off work so we could, well, get some work done. We only had to pack one box with clothes and some odds and ends. Some stuff will have to just be thrown in the car tomorrow morning, you know, stuff like makeup and glasses. I hope I don't forget anything.

It's weird to think that tomorrow I am moving. I think that it's such a big change, you can't quite know how it is going to be, or what to think about it.

The wristband my boss gave me says "Be Confident." I think it is appropriate.

This one time at band camp...

2005-08-12T20:55:00.000-04:00

I have been saying that for the last four years, and today I said it for the final time. For I have completed my final band camp (that explains my absence). While sad, I am happy that it is over for now begins my Senior year at Nordahi. I will always consider my time at band camp some of the best times I ever had in high school.

--Neko

Turning on a Dime

2005-08-10T23:00:00.000-04:00

I value my life. My recent encounter with a jet ski made me value it even more. Therefore, I think any one who values their life should probably stay away from the jet skis.

After a long work week my boss invited all the employee's to his lake house. It was a 2 hour drive, but well worth the bath-warm water we got to swim in (surely it abnormally hot because of the large powerplant next door). We floated around, went tubing, road on his boat, did flips into the water, and rode on a jet ski.

I had never been on a jet ski before Sunday. They looked fun. The driver hoped on and so did my friend/co-worker Beth, I jumped on the back and naively said "um...what do I hold on to?" After someone replied "anything" we zipped off. I was surprised at how fast it went but got use to it really quick. "Man, this is great!" I thought. We went up and back and even bumped over other's wakes. Suddenly, we slowed down and did some crazy turn. I'm quite certain that from mid-calf down was in the water. I almost fell out and I heard Beth, who also owns a jet ski, give a little shriek. The driver proudly proclaimed "It might not have a reverse, but I can make it go backwards!!!!"

If it doesn't have reverse, isn't that a sign it shouldn't go backwards? I had no idea jet ski's could turn on a dime, or that is was that scary to turn on a dime.

It was an experience, mostly a "it's fun because I survived" experience. Of course, it did end up being fun, just much scarier than expected.

I'm also much more sun-burnt than expected.

Pirate Week and First Impressions

2005-08-05T21:49:00.000-04:00

Arrgh! It's been a full work week. It was pirate week at the gym I work at...actually one of the better themes (soon it will be "Everybody Wins Week"). Pirate week has been a long one, for once I finally got more than the hours I have been wanting (more boys=more instructors). I am totally exhausted from work this week, 8+ hours a day can be tough.

This week I have:

Been called "Captain M&Ms Emily"
Worked for "Captain Tickle-toes Thomas"
Searched for pirate treasure everyday before snack time (Wow, we found gummy bears!)
Had a 3 year old teach me how to dance like a pirate
Said "arrrrghhhh!" about 500 times
Talked to Santa on the phone when the kids were bad
Pulled parts of an eye patch out of a child's ear

Sound fun? Heck yeah! I am warn out but pirate week is awesome! I have a birthday party tomorrow and then on Sunday the mysterious all day "Work Outing" will be discovered. I have figured out that it has something to do with a lake, a long drive, and food. I'm there!

While I have been getting more and more excited about going to school, I have become increasingly worried about the work load. I received my textbooks the other day and all the novels I need (6 of them) are slowly coming in seeing as I didn't get them from the school (saving a lot of money). My textbooks simply made me dread Spanish. The first "regular" book (more like self-help) I got, "Loving Each Other," looked interesting (one of five for a class). Today another book came in, "The Mysterious Death of Mary Rodgers," for my history class. It has the smallest type ever. Just looking at the book scares me, luckily that is the only book in addition to a textbook.

Recently, I got a letter from one of my professors. Actually, I have 2 classes with her, but her letter was regarding my First Year Experience: I Read it in a Book-on truth and knowing class (FYE for short). The letter was on what the class was about and why she is teaching it, she also wants us all to email her (which I have not had time to do yet). It also gave us an assignment to have done by the first class. While it isn't an especially hard assignment (only 2 typed pages), it isn't one I am use to doing. The assignment "is to learn the 'truth' about a celebrity." We must choose someone from her list, follow them for the next few weeks, then write an introduction for them as if they were receiveing a major award. Anyone who knows me knows I am not up on my celebrities. I don't follow tabloids at all and I am not obsessive about any celebrity. It'll get done, it probably won't even be that hard once I start, but the though of it makes me nervous. It's a person that has never read my writing before. In fact, I don't even know them. That makes me nervous.

Well, I am sure I don't know everyone that reads this blog. Somehow that doesn't bother me as much. Probably because I am not trying to impress anyone here. But at school, I am writing to impress, and for a grade. Makes me nervous when, suddenly, someone new is reading the papers. Oh, and that first-impression-email to my professor. You know how much I am going to stress over that? To top things off, my personal proof-reader is out of town!

And today, I got carded to buy cough medicine. They wouldn't let me buy it because I wasn't 18. They didn't even ask for my id, they just said "um, you have to be 18 to buy this." Haha, the things they regulate.

Can you tell I have spent a long time around kids...quick, I better stop before my mind jumps again!

Maybe's and What-if's

2005-07-30T23:19:00.000-04:00

In the mad rush to buy school supplies, something strange happened...I saw someone I knew. But not, like, someone I see every day. No. A girl who was in my 4th/5th grade combination class. I was just a lowly 4th grader while she was in 5th grade. We never had a class together after that, I would just see her in the hallways (even up through high school) and recognize her from way-back-when.

Odd isn't it? As the painfully shy elementary/middle schooler that I was, I didn't ever get to know her (or many people for that matter). But when we saw each other at Kmart, we not only recognized each other, but we stood and talked for a half an hour. It wasn't even a forced or uncomfortable talk, it was just like old friends. I learned where she is going to school, what classes we liked in high school, and why pink containers are awesome.

Just think of how many people you skip out on. People you never really meet. You might know them by name, or recognize their face, or maybe you don't. Considering the long and natural talk the Kmart girl and I had, we probably could have been friends. But I will most likely never see her again.

Certainly I'm not friends with every person I could be. There must be people that I would be great friends with...but somehow we never meet. Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I had not moved here. It is by sheer luck I live in Davidson County. When I was 3 my parents and I moved from Maryland. Who would I have known in Maryland? What would be different about me, surly something would be different because I think friends play a big role in shaping you. Or maybe that isn't how it works, maybe you are naturally the person/personality you are and you would just be attracted to the same type of people no matter where you are. In general, people here can't be that different from people elsewhere.

My parents just happened to get a house in Davidson County. I could be going to a high school in Forsyth County. Would I be the same person? Would I have been as pushed academically, or did my drive come from the inside? Maybe that drive came from friends, but surely a different school would be just as competitive. Possibly no, I can't say that I have ever been to a different high school to "test it out." This whole deal has to many "maybe's" and "what-if's ."

Just give it a thought for a while. It will make your head hurt.

Safari Sick

2005-07-28T00:32:00.000-04:00

Vacation Bible School is over! Thank goodness! I love my church and all, and I know it helps spread God's word, but VBS is so much work. Every summer as I sit at the Board of Christian Education meeting at my church I ask "can't we just take a break this year?" or "how about we send our kids to another VBS?" They don't ever like my ideas.

This year, there was a compromise....we joined forces with another "childless" church, Beulah United Church of Christ. It was 3 nights, Monday and Wednesday at Beulah, Tuesday at Hebron UCC. We actually had a good number of kids show up for 3 nights of Safari "fun." Each child got a bright orange hat with their name on it. I counted 21 hats at the end, so we probably had at least 15 kids each night. That's a far cry from the 7 that came to our single-church VBS last year.

This year went off without too many problems. The planning was a bit stressful (between 2 churches) and when we showed up for the final meeting (just a day before it started) and the pastor had been sacked just that morning, I thought "that's it, its going to be a disaster." But everything came off well, the crafts were cute, we sang good songs (Who's the King of the Jungle?), there was dinner each night.

Not only did I coordinate the VBS, but I was also in charge of the 2-5 year olds. That was crazy. Half hour blocks of time are too long for them. We found lots of ways to entertain them...mainly food. I might have been a little less "fun" (or maybe a little more annoyed) because I spent all day at work with 2-5 year olds, and by the time I got to church, I was exhausted.

Once again, it's a whole 'nother year before vacation bible school starts back up. Although, I quite possibly could be working up a John's River Valley Camp for the summer...oh darn.

Good luck to anyone about to have VBS, and congrats to anyone who has finished theirs. I feel bad for the people who have, like, 100 kids show up...too much work.

Who came up with Vacation Bible School anyway?

PS-Just so you know, I don't like the music on the blog. I find it annoying.

The Coolness Factor

2005-07-27T09:56:00.000-04:00

While Surfing the endless number of blogs the last few days I notice some have music, some have pictures, others have music videos, which you should be hearing right now. (scroll to the bottom to see the video). So I'm implementing a new system to get you the reader involved.(that and it keeps me from slacking my duties) So every Week we will have a "Video of the Week" in which you the reader decides what it is. Here's the criteria for the V.O.W

* Go to www.MusicVideoCodes.com
* Select a band and a song
* Copy the code and send it to me Via-Email
* The listen in every Monday to see if your song was chosen

--Neko

p.s. if you know of any other sites were you can get videos email that to me to.

I hope this isn't permanent

2005-07-26T16:15:00.000-04:00

WARNING THE FOLLOWING IS REALLY STINKING GRAPHIC SO IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH THEN YOU SHOULD REALLY NOT LOOK , BUT IF YOUR JUST CURIOUS AND WANT TO KNOW FAST I SWIM WHILE IN THE POOL THEN KEEP GOING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

(The Down Side of working For the City)

Well i know your all dying to know why there is a nasty picture of my forhead on the internet, wel i had a bit of an accident at the pool today. All i'll tell you is, is that i was racing aganst another guy and he was fast (but i was faster), there was a concrete wall, i misjuged the distance, and now i have four sticthes in my head. thats all you need to know.

--Neko

Good Luck Columbia!

2005-07-26T10:09:00.000-04:00

Well it's 10:04 right now and its about 30 mins. From launch of the Space Shuttle Columbia The first in some 2 years. I'd like to take this moment to say "Never forget those who came before, pray for those who go now, and hope for those to come." God's speed Columbia, come home safe.

--Neko

Strenuous Sleep

2005-07-25T00:08:00.000-04:00

Do you know what I hate? Pulled muscles. Ouch, they hurt.

And the weird thing, sometimes I pull muscles while doing strenuous activity....but mostly, I just wake up and have some crazy pulled muscle. Really, what am I doing in my sleep that makes me pull muscles like this? It's killing me. When I was in 6th grade, I woke up at about 4am, and lifted my head and *snap*...I couldn't move. It was one of the scariest things in my life. I had to scream for my mother. When she found me, she thought I was paralyzed. Turns out, when I woke up and lifted my head, I pulled a muscle in my neck. It took hours to get out of bed and to the doctor. I didn't go to school for 3 days, no gymnastics for weeks. I couldn't move my head properly for over a month. All because of that strenuous sleep.

I woke up today and my arm hurt. Maybe I just slept funny...right? Well, it hasn't gone away yet. It is so odd, I have never pulled this muscle before, it hurts all the way up through my right armpit. It hurts to move my arm, and to lift or push anything. I am simply thinking about work today...it's gonna be a beast.

Not only do I have work, but Vacation Bible School (VBS) starts tonight and goes through Wednesday. Truly I can't wait for VBS to be over because it has been so much work. Somehow I was placed as the VBS "director." I didn't even start as the director, but when we decided to work with another church (so we might get 14 kids, not 7) I was the one who coordinated the two churches. Guess somehow that made me the director. Yay!

So not only will I be working today, but have to go to VBS where I am in charge of the 3-5 year olds.

Guess I will have to resort to yelling more...

It Is Done

2005-07-24T12:12:00.001-04:00

The names are in, the votes have been tallied, and the winner is...DRUM ROLL PLEASE...Budadadadadadadadadadada
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Ok thats enough the winner is Ron With his Title "The World of Two Polar Opposites". It has been modified somewhat to keep from the "Dizzy Factor." Thanks to all those who participated in this little Shindig I hope that you will all keep reading and enjoying the blog, until then Stay frosty.

--Neko

FINAL ROUND

2005-07-23T10:56:00.000-04:00

This is it people, this is the final day for entries on the "Name Game Contest". If you have yet post a name you have until 12:00.01 AM tomorrow to post it under the comment section of "THE NAME GAME" entree dated on the 18 of this month. I guess that's it so get crackin'.

--Neko

We Didn't Start The Fire

2005-07-22T16:41:00.000-04:00

Is an awesome song to which I'm listing to right now. You all know the song don't you? Well if you don't I just happen to have the lyrics.

"We Didn't Start The Fire" by Billy Joel
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye" Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

CHORUS
We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it

Josef Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, dacron Dien Bien Phu and "Rock Around the Clock" Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team Davy Crockett, "Peter Pan", Elvis Presley, Disneyland Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev Princess Grace, "Peyton Place", trouble in the Suez

CHORUS

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai" Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball Starkweather, homicide, children of thalidomide Buddy Holly, "Ben-Hur", space monkey, Mafia hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no goU2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, "Psycho", Belgians in the Congo

CHORUS

Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land" Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs Invasion "Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say

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Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon, back againMoonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline Ayatollolah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan "Wheel of Fortune" , Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law Rock and Roller Cola Wars, I can't take it anymore

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We didn't start the fire But when we are gone Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on...

If you wish to know what any of the events mean then go to this web site right here http://www.teacheroz.com/fire.htm or if you feel even the least bit qualified just click on the item in question and it will take you there. Ok I guess thats it.....oh wait 2 days until the new names unvailed.

In referance to my recent name screw up all I can say is that im sorry for the terrrible mess up and I will promise that it will never happen agian.

--Neko

Excuses, Excuses

2005-07-22T12:34:00.000-04:00

Harry Potter.

That is my excuse. Harry Potter. He took over my life, I tell you. Really, he did. I have spent every free moment reading that book. I finished it Wednesday, but I was so depressed I couldn't bring myself to write anything.

Other than Harry Potter, there has been...well...Harry Potter! Friday the 15th my brother and I got to the bookstore early to get our wristband so we could get our reserved book soon after midnight. After receiving our bracelets we left and got something to eat and then returned to the bookstore at about 7:30. Then the wait started...so did the crazy games, crafts, sore feet, weird costumes, and count downs ever half hour. The later it got into the night, the more it was just like camping. Some people didn't care what they looked like (costumed or not, they must have been wristband number 400 or so), then you just wandered around with your friends until you found a spot on the floor to sit. After sitting for a hour or so, you realized you were hungry and began the long trek for food. Then you sat and ate (without tables) on the floor.

I was still amazingly fun!

We saw all kinds of people (as you can imagine) and because it went so late, very few children where there. I actually even ran into some North Davidson people that I wasn't planning to see.

Between my brother and I, we only bought one book. At midnight they started calling up numbers in intervals of 50. Luckily, we were only number 63, so we were out of there at 12:30. I give the store credit, it was very well run. And there were no fights over books....and even more amazing, no protesters (probably past their bedtimes)!

While at the party you could get your picture taken and face painted. I even got sorted into a house (Hufflepuff, incase you are wondering). It was fun for a nerd like me.

We got home at about 1am, so I was pretty tired. I did manage to stay awake for the first chapter 'till I realized I was working the next day and I would hate myself if I didn't go to bed.

Other than Harry Potter (which was excellent, everyone should read it) I have been working. Same old stuff. Today I went to the doctor for my pre-college physical, I have started grabbing the odds and ends that I will need to take to school. I even applied to a gym in Greensboro today. Seeing as I have not been doing much else, I have let lots of stuff build up (like this jumbled post). I found out who my roommate is a few days ago, she is from outside of Hickory NC. I finally got to writing her letter today.

Gosh, I'm lucky I have a while before the next book, otherwise nothing would get done!

2005-07-20T10:09:00.000-04:00

If you haven't already noticed well the title been changed (just Until the 24) I did this because E$ has been nagging at me latly that the title made her dizzy. So this is my fix.

--Neko

"Please Check all weapons at the Door"

2005-07-19T11:07:00.000-04:00

Strange title Huh? Well this is the exact statement that I must make to each individual who walks through the door of the Washington Park Pool (that's the place of my employment). You ask your self why Does Jenkinz have to ask all these people this very strange and unusual questions well for those of you who are curious I direct you to go to this web site here http://www.bynoon.com/security40.html and see first hand some of the items removed from patrons (most under the age of 15). Then ask your self "were do I buy full body kevlar"

--Neko

P.S. great titles people, I'm pushing the deadline up to July 24 That means only five more shopping days left till Christmas

THE NAME GAME

2005-07-18T09:41:00.000-04:00

All right, after much debate (mainly with myself) and discussing "certain" things with E$ we've decided to change the name of the bolg. Now seeing how I'm lazy and just not in the mood to be thought provoking I've decide to let you the readers decide the new name of the site, however there are some guide lines.
* It must short
* It must be clean
* It must be thought provoking
* It must Be really Cool

OK this contest is not with out reward, the winner of the contest gets something really freaking cool. If you just graduated from high school and are going away to college you get me on moving in day. If you are any one else you get $ All entries will be judged on August 1st and decided upon by E$ and myself.

"The league is set, let the game Begin." -Allen Quatermain

--Neko

Freedom

2005-07-14T22:02:00.000-04:00

Hello all I got this story from my dad some time ago and have just left it to mold in my inbox but now I fell is a great time to put it out there for you the loyal reader to read in light of the fourth of July and the recent bombings in London I feel that this is appropriate.

Each year I am hired to go to Washington, DC, with the eighth grade class from Clinton, WI. Where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable. On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island ofIwo Jima, Japan, during WW II. Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue,and as I got closer he asked, "Where are you guys from?" I told him that we were from Wisconsin. "Hey", I'm a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story. (James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, DC, to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who has since passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received hispermission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington, D.C., but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night). When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words that night). "My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin. My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called "Flags of Our Fathers" which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me. Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called "War". But it didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are generals who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old. (He pointed to the statue) You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph...a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protectionbecause he was scared. He was 18 years old. Boys won the battle of Iwo Jima. Boys. Not old men. The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the "old man", because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, Let's go kill some Japanese, or Let's die for our country. He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say,You do what I say and I'll get you home to your mothers. The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona. Ira Hayes walked off Iwo Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, You're a hero. He told the reporters, how can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive? So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun,doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32. ..Ten years after this picture was taken. The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky. A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up tohis mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. The neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away. The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin, where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers, or the New York Times would call, we were trained as littlekids to say, No, I'm sorry sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back. My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press. You see, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died in Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed in pain. When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back; Did NOT Come Back. So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima, and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time. Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless. We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice. Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the Gulf War and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom. Remember to pray praises for this great countryof ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world. STOP and THANK GOD for being alive and being free at someone else's sacrifice. REMINDER: Everyday you wake up free, is a great day.

--Neko(joshjenkins@triad.rr.com)

Yipee!

2005-07-13T23:44:00.000-04:00

I think that high school has finally said its last word. Yesterday I got a letter from Guilford College (where I will be attending next year, for those out of the loop). I half expected this to be some letter that isn't all too important, if not that, I thought maybe the envelope would hold the key to who my roommate will be. Neither of these were correct. As I opened the letter a half slip of paper fell out. It looked familiar....it was my AP score! Heck, who cares what the letter says...I have got to know the grade. You have to understand that I took the AP English Lit/Comp exam in mid-May. Two months is a long time to worry about a test grade. For the past week I have been checking the mail everyday expectantly. Much to my surprise, I "passed." I say "passed" because grades are given in a 1-5 scale and, on depending what college you go to, some require higher grades to place out or receive credit for classes. In fact, some colleges don't even accept the grades, they just want to know students took challenging classes.

Anyway, I got a 3! Passing for me. Sure, it would have been awesome to get a 4, but I am really happy with my 3. With my 3 score I place out of English 101 and 102 and get to jump right in to Historical Perspectives (a History/English class). My junior year I scored a 4 in AP US history...that placed me out of a class and gave me some credit. It was a little sad to see a score drop between the years. But...oh well! I'm glad I took the AP English class, I actually do think I learned something. Sometimes it was tough love (quite a few duh and so?'s on test papers) but ultimately it was fun and I learned....and I passed!

Seeing as Guilford had my scores (note: I have not received them from College Board yet...giving millions of high schoolers premature gray hair) I went, just for kicks, to the Bannerweb program online today. Bannerweb is an online program that Guilford uses to allow students to apply, view their classes, register, drop/add classes, all sorts of stuff. I clicked on "student schedule" and behold (!) there it was, as plain as day. It took a while to figure out why I have 5 classes and not only 4 (I think I understand...). Anyway, I am pretty happy with my schedule, I only have one class on Friday's and most days I have only 3 classes. Wednesday will be the hardest with classes starting at 8:30am (Spanish 101) and ending at 10:10pm (Chaos Continues, a first year class). I definitely think it is going to be weird having a class from 7:25 to 10:10pm. But, it is this kind of introductory class where students "...discuss their transition, time management, study skills, and campus resources as well as to get acquainted with the complexity of college life." Also, you don't get 4 credit hours, only 1, so I assume (hope) it will be easy.

Ok, I am going to stop rambling on and tell you something important or at least something you want to read.

Um. Last night I went to the coffee shop with Tiffany, Josh/Neko, Deanna, and Joe. We had a good time, everyone's personal space was violated. Later Josh dropped out and some more people met up with us at my house for a good porchin' session. I'm sure the neighbors were thrilled.

Tomorrow is yet another day off work, I think I will go preorder the new Harry Potter book. I am planning to go to a party Friday night at Barnes and Noble, so I want to make sure I can pick it up there. I hope everyone is cool and goes to a Harry Potter Party at Midnight!

Simply...

2005-07-10T23:56:00.000-04:00

I'm a bit bummed out. The fact is, I've been home by myself since yesterday, so I haven't had too many people to talk to. But really, I felt a funk coming on a few days ago. You know that feeling...the "no one likes me" or "I'm such a loser" or "something is not quite right" funk.

Wait, maybe no one understands this, maybe I am the only one who gets like this. I mean, this funk is completely pointless. It's not like I didn't go swing dancing last night with Deanna and Ron. Regardless of whether or not they truly like me, I went somewhere with them. Heck, I even danced with other people (not the young, cute guys I would have like to, but regardless, I didn't just sit alone)!

I guess this funk would have to simply be the "something is not quite right" funk. Certainly someone likes me, otherwise no one would have been dancing. "Loser," well, I don't get into that funk too much. I don't know what is not right, but it just isn't.

As I said, I have been feeling the funk coming on, but it was in full swing after the sad "UCC Youth Meeting." It could have been a meeting...if people showed up. Between my church and the other local UCC church one youth showed up. I brought food, planned games, and even wrote a lesson. Ironically, the lesson was on welcoming people. It is hard to welcome those that don't come. From 4-5:30 I talked with Allison, the girl that showed up, the pastor of the other church, and their "youth" leader. We didn't talk about the Bible, or God, or anything that I had planned. Allison and I showed them around our church and then we talked about our lives. Hum...

Basically, after leaving that, it was full-funk time. I went home and pondered what to do. Finally I rented a movie and then got a frozen dinner seeing as there aren't too many food options close by. While at the Food Lion I ran into my friend Tiffany and her dad. She ended up coming home and watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind with me. That probably isn't a good movie to watch while in a funk. My mother and brother came home from the baseball game just as Tiffany and I did.

I am kinda upset about the whole church thing. At this point, it seems hopeless or pointless. Why do all this for nothing? Well, next meeting is at the other church. We might get 2 next time, that would be good...doubling our numbers.

So now I am just sitting here typing and wondering if I have said too much or if I should even care. I mean, who is going to argue with me that only having one kid show up isn't a bit disappointing?

It's just a funk.

Congrats Cake James!

2005-07-07T21:53:00.000-04:00

Congratulations James, on receiving the coveted dollar.
(photo credit: Cris Mudd)

I decided to add this picture seeing as I was talking about camp again (camp always seems to sneak its way in). If you aren't cool (meaning you don't go to John's River) I will explain to you.... James, from Virginia, is receiving a dollar from Wilson as he was the first (and I believe only one) to climb all three climbing ah paths (?).

James also really likes "cake", you would never suspect that he could be fit enough to climb and like "cake" (a type of desert) as much as he does. He is trying to introduce this "cake" stuff to North Carolinians. It has been a little over a year since he told us about "cake" at camp. Since then I have had this "cake" and it is really good. If you are in North Carolina (or just not Virginia, for that matter) and you eat some "cake," thanks James for spreading the love and the cake around the nation.

"People in Virginia like cake!" --James

Thunder, Lightning! (the Way You Love Me is Frightening)

2005-07-07T20:31:00.000-04:00

Has anyone noticed how rainy it been recently? I'm talking torrential downpours every few days. I just got back from K-mart where, coming out to find a downpour, even the shopping carts where covered in water. After waiting out the rain for a while, I was sent to get the van before the water was too deep to even move it. I walked the longer but "shallow" route to get to the car (which I had to climb in the passenger side because the other side was too flooded), and by shallow I mean calf deep.

I don't remember it raining this hard all the time. This year has been quite a wet one. Does anyone remember the years and years we were in a drought? Remember... you couldn't get water at restaurants and even the cities said no watering your lawns.

If you went to John's River Valley Camp in your (or my) middle school days, you would remember swelteringly hot weather. Now that I think of it, it blows my mind that I actually wore pants this year. I have never worn long pants at JRVC since they made us on hikes in elementary school. But this year, it was a bit chilly at night.

It wasn't as rainy this year at camp as in the past two years. The year before we were wet all the time, but we did get to actually get to do some stuff. And we had lots of fun canoeing and going on a tubing relax down the Johns River. The year before that, though, was BAD. I'm talking, never dry, smelly, sit in the rain and look at each other kinda weather. The year "harvard" became known as "Harvard." I believe that might have been the first rainy year (at least in a long time). Must have been, because we were not prepared. Now we have a tarp over the fire circle and some non-skid stuff on the wood bridges. I even remember that year having to raise one of those small bridges because water was going way over it.

Weird how it kind of goes in a pattern.

I'm Back Part II

2005-07-05T19:44:00.000-04:00

Holla mis amigos,

Its been a long time since my last post, and through much goading and nagging mostly from E$ I have returned to the site. I know that in the past I may have offended a few people from things that have been said so let me be the first to apologize for my harsh words towards you. Now to complete this I would like to start all over and reintroduce my self to you all. My Name is Josh Jenkins, I'm a rising senior at NDHS I play in the band and am currently the baritone section leader. Im a rabid church goer and am seeking a higher purpose for my life. Well now that's all said and done, I would like to introduce a new twist to this blog on my churches website they have a blog and I will be taking from it scripture that has been posted and explaining it to you as I feel the lord to revealing it to me. so until then.

--Neko

This is Me, Mad

2005-07-03T23:59:00.000-04:00

You know I am back home safe from camp. Fresh and clean now, plus full of good memories! But what has happened since...good question. Actually I can't remember. The problem lies in the small amount of sleep. After camp I was exhausted, but I had to go to a church meeting all afternoon on Sunday and work on Monday and so on, so I never caught up on my sleep. Basically, I worked a lot this week. And it was quiet a testing week. Cheerleading theme...need I say more? Lots of girls, who are actually harder to deal with than boys. Saturday I went contra dancing with Deanna (her 1st time). So that was lots of fun and at least got me up and moving.

But baseball comes into this. My brother, Mitchell, is on the Davidson County All-star team and they had a tournament this week. It was a double elimination tourney, and tonight we came into the finals with one loss. We were playing Anson County, who hadn't lost at all. Now, we beat them the first game, but because of the double elimination we had to play (and beat) them again to win the whole thing. We did that. We won, 8-7. But we lost, on a forced forfeit. Complicated?....exactly. Let me just say that, Anson County All-stars and umpires, if you realized that our pitcher (my brother) is over his "pitching limit" for the day you should notify us. ESPECIALLY UMPIRES.

Quick synopsis: at the beginning of the last (6th) inning, Anson County (AC) noticed that our pitcher (my brother) was on his 6 1/2 inning (1/2 inning over what he is allowed to pitch). AC notified the umps who did nothing. After we won, trophies where given out in a ceremony to both teams. About 15 minutes later AC's coaches questioned the pitching and ended up winning.

Open Letter to Anson County "All-stars,"

Let me begin by thanking you, Anson County "All-stars." You were all we could ever dream of for a final championship game. Your kids didn't sing stupid songs the entire game, they didn't even pout too much when they had an error. Anson County "All-stars," your fans weren't even obnoxious! It seemed almost like a dream.

Almost.

But let me continue thanking you...

Thank you for making my little brother cry because his excellent pitching not only helped lead his team to victory, but also lost the championship for the entire team. Way to make someone feel bad. Thank you for dashing the hopes of the kids that beat you twice (in one day) and played baseball for five or six hours. And I loved it when you insisted that the umpires were wrong! Also, thank you for making mean comments at my mother and I.

Oh, I almost forgot to thank you for one other thing. I would especially like thank you for being hypocrites. I kinda-sorta covered this one already...when I walked by your team to get to the car after the game (seeing as you were blocking the only way out), thank you for saying that our children "only wanted to win the big trophies." Anson County "All-stars," did you not want to win the "big trophies?" Because you could have saved us about five hours and a whole lot of tears.

Thank you, Anson County "All-stars," for taking away our trophies (you didn't want those "big trophies," did you?). And I mean this in the most literal sense. Sure, you knew that my brother was over on his allotted pitched innings (by a 1/3 an inning, might I add), but did you bring this to our attention? No, "All-stars," you did not. Did you even say anything right after the game ended? No, "All-stars," you did not. But did you wait 'till the ceremony was over, the pictures where taken, and the kids where packed? Yes!

Sure, you didn't need those big trophies. You just simply wanted to make sure we didn't have them. You didn't want to confuse us Davidson County-ers. Ha, to think we actually won. I'm sure that is why you insisted that the trophies actually be taken back from our kids during the meeting between the pushover umpires and all the coaches. Oh, the feeling of someone taking the trophies out of your hand. Sure, they brought us the 2nd place trophies you guys (earned) had. But seeing as we are a baseball team (therefore, we play to win games, not trophies), we did not accept them. We know that we beat you (twice).

I won't delve too deep into the fact that your coaches acted as the umpires a few times. I'm quite sure that my brother stepped onto the plate while batting...even though he got all the way on base and the runner on base made it home as well as into the dug out before the umpire called my brother, Mitchell, out and sent the runner back. I'm sure the umpire just has very slow reaction time. And by umpire, realized that I am referring to you, Anson County "All-star" coach. It's hard to have good reaction time when you are in the dugout. Must be really hard to see, but I am sure you have eagle-eyes and you must be correct. That is most certainly why you told the real umpire what happened so he could change his call. You are lucky your young charm worked. I know that in professional baseball (and any normal game, for that matter) the umpire must make a call quickly, and not change it, but Anson County "All-stars," rules do not apply to any games you are in. Sure, that run counted and my brother was on base, but you changed it to the "correct" call. Thank you, the umpires must have just been horrible tonight.

Don't worry Anson County "All-stars," you get to be in the 1st place bracket of the State Tournament. What does that hold for you? Your first game is against the only team that beat us (fairly, I might add). I hope you lose, Anson County "All-stars." While you are losing in the 1st place bracket, we will be playing all the 2nd place teams.

Anyone can win the State Tourney. And new umpires this time! Imagine that. They might be a little harder to push over then the area umpires.

Can't wait to see you leaving at States,

Emoney

PS- We didn't lick those 1st place trophies, and they certainly didn't go down any shirts or pants before they were given to the "rightful" whiners.

Um, Yeah, Ah... Gotta Go!

2005-07-03T00:48:00.000-04:00

Ok, for the past few days I have been saying "I'm gonna write something today." But you know what....I keep running out of time. I have had to do church stuff and baseball stuff, and work stuff. I seriously am going to write something soon, but for now, here are some things you might not have known about me (or maybe you already did).

*TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey*
Name:	Emily
Birthday:	August 13, 1987
Birthplace:	Maryland
Current Location:	Arcadia, North Carolina
Eye Color:	blue/green
Hair Color:	dark brown
Height:	4' 11''
Right Handed or Left Handed:	right
Your Heritage:	Polish
The Shoes You Wore Today:	flip-flops
Your Weakness:	fear
Your Fears:	weakness
Your Perfect Pizza:	Chicago style
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Keep up my grades
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	"ahhhhh"
Thoughts First Waking Up:	work? school? what day is it?
Your Best Physical Feature:	eyes
Your Bedtime:	a resonable hour
Your Most Missed Memory:	Johns River Valley Camp
Pepsi or Coke:	(Diet) Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King:	MacDonalds
Single or Group Dates:	never been on a group date, actually...
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	um, whatever
Chocolate or Vanilla:	chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Diet Coke!
Do you Smoke:	nope
Do you Swear:	never
Do you Sing:	and dance! (not that people want to hear/see it)
Do you Shower Daily:	yes
Have you Been in Love:	maybe
Do you want to go to College:	heading there
Do you want to get Married:	yes
Do you belive in yourself:	in a way
Do you get Motion Sickness:	no
Do you think you are Attractive:	not overly
Are you a Health Freak:	haha, yeah right
Do you get along with your Parents:	yes
Do you like Thunderstorms:	yes
Do you play an Instrument:	the jingle-bells at work
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	no
In the past month have you Smoked:	no
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	nope
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	nah
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	yes
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	I would like to
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	no
In the past month have you been on Stage:	no
In the past month have you been Dumped:	no (this)
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	no (is)
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	no (getting)
Ever been Drunk:	no (boring)
Ever been called a Tease:	no (huh?)
Ever been Beaten up:	only by my loving little brother
Ever Shoplifted:	no
How do you want to Die:	happy
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	teacher
What country would you most like to Visit:	Switzerland
*In a Boy/Girl..*
Favourite Eye Color:	um?
Favourite Hair Color:	no preference
Short or Long Hair:	short
Height:	taller than me
Weight:	more than me
Best Clothing Style:	clean-cut
Number of Drugs I have taken:	zip, zero, nada
Number of CDs I own:	12
Number of Piercings:	1 in each ear
Number of Tattoos:	zero
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	so far, things have worked out
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

Feel free to comment by laughing or correcting me!

Sizzling Scissors Chop!

2005-06-26T18:35:00.000-04:00

Real life portrayal of a dream I had while at camp. Maybe I ate too much cobbler....

Back, tired, a bit confused at the technology around me, and wondering what to write. I mean, for all purposes I could write about all the cool stuff I did at camp (which will probably come up anyway), or maybe all the inside jokes (not as many as in previous years), possibly tell of all the cool people there. But that would be boring, right?

Too bad.

So, as you should have noticed from my lack of entries, I left on Sunday for John's River Valley Camp. The best place in the world. It rained and it was hard carrying all my junk up the skinny, steep, wet hill. Monday we hung around the camp and did some camp service projects in small groups. Luckily, my group the sizzling scissors (1-2-3 Sizzling scissors chop! shh shh shh shh!), got to stand in the cold, cold John's river and catch branches and logs from a fallen upstream tree that was being chopped up. OH BOY!

Tuesday was time for rock climbing and hiking. That night we pitched tents and spent the night even more in the middle of nowhere then we already were. Wednesday we swam in the even colder Huntfish falls. Burrrr. Then we hiked back to the van and finished up the Queen cd on the way back to camp. Thursday meant waking up at 4:30 am to drive to Banner Elk for a most awesome whitewater rafting trip on the Nolochucky River. Probably one of my favorite days. Friday we went to Anthony's creek (the coldest water of the week) and then I watched some people (guys, mostly) play ultimate frisbee. A game I just don't understand. What a great week. It went by so quickly.

In addition, it was kind of a weird week. Lots of people this year, not at all like last years 15 or so campers. With 31 campers it was really hard to get to know everyone. Not that I am discouraging anyone from going. But it was hard. And lots of younger people, you could see a split in the camp, I think. Maturity levels were different between lots of the campers.

But it was fun. And sad. All at the same time. It was my last year as a camper. Yeah, I can come back as a SCAT (counselor)....but it won't quite be the same. It is very unnerving to think that people might possibly start thinking of me as an adult. That, while I might be the smallest, I'm the oldest out of all the senior high campers. I guess it is just one of those things that make you realize that life is passing quickly...even though you don't notice.

But in no way am I saying I am old. Older, hardly.

And before anyone asks me again, I am hoping to be on SCAT next year. So watch out. Wow, you know what that means.....a whole summer at John's River!

2005-06-26T18:30:00.000-04:00

Cuddle buddies, 'cause it was pretty darn cold for June!

Feel the Funk!

2005-06-18T23:45:00.000-04:00

Warning: I'm going to be like Josh...and not write anything for a while.

Now, I actually have a reason. I'm finally going to JOHN'S RIVER!!!! Amazing, but I wait all year for one single week of camp. Call me crazy, but I enjoy the week without electricity, running water, mattresses, and air conditioning. I don't know what it is, but its addictive.

Deanna (non-Johns River kid, who's sick of hearing of John's River): I'm beginning to think that this place is unhealthy
Deanna: nothing that addictive could be healthy

In all honesty, I don't know what to write. I am so excited about going...but I can't believe that camp is tomorrow. Tomorrow I will be seeing all my friends, breathing (humid/sticky) mountain air, lugging bags up a skinny, steep hill. Sounds like fun, I know.

Its just something about good ole' Johns River.

So I will be gone for a week. I'll be back and smellin' on Saturday the 25th. The infamous John's River Funk, I wouldn't suggest visiting me that day...unless you are just crazy. I will have so many pictures and stupid stories (that no one else will understand). Anyway, you will just have to live without this blog. If you feel like you can't live without it, write me at camp and maybe I will write you back...your own personal blog entry!

Can't wait to be at camp!

Talking to Mrs. Tattle

2005-06-16T00:24:00.000-04:00

On the walls of the gym I work at are lots of paintings of children playing. Most are playing in groups (some are doing ridiculous stuff like flying planes and running through walls) but one character is alone playing with a ball. Coincidently, the character is close to the floor so she is only slightly above most children's heads. Her name is Mrs. Tattle. Like Mrs. Tattle's name implies (don't ask me why she is married, she just is), she likes to hear people tattle-tale on each other!

All kids tattle, just some more than others. For some reason, we are having a very "tattling" week at the gym. Normally, I just tell the kids one-on-one about Mrs. Tattle...and then watch as they consider going to talk to her or not. But after about my first 15 minutes of camp, I had to tell all the kids about Mrs. Tattle while I went over the gym rules. It is funny to watch kids' faces as you tell them about her. Some believe you..."that Mrs. Tattle really likes to listen to me"...others are older and see it just as a warning not to tattle. The younger ones are the funniest, though. They ask questions about her and seriously consider talking to her, sometimes they even slow down while walking past her.

But the point is, camp is simply about laughing. So many kids, something funny is going to happen. "Madness" could describe it. A few adults with a bunch of kids.

But see, it is fun. For me at least. Others might not see what I find so funny in each day. I think there is a fine line between "I'm annoyed" and "I'm amused." I think that is why we have things like "Mrs. Tattle." I admit it, all that tattling drive me crazy, but getting to see a child truly think about a picture on a wall.....worth it.

Accidents in the bathroom, yeah, not my favorite. But some little boy so excited over a pair of Spiderman pull-ups...worth it. Saying "I'm sure he didn't mean to hit you" a thousand times a day gets tiring, but seeing the tears dry up instantly as they run back to join the child-initiated game of tag, priceless.

It's madness. But it is funny has heck. In two days I have done everything from talking about magnet boots to hearing a confession of love. Just makes me laugh. And tomorrow work; more crazy, funny things, I'm sure.

This wasn't exactly the direction I saw this entry going in...oh well.

"Eclectic" Is the Word of the Day

2005-06-13T14:52:00.000-04:00

So, I went to that church thing the other day. I was sick. It was long. Not much fun. That is about all that can be said on that.

Seeing as I have been sick and haven't done much of anything, I haven't had any ideas for blog entries. You see, this is when co-blogger Josh would step in and save me and write a few posts (or at least one) to keep you readers (or the reader) entertained. But he seems to be too lazy.

In other news, I was thinking last night...does anyone think I am a weird person? What makes someone weird? I don't think I am that weird...am I? I admit I am more than a little unique...especially for Davidson County. Or maybe, it is as my friend, Ron, put it "You seem to have weird things happen to you." Do I really, or do I just find weird things in normal situations? Ok ok, I'll give you an example. This church thing I went to on Friday. We were trying to sing a song that (probably) no one knew. In the middle of the song, the woman leading it stopped and said, "This sounds horrible! We all have to sing in the same pitch or it won't work!" Eek. I have never been told off at church. I mean, even if you can't sing, everyone is happy that you are at least trying, right? I saw that as weird. Maybe no one else picked up on its "uniqueness."

I do know some unique stuff about me:

My family is the only Mazur in the local phone book.
Keeping with Mazur theme, the Rolling Stones tongue logo was designed by a Mazur and we have two professors at Harvard.
A college I applied to wrote me a letter asking me why I had a "felony on my record."
If I was only one inch shorter, I could get a scholarship for little people.
Our family has gotten a check in the mail for $0.73.....it was so funny we framed it.
Our cat is half named after a dog (from the television show Frazier); our cat's name is Furry Murry.
We use to have a microwave that was old enough to drink and drive.
For some reason, I have developed the habit of only slightly opening my can drinks; not pressing the tab all the way forward and all the way back like most people.
I was so small when I was born, my parents had to take me to a "height" doctor.
I'm sure I have met George Michael's (secret) twin brother while white-water rafting.

I'm sure I will think of more later, but do you see my point? Really, how many people get letters asking about any criminal records or have a framed check around their house?

I guess we are all a bit weird in a way. I'm sure everyone has something unusual about them. These are just a few of my more...eclectic...characteristics.

No Voice at a Church "Thingy?"

2005-06-09T16:33:00.000-04:00

I'm feeling pretty sickly today. And that stinks. Not just because I don't feel well, but also because I have to go to this church thing all day tomorrow (I have no idea what I am doing there), and on Saturday I have to work a bunch.

I woke up this morning with no voice. After I woke up, I went back to sleep. I woke up about an hour later and moved downstairs to lay around on the sofa (half-sleeping). Finally, I took a shower and put some ugly, comfortable (in a word, "camp") clothes on.

Later, I took my brother, Mitch-the-itch, to get his hair cut. Like every cool, future middle school-er, he has to have longish hair. But, he plays baseball. And I'm not talking a few times a week....no, all the time. He plays on a community team and a traveling team and hopefully soon an all-star team. We are constantly going to baseball games and either freezing our buns off (in November) or burning up (now). After Mitch-the-itch's last baseball game, his head was soaked. Eew. So I took him to get his hair a little "cleaned up" and put some layers in it so it wouldn't be so hot. Of course, it was really hard to tell them what to do with his hair when I could barely talk. All the hair-cutters are probably making fun of me right now.

Anyway, this thing for church tomorrow...it is definitely a "thing" because I have no idea what is going on. I thought it was going to be a banquet or something but last week I learned that it was going to be long. Anyway, I received a scholarship from the Western North Carolina Association (WNC) of the United Church of Christ. When I got it, my minister's wife told me that if I went to the meeting/banquet thing, I had a better chance of renewing the scholarship. Of course I would go (even if they don't renew it, they are giving me money). Last week I called her to find out what time to meet her because she was going and it is about 45 minutes away at Catawba College. She only told me to be at the church at 7:45 tomorrow morning and not to worry "she registered me for everything." Basically, this is still all I know. I had my mother call her today and my mom emailed me saying to dress up and that it would go all day "Have fun," she ended the email with.

It is driving me crazy that I don't know what is going on. I have looked all up and down the internet for any info. In fact, I don't know if the meeting is just the WNC association, or maybe the entire Southern Conference. I don't know. Am I going to workshops? How long is "all day?" Are there other scholarship kids going?

Its driving me crazy. Hopefully, I will get my voice back by then. Otherwise, they might be kinda worried that they gave me the scholarship and I can't even voice an answer or opinion. Tomorrow will at least be interesting.

Under No Circumstances

2005-06-08T01:02:00.000-04:00

That box of chocolates is gone. At this point in the morning, it sounds like a real good idea to run tomorrow. Of course, at a much more sensible time tomorrow morning it will sound like the most horrible idea in the world.

I could say I would wait till after camp to start my diet. But you don't know the logistics of this years camp. Seventeen boys, eight girls. Seeing as camp doesn't have electricity or running water nearby, I will look horrible anyway. I might as well look decent in a bathing suit, right?

This sorta-kinda leads me to something that really annoys me. Try not to take personal offense, but today I was shopping because I need some t-shirts, and I couldn't find anything. Not because nothing fit, but because every shirt had some stupid saying on it. No, I am not talking about something that says "Miami" or "Athletic Dept." That's fine. In fact, that is what I was looking for. I have so many solid, plain shirts. Most of them are kinda hoochie, or at least not a t-shirt. All I wanted was 2 or 3 t-shirts with some writing on them so I can mix up my wardrobe.

But...

Under no circumstances will I ever wear a shirt that says "Limited time offer" or "Spoiled Rotten" and especially not "I will if you will."

Is there something about girls that we think saying bad stuff on our shirts will make people think "nah, she can't be that bad...it must just be her shirt"? Or, do guys like girls wearing shirts that say dumb stuff like that? I just don't understand....I would never want to profess my flaws to everyone (you know, that I am "spoiled," a "brat," or a hoochie ["I will if you will"]).

Maybe I am the only one who doesn't like them. Or mostly, I would never wear them. But it is really hard to find any shirts. What happened to a shirt with a palm tree design that said "Bahamas"? Those use to be really popular. But the saying shirts are taking over! Help. All I want is a decent looking shirt (or two).

PS- Everyone look up at the top of this blog, check out that name. Has anyone ever wondered who the "man" (might should be "boy") is of this blog? Sometimes even I wonder. I think everyone should email Neko/Josh, call him, or in some way annoy him until he comes back. Everyone is probably tired of seeing pink entries.

PPS- The bathing suit thing and the shirt stuff connected because I went shopping for both of those things today, and had no luck.

Nothing Says Summer Like, Well...."Nothing"

2005-06-04T16:13:00.000-04:00

Now that the stress of school work is over, I have completely done nothing. You know how you start the summer with lots of ideas on what you are going to, but you never do them (or at least most of them)? That's me. I had planned to run every morning, read a book or two, and do a scrapbook of my senior year. Well, Harry Potter is coming out, I will at least read a book this summer. I'm sure that is exactly what professors want to hear, "Yeah, I read a lot this summer! I re-read all the Harry Potter books, even the new one!" That is the type of intellectual stuff that you will be able to use.

I've also found myself saying things like "I am going to lose weight...as soon as I finish my box of chocolates." It makes perfect sense to me. I mean, you can't every well start a diet with tempting food in the fridge. And, my aunts got it for me for my graduation. I am sure they would be crushed if I didn't eat it.

As for the book, I've been on a cruise. What loser reads a book on a cruise to the Bahamas? Actually, I did one night. That should be a testament to my English teachers greatness (she was even the person who gave me the book).

The scrapbook? I might start that soon.

Anyway, seeing as the summer camps at my work haven't started yet, my summer has been filled with nothing. I am kinda just waiting to work (seeing as I'm just working weekends and Wednesdays). I hate to say that, because as soon as work starts, I will be wishing for nothing days. I better enjoy them while I can, huh?

PS- I have done somthing I wanted to do othis summer...check out that stat counter at the right side of the screen! I know, I have crazy HTML skills. Who knows what's next, maybe some links? Awesome.

Warning: Graphic (yet funny) Imagery Ahead

2005-06-03T00:38:00.000-04:00

So I know that every job has its weird occurrences (I mean, just imagine working for minimum wage in California and a woman coming up to you with a finger in her chili), but when you work with kids, you open yourself up for a lot more, and weirder, events. I work at a gym coaching gymnastics (non-competitive), leading birthday parties, and working summer gymnastics camps. I have been at this gym over a year and it's the first real I've ever had. I plan to major in Education in college, so it is probably best that I learn all this weird stuff now. But in the past year, I have seen really weird stuff. Did you know that 3 year olds have "clothing issues?" They do, they can't seem to keep them on, no matter where they are or who they are with. It could be a boy coming out of the bathroom with underwear in one hand and pants in the other ("Miss Emily, I'm done!"), or how about a girl who said it was too hot in the gym to have pants on. Or, my personal favorite, a boy coming out of the bathroom into the gym (luckily the other kids had just been moved into the snack room) completely naked and running very, very quickly. It took me a while to catch him, and if you knew the gym I was talking about, you would know about the very large picture windows looking out to the rest of the shopping center. There is something about 3 year olds. They are certainly fun, though.

On Wednesdays, I co-coach an advanced class. I love teaching this class because it is more about the gymnastics and less about...well, nakedness or babysitting. Now, I co-coach this class, the other coach is the owner of the gym, my boss. Let's just call him "One who pays the bills" (or OWPB for short). OWPB has two really cute grandkids, which he sometimes brings to the gym; on normal days, they are cute, participate in classes, and watch some TV. However, Wednesday was anything but normal. It started with blood, and ended with oatmeal. I'm not making this up.

Because the gym is non-competitive, we just have a show for the parents so they can see what their hard-earned money is doing. Wednesday was the show. After showing floor routines, we moved over to the beam, where some of the girls decided to sit on the parallel bars that had been made un-parallel so they could watch. When parallel bars are un-parallel, there isn't much space between them. As the first girl preformed her beam routine, I watched another girl smash her face into the lower bar. I ran over to the injured girl and noticed lots of blood coming from her nose. I moved her to the bathroom and her mother came over, I spent a while getting ice, checking on the girl, and spotting a few cartwheels in-between. I don't handle the sight of blood very well, but I am better at handling it if I know someone is injured (that sounds stupid, but don't worry, it will make sense). Later, however, when cleaning the bathroom I could barely stand to look at the bloody paper towels. The thing I have the biggest problem with is hearing people cry or scream because of injuries. Luckily, this girl wasn't crying... too loudly.

Now I can hear everyone asking, "Why would you clean the bathroom if you knew it was going to make you sick, Emoney?" Mostly because that was just one event of the day.

I do have a strong stomach for....ah...."other" bodily fluids. This is probably good seeing as during summer camps, we have lots of accidents and spare clothes (especially pants) are normally in high demand. After the unfortunate nose incident, I started to find what I like to call surprises or gifts around the gym. Of course, this is the day all the parents/grandparents/siblings are in the gym. After finding the culprit, OWPB's grandson (3 years old), I picked him (lets call him situation #2, or S2 for short) up and put him in the other bathroom. I went to pick up the surprises and when I came back to check on S2 (within 3 minutes) he had successfully splashed all the water out of the toilet onto the floor. I couldn't do much, so I just finished cleaning up and then came back to him. As I walked out of the bathroom to get his clothes, his sister, S3, told me she had an accident. Luckily, the bloody nose had just left to go to the doctor, so S3 got her own bathroom... floor to pee on. I came back (of course with the wrong bag) and ended up realizing exactly what was on the floor around S3 and changed her quickly and sent her back to the gym. Now I had S2 left. I ended up carrying him naked into the lobby to find and change his clothes. Now S2 and S3 are safely in the gym so I can start cleaning. In my bare feet.

But there are 4 situations in this story and surely you want to know about the oatmeal. Just as I finished wiping down the bathrooms and mopping both floors, S3 comes and say to me "Come see what S2 has done!" Oh geeze. In the snack room I found a floor covered with beads, dry pasta, yellow paint, and oatmeal. I started to clean it up when a woman came and complained to me that the floor was wet in the bathroom. She has no idea...I could have left it wet with something else. My boss came in and saw the mess (my advanced class was long over), and scattered S2 and S3 to the lobby. We started cleaning when someone came and told us "two children in the lobby are bathing in the hand sanitizer and destroying magazines." OWPB and I stopped them, and then he took them home (thank goodness, they were winning!). This at least gave me time to clean without having to stop to clean up something else.

All in all, it was the craziest day. The gym coordinator (GC) had asked me earlier if I could stay a little after my class and fold brochures. Hope GC doesn't mind that I only folded about 20.

And another thing, I have noticed that I am on an injury streak. That is the 2nd injury under my watch in a month. In all the time I have worked there, I have sent 3 kids to the hospital. Eek. I'm competent, really I am.

When I got home (1 1/2 hours late) I could barely tell my mother this story because I was laughing so hard.

Love to Hate It

2005-05-31T13:35:00.000-04:00

Just now, I feel a need to write. I'm sure everyone is thinking "Oh sage of the keyboard, what inspires thee?" Seeing as you were all so kind: The advertisement at the top of my buddy list. Has anyone seen it today? Looks good, huh? O no. I just realized it changes....well it isn't the advertisement about the Jetta that is on right now. No. It is for that new show The Beauty and the Geek. I am gonna have to watch that.

Yes, I admit it, I get sucked into stupid reality shows like that. Especially during the summer. I only watched American Idol this year, last year it was American Idol and Average Joe. I loved Average Joe. In fact, somehow I loved it even though I hated it.

Amazing.

Let me just tell you how much I hated Average Joe. The basic premise of the show was that all these "average" looking guys lived in one house and competed for the love of one beautiful girl. Each week she votes a few out of the house. Sounds good, right? Sure, until half way through they bring in these hot guys. Of the 2 seasons I have watched, the girl has ended choosing between an average guy and a hot guy. Can you imagine who wins? Hotness. ALWAYS. Makes me so mad. They end up breaking the relationship off in the next few weeks after they get back from whatever trip they win together. The girl then cries about how she should have chosen the other guy.

After the first season, my mother and I sat stunned on the couch. "We are never watching this stupid show AGAIN!" we said. Next season, there we sat, amazed when the girl again choose the hot guy. I was amazed that the hot guy won (so gullible to NBC's trickery). Of course, for the 2nd season they had to have something new so this time, the girl had a secret from her past. She could only tell the guy who won. After she told him, he dumped her. Does anyone know what that secret was? I do. She use to date Fabio. Who breaks up with someone because of that?! I started laughing when I saw her tell the guy on TV during the finale. How does that make someone mad? "I am never watching that show AGAIN!"

I heard the next season is coming out soon.

Anyway. I think I am gonna have to watch this Beauty and the Geek. It sounds about the same. Only on the advertisement I didn't see anyone ugly. I am sure I will be just as mad at the end. Why do I get so wound up about a stupid show? And then, I watch it again, even though in the back of my head I know it will end the same.

Girls are stupid.

Do guys get wrapped up in these shows? I can just see guys sitting at home with popcorn watching Average Joe saying "I am never watching this again! Why wouldn't she pick the smart, ugly guy. I am never gonna get married."

I mean, that is what I do. Well, not when watching Average Joe, but when I see other shows with all those pretty girls. "Its hopeless," I think.

Sort of like being on the cruise. That much prettiness should not be allowed in one place.

Why do we watch these things that make us feel bad. Or maybe I am the only one who feels bad after watching these things. Regardless, why do I watch them. I could be....reading a book, or ah, writing a blog entry on the stuff I did that day. Something. But NO, I get sucked in every time.

I'm gonna work hard not to get pulled in this summer. Maybe I will run more (or at all), so I look like people that I am not watching on the TV.

I just went to The Beauty and the Geek website, I have never seen such good-looking geeks. It could be a good summer.

Senior Scandal

2005-05-31T00:04:00.000-04:00

(Scandal is one of those things that can be relative.)

No, I am not going to start with the scandal part first. For my brain's sake alone. The scandal didn't start until, oh say the 2nd or 3rd night of the cruise. So, I have to go in chronological order or I will just screw things up.

Now that I have everyone's attention (and a few people going "cruise?") I can start. My mother, friend Tiffany and I left on Wednesday afternoon for Jacksonville, Florida so we could hop on the Carnival Celebration (perfect name, huh?). After a rough afternoon of getting orders mixed up at a fast food place, and having to fight off the middle school-ers when we dumped my little brother at my dad's work, we made it on the road around 1pm.

We drove. A bunch.

We got to our hotel in Savannah, Georgia around dinner time and we were quite hungry and seeing as we had a gift certificate to Olive Garden, we asked for directions there. "Not far at all" the woman behind the counter said, "go to exit 109 and turn left at the end of the ramp and you will see it. Ten minutes, fifteen max." An hour later we were in the middle of nowhere. We ended up eating at some pizza place....later we found the Olive Garden on a map....in the opposite direction.

The next day it was time to strap on the feedbag! If you have never been on a cruise, you have no idea on how much food you eat while on board. Three words: twenty-four hour pizza.

I would have to say the highlights of the cruise, other than constant food, was watching other people. At dinner, the tables behind us were filled with a group of high school reunion-ers. Only the 2nd time I went up and down the stairs (estimation of stair climbs: 400) I got a hug and what seemed to be a...well...offer from a shirtless, cowboy-hat-wearin' high school graduate. And who can forget the wonderful dancers that first day!? Now, there were bad dancers everywhere, but on the first day they all congregated on the lido deck. That could quite possibly have been the most entertaining thing to watch (giving tough competition to the men's hairy-chest contest). The only good dancer that day was the guy with 2 drinks in his hand! And let's not forget to thank that college baseball team for showing up...

Overall, I would say it went well. O, but everyone is still captivated by the thought of the words "scandal" and "Emily/Emoney." I'm getting there.

I would like to point out that I am still 17 (and I actually danced to my song!), therefore, I was not gambling. But Tiffany did make it to the finals of the slot tournament! She even got a free key chain (and free is hard to come by). Also, she could go to the "Wild and Crazy Singles Meet and Greet" (but she didn't) and the "R" rated comedy shows, and the disco. I, on the other hand, was either left out in the heat, had to go to the teen stuff, or....( da da dada) had to sneak in! Yeah, Carnival, just because you are wearing a college shirt doesn't mean you are that old. Actually, it wasn't that hard. I just made sure I wore "older looking" outfits. Basically hoochie. Thats it. No, I didn't sneak into the casino, that was too scandalous. But I got into the disco and comedy shows. Aren't you proud? I am. Especially after I got my hair cut.

Why yes. I left that part out. Surprise! My hair is shorter than it use to be! Much, actually. Now it seems to have a style, imagine that. I like it. It is very layered with the longest part down to my shoulders and the shortest around my ears. Only draw back is that it makes me look younger...something hard to achieve. But it looked nice on formal night. Have I told you I like it?

What else? Probably nothing that would be interesting to read on. I ate, a lot. I got burnt. I had a drunk guy ask me "Just because I am drunk, does that make me a bad person?" No, of course not. I had a virgin strawberry daiquiri, 2 actually. Now I am beating myself for that. I gained sooo much weight. By the end of the cruise, the last dress I had no longer fit. Eek, I really like that dress too.

So I had a great time. Just a few mental breakdowns from seeing all those pretty girls with all those pretty boys, but other than that I was fine. I am not delving into that yet because I don't feel the need quite yet. And I don't want to cry. So, I got a sunburn, a new purse, a few extra pounds, and it was tons of fun. Despite the fact that I am dog tired having driven all the way home today and I still feel like I am rocking from side to side, girl cruises are fun!

Rest Ahead?

2005-05-24T23:14:00.000-04:00

Whoa. What a week. You would think all I would have to say would be about graduation (which was awesome indoors!)...but it isn't! Yes, because along with graduation there were parties, practices, exams, and award ceremonies to go to. I can easily say that it was one of the most exhausting weeks. My aunts came in from Chicago on Thursday after the Senior awards day (where I got a scholarship!). We spent the rest of the time getting dressed up and down as well as getting ready for the party at my house Saturday evening.

Oh yeah, and for the first time, I got roses! Two sets, actually!

Graduation practice on Friday was quick and painless. I might have done something after that but I can't remember. Saturday was an early morning and a fight for a good parking spot/seat. Very luckily, my parents just happened to sit in the same row I did and, with a little previous guidance ("sit on the left"), they were about 7 feet from me. We have awesome pictures. Graduation went well, no speeches were too long and they even pronounced my name correctly. It went 2 hours, which, as you can imagine, was hard for my brother to sit though. After graduation we spent the afternoon getting ready for the party. We have tons of food left and it was lots of fun. That night some friends and I drove to Greensboro to go contra-dancing. My feet definitely hurt the next day, but I headed off to church for graduation Sunday. I also had to go to the Writers' Guild ceremony. It wasn't as long as I expected. Everyone got their picture taken for the paper and I am standing in the line with all the elementary school winners. Later, while the person complimented me on my speaking skills, someone asked if I was the 8th grade award winner.

I was even wearing a fancy dress.

Oh well, when I am 30 I will look like I am 25! Especially because I don't think I am growing any more.

So it was a crazy weekend, and I am really tired.

But I am sure I will get plenty of rest on the senior cruise...

All Kinds of Seniors

2005-05-17T14:36:00.000-04:00

"A face everyone can love" (I'm sure my brother was referring to me...)

2005-05-17T14:35:00.000-04:00

A face only a sister could love.

2005-05-17T14:34:00.000-04:00

Oh, how cute!

2005-05-17T14:33:00.000-04:00

Top of the class, I'm sure.

So, while I am only going off to college, my brother, Mitchell (or Mitch-the-itch as we like to call him), is making the big transition to middle school. Ah yes, I remember those days, a time of prison-like structure, shrieking bells, and little kids with big attitudes.

This is his "senior year" so to say, a very important one I am sure. Today, all the 5th graders at his school went bowling and then out to eat at the Mexican restaurant. Seeing as I had exams and got out at 11:15, I went and met him. Apparently, he was wayyy too cool for my mom and I to sit with him, but I did get some awesome pictures. Later I got him out early from school, so I think that qualifies me as the best sister on the Earth. Anyway, though I was shunned by a 5th grader, I still had a pretty good time and eventually Mitchell was over by me a whole bunch to take pictures.

I offered Mitchell a chance to dictate to me anything, but he wasn't creative enough. He said something about having a "good time, so there!" Anyway, does anyone have any advice for Mitch-the-itch's big transition? Leave a good inspirational comment to embarrass him!

Congrats to all the seniors, everywhere.

The Glory Days

2005-05-13T22:41:00.000-04:00

I know I will look back at this and say "ahhh, the glory days!"

Something, Anything

2005-05-12T16:40:00.000-04:00

I'm sitting down to write a blog entry.

I don't exactly know what to write, I have been thinking about this for several days.

If I can't think of a specific topic to write on, I just never find the motivation to blog.

Ok, here we go...

I keep getting distracted, but anyway. So I have had some pretty neat things happen the past few days. I got a letter in the mail just the other day. I expected it to be a graduation announcement or an invitation, something of the sort. But what I opened it up the card said:

"Davidson County Writer's Guild

Congratulations,

Emily "

Turns out, I won 1st place in 12th grade prose. I didn't enter because I really wanted to, just because my teacher made all the AP students enter something in the contest ( as well as North Davidson's first literary magazine). I just handed in my essay on my church camp (the best place in the world!!!). Anyway, I won beating out the other 31 AP students from North.

How? Good question. It was so sappy and short. I wrote it to send to colleges for my "personal statement."

I probably won because I talked about church.

Anyway, I must have some writing ability to win. Analyzing my own writing style, I would say that my abundance of simple sentences adds to the theme of.... well, my overall work. Yes, that is probably why I won. Simple sentences and theme, something like that.

So, I guess I get to add this to my list of Honors and Awards. I think this one takes the cake. It is gonna go just above "Davidson Soil and Water Conservation Essay Girl." Guess they really truly like me here in good ol' Davidson County (even though they can't pronounce my last name).

Seriously, I am glad I won, I wasn't expecting it. I never really consider myself a great writer or anything. It was a great day after I came home and found that out.

I think I even get $15! And I get to go to a banquet and read my essay.

Other things that have happened: yearbooks (a whoping 10 picture of me!) O, and special note my mother does love me. On my senior page the message ends "Love, Dad and Mitchell" They typo-ed out my mothers name. She is the one who wrote the message! She was a little upset.

What else, what else? I got a scholarship. After applying for probably 30 I got one from the Southern Conference UCC Women. I thank them very much. And I will be going to Catawba College in June sometime to accept it.

I guess that is about enough exciting stuff. I gotta get to an eyebrow appointment.

Salt and Sugar

2005-05-08T13:56:00.000-04:00

Responding to a comment made by a comrade of mine (who buy the way is a loyal reader) some time ago I have this to say.
Considering the source from which this comment comes from, I can only imagine the sick sad world you thrive in. In which all things must go your way or the whole world suffers your terrible wrath. You have your on set way the world must go, your views and opinions are that of a person on a ego high. A person like you has one really big problem, once someone rubbs you the wrong way your fangs stick out and any one dumb enough to get to close gets bitten. You condem people for there past mistakes nad consantly remind them of there past. You cant even deffend your in a disscusionabout your self without the support of a mob around you, and to top it all off you wont even confront me face to face to bash me. (wait I doing that, I'll get bashed anyway when i get to school )

I guess the point Im trying to drive down is Three things:
One: Stay outa my life and let me live it my on way.
Two: Her name is Kelly and she goes to East.
Three: Some people look beyond my past and see me for the peron I'm trying to be.

--Neko

Не был в состоянии сопротивлять

2005-05-08T13:44:00.000-04:00

Здравствулте! мои друзья, здравствулте! мои друзья, подача если вы не замечали уже, то, это blog находятся в совсем испанском. Я делаю это на 2 причины одна, котор я должен сделать гречиху tictac вне Emily и другая так, что моя практика чонсервной банкы увидеть следуя за испанский язык потому что я так имею thats года испанского языка II причина с исключением я не имею что-нибыдь сказать мир так.

--Neko

El olor de la carne de los procesos

2005-05-08T13:28:00.000-04:00

Hola mi amigos,

Hola mis amigos, Mane si usted no han notado ya, este blog está en todo español. Estoy haciendo esto por dos razones una debo hacer tictac el crap fuera de Emily y el otro es de modo que pueda practicar mi ver español pues tengo thats siguientes del año del español II tan la razón con excepción de ése que no tengo nada decir tan paz.

-- Neko

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Raises Arms Up and Stretches Out

2005-05-05T19:12:00.000-04:00

Today I had my AP English exams. I can't say much, but it was difficult. It was very hard to write for 2 straight hours. But the weird thing was...I was half looking forward to it. It is a gigantic weight off my shoulders. I have been spending so much time studying and worrying that I could feel my heart pounding at the beginning of the test. I calmed down so it got better, but I am happy it's over.

My English class all met at a restaurant this morning and just relaxed before the exam. Afterward most of us went out to a Mexican Restaurant. I didn't go back for my last class, instead I went and visited the Kindergarteners that I interned with first semester. They had grown so much!

After the exam I felt so much better. While I don't know if I passed (highly unlikely anyway), at least I won't be stressing over it anymore. I have a week of class and I know I can spend it not having literary devices or multiple choice questions pounded into my brain. It's nice. (O! and look I just used a short sentence to emphasize how "nice" it was) I'm sorry, I am still recovering from a year of AP.

I've had enough writing for one day. Last year, after taking the AP US History exam, I came out with a terrible feeling.....in July I found out I passed with a 4 (grades range from 1-5, 3 is "passing" at most colleges). This year I came out with a "that wasn't too hard" feeling. That probably isn't good.

An Explanation

2005-05-02T23:02:00.000-04:00

So, the post that I just posted...yeah, it isn't my normal. It was my first attempt at an essay for a scholarship. If figure that only every senior at NDHS will be applying, so I had to make it creative in some way. If the committee reads it and doesn't like it, at least they will get a good laugh (at me).