Working in the computer lab, much cooler.

So I'm here. Working. I'm bored out of my mind. Well, not completely bored out of my mind, but kind of bored. I still have my mind, is what I'm trying to say. To prove it to all of you, I will write this creative story:



"Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up got Jack, and home did trot As fast as he could caper
He went to bed and bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper."

-Children's nursery rhyme, 1795


Jack hated his sister, Jill. She was always following him around, wasting his time and asking him stupid questions. Just because he was older didn't mean she had to annoy him every waking hour, did it? If he took a walk, she had to take a walk. If he wanted some cereal, she would want cereal. If he wanted to ride his bike, she wanted to ride her bike. And so on and so forth. It was almost getting to the point that her bowel movements were timed to his. Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? It was, and that is precisely what got Jack so fired up in the first place.

Jack decided to talk to his father, Captain Daniel Spriggs, about this predicament, but he had to wait until he came back from one of his expeditions. You see, Jack's father was a famous captain of the flag ship "Debunker" It was a silly name for a ship, but it happened to undergo some very serious expeditions, such as hunting for pirates, killing pirates, recruiting pirate navigator to find secret pirate ports, and transporting the King's favorite pipe tobacco.

Jack had to wait for quite a while, since this particular trip was taking his father longer than usual. Little did he know that his father was actually a pirate himself, and hid this from the King (and his family) by killing his entire crew of imperial soldiers each trip and replacing them with pirates. Thus he would spread the pirate influence all around the globe, while simply telling his friends back home that his crew were just transferred to another port. There is no logical explanation for how he pulled this off for over 20 years, but apparently the local populace was not too bright.

During this time, Jack was constantly being annoyed by Jill. She even began to time sneezes and yawns perfectly to the ones emitted by Jack. Jack knew that younger siblings could copy their older brothers or sisters, but this had to be indicative of some type of personality or identity disorder! Once his father was done pillaging a tropical port about 400 miles away, he returned to the humble port town from whence he came to spend time with his family. Of course, Jack was waiting for him.

"Father!" Jack moaned as his rapscallion of a paternal figure strode up the front walk, "Jill won't stop copying my actions! It's really annoying!" Jack said this while flailing his arms wildly around his head. This whole experience with Jill had definitely turned him into a real loony. His father realized this, and, in order to help out his lunatic son, gave Jack a chore. "Jack, can you go up to our faucet on top of the hill in our backyard and fill up this pail?" Jack looked up at his father in exasperation, wondering why the hell his father wanted a pail full of water, or why he wouldn't answer his question. However, children were more obedient back in these times, so off Jack went, to fetch a pail of water. "weird kid." his father muttered as he counted his pirate booty.

Jill was inside, actually minding her own business for once, when she noticed Jack outside, walking towards the gigantic hill with the "family pail" in his hand. "Hmm..." she thought. "I wonder where that brother of mine is going? I think I'll follow him and then scare him! That would be funny!" So she grabbed her favorite doll, Milly, and ran out the back door, already giggling at the thought of what she was about to do.

Meanwhile, Jack was in a very grumpy mood as he hauled the family pail up the hill. Why did he have to complete this stupid chore? It didn't make any sense to him, and only made him even more ornery. He was thinking about how angry he was at the whole situation when he breached the hill. He lowered his pail into the porcelain faucet and began filling it with clean water. He finished his task and turned to walk back down the hill. As he was about to walk down, Jill popped up behind a mulberry bush and screamed "Hey, Jack! I want to walk with you, too!" while waving her arms around madly, as she has been seeing Jack do lately. Little does she know that her annoyances have caused this strange quirk, and her repeating it only makes it worse. Jack is caught off guard and suddenly falls off the side of the hill, and begins to gain momentum as his body flops wildly as a rag doll. Jill thought this looked really entertaining, so she fell after him. Jack hit the bottom and realized that he had just received a minor skull fracture, and began to cry.

Then Jill hit the bottom.

Her legs were thrown awkwardly to the side, and her head lolled unevenly onto the ground. Jack slowly got to his feet and examined his sister, to find that she had broken her spine in several places, and had no pulse. His tears immediately dried up, and he began to laugh, dancing in a circle around his antagonist's corpse. He began to scream, "Daddy knew what he was doing! Daddy knew what he was doing!" at the top of his lungs, all the while dancing like a madman.

His father looked out of the study window and noticed his son dancing around the crumpled body of his daughter. "Weird kids? Fucked up kids is more like it." He exclaimed, and lit his pipe.


THE END


now i know that the generally accepted history of this nursery rhyme is that Jack was Louis XVI, and that Jill was Queen Marie Antoinette, but this is so much better. See? I haven't lost my mind at all.

Well hello

hey folks, just me saying hi. I have not updated this blog in a long time (almost a whole month, to be exact) and that's just too bad. There are a few people that actually read this to find out if I have been updating it or not, and most of the time I have not, so I'm giving them a little treat with this post. I guess. Well anyway, things are going pretty swell with me, at least as far as life goes. I've got a roommate now (Josh) and he's pretty cool. I also got a lot of new equipment for my mac, such as a harddrive and an MBox2 with protools. That means I should be cranking out some new tunes, but to say they will be awesome would be just guessing at this point. I'm actually writing this on Josh's 24 inch iMac, which is sweet, but not at the same time because my optical drive went to hell on my Macbook Pro, so it's getting fixed right now. A week without my mac is pretty sad, but I'll have to deal with it.

Want to know something else?

I've realized that my life is far too busy lately, so I've been taking measures to slowly settle it down, such as giving up student government. I'm currently the media diresctor for it, and that is eating most of my time, but here's the issue: Why the crap am I wasting my time away into an organizatin that I neither care about nor beling in? No one gives a rats about SGA, including me, so I don't know why I'm in it. Well, I do know why, it is due to the fact that I could just get recognition for my media work, and get publicity for my talent! How sickeningly prideful of me. Since realizing this, I have decided to cut it out of my life, it is not beneficial. However, there are other things that have been proving to be really beneficial for me, such as my relationship with Grace. She is such an amazing woman of God, and I'm still trying to figure out how this is working out so well. I know it's God's will, and it's awesome that he's helping us to grow together, but it's still beyond me. She is one of the few girls I have ever met that can actually capture my attention, and whom I can spend time with and not be bored out of my mind. It's great. Also, Greek is really awesome, although hard. It's great to be able to learn the language of the new testament, and I'm getting alright at translating it! It's crazy.

This weekend we were supposed to have a bonfire at my aunt's house, to hang out and spend time together as a big old family, but I got an email today that she is back in the hospital with an infection. That's not good. So if you guys want to lift my Aunt Sharyl up in prayer if you think of it, that would be cool. Thanks.

...

I guess...

that's it.

first day of the year (or something)

So I'm back at school and already being ridiculous. Yesterday was probably the most "ridiculous" day that I've had in a while. Well, it was the night that our folk band (thus far remaining unnamed) played for the welcome back party in the Lew. That went over fairly well, but there is a huge pre-story to this semi-crappy story. So this day was the last day of our DP3 training sessions, etc, and we were supposed to have a break from 2:30-4, in which I was going to go to Guitar Center and pick out an acoustic guitar. So me, Fish, Mike, Rachel, and Justin went to check it out. I saw two really nice guitars and was playing both of them, trying to decide between them. it took me a while, but I kind of decided on which one. By this time it was about 3:46, which was 14 minutes before our last session began, and it was about a 15 minute drive. I wanted to leave pretty quickly, but Mike decided to be a little kid and say "But I really wanna show you this new Roland synthesizer guitar hook up sender/reciever extravaganza! (or something along those lines)" And then we waited, and he played with it, and I was impressed, and then we left. so I'm booking down the road, trying to make up for lost time (it's about 3:54 now, possibly later, who knows?) we get to the intersection on Waukegan, and suddenly, a FREAKING FREIGHT TRAIN comes a-chugging down the tracks. All hope of getting to the session on time have just been decimated. So I turned off my car and we listened to "Freight train blues" by Bob Dylan. We got back to school at about 4:17(ish) and I turned off the car (so I thought) and jumped out, locked it, and ran to my session. As the night progressed, I looked into my pocket and didn't see my keys. I was like, "huh." I tried to find them, but could not. After searching for them a few more times, I realized they were lost. This was about 7 o'clock. There was really nothing I could do, though, because our set was at about 8:30, so I would worry about them later. At 7:15, a security guard comes into the Lew and announces that there is a Honda Accord (two door, wisconsin plates, yeah MY CAR) running in the Carlson lot with the keys locked inside. I just freaked, mostly because I realized that I was a moron. I got my keys out since I had a spare key, and then we played our set and it was pretty good.

so today was the start of my classes, and stuff like that. I feel that today has nothing on yesterday, so I don't really know what to write. I'm going to call Grace three times, and I got a score of 452,300 on Duck Hunt. Thats about it.

Today.

There is such a freedom in driving down the highway.

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.

I've been doing a lot of praying lately.

God is good.

Even though I don't know where he is right now.

It's a hot weekend.

I'm back in Kewaunee for the weekend, and I'm sorry I haven't written in a long time, for anyone who reads. I've been working up at Lake Lundgren for about a month now, and we don't have access to blogging or myspace or anything like that, so my apologies. It's good to be back in town, but the parents aren't home, so it's too bad I didn't get to see them. Today I slept in until 11, which felt really good. It's good to be lazy, but this next week I have a cabin of little guys again, so that will be draining. Life's been pretty busy, but at the same time sort of slow. It happens that way when you live in the Lake Lundgren bubble. I love that place, but it's kind of frustrating that I don't really know what's going on, and a lot of what I think about at camp doesn't really matter when it comes down to the real world (like chapel starting on time, or the issue of what night games to play, etc). It's just tiresome worrying about program stuff over and over again. On a more pointless note, I checked out the transformers movie last night, and that pretty much made my week. I am a big fan of the series, and the movie was great as well. I'm going to finish my afternoon with laundry, then probably skate at the barn tonight. some thoughts:

I like owning a car.

...Jones cream soda will be sporting some of my photography come the end of the summer, count on it...

...Kansas and Less than Jake have been stuck in my head...

I shaved, and it looks really weird.

I'm addicted to Stephen King right now.

Small town weekend.

This weekend was pretty good, but I was expecting it to be. Lindsey was up, so we got to hang out and do the things that we like to do. We watched some movies, went to Door County, skipped rocks, walked on the beach (cliche, I know.), listened to music, laughed, played Frisbee, sat around, went skateboarding. It was really nice.

That's pretty much what I have to say about that.

On another note, I am leaving Thursday for the booming metropolis that is Pembine, Wisconsin, to work at Lake Lundgren Bible Camp again. I'm really excited, but at the same time, I'm kind of

NERVOUS.

I don't really know why, but it's kind of a feeling of uncertainty, that I don't know how this summer is going to go. I'm anticipating how this summer is going to surprise me. I dunno, I have been really thinking about the future lately, and although I have so much to look forward to, I am scared to look forward to it. Why?

....Well, I will tell you...

I don't want to become one of those people that are just obsessed with the future, waiting for it to come, and can never enjoy the present. Know what I mean? I guess that's it.

Oh, and you all need to go listen to Dntel. Thanks to Stephen for showing me. It's brilliant.

Life is pretty rad.

Well, it has been super long since I have actually written anything on here, but heck, I guess I'm not that devoted. I get those streaks every once and a while where I am going to be a ######## awesome blogger, but then I remember that life happens, and I forget for a long time. But now I am back, I can't say for how long, and I can't give any promises to how much I will be writing in this, but I can say one thing for sure: Life is pretty awesome...

Not because I have a perfect life...

Not because I am a super human...

Not because I can fly (that would be cool, though)...

...But because I am living...

I have a girlfriend. She's awesome, and new, and I'm doing my best to try and understand what she says, where she's coming from, and how I can be awesome for her as well. She's great, we laugh, we do random things, we (try to) watch movies, she lets me act like a moron, we speak our minds, we pray together, we pray for each other, we go out. It's pretty cool, but at the same time, it's hard.

I have friends. They're awesome, some new, some old, and I'm trying my best to be a good friend. We get separated, we lose touch, we have fun, we act stupid, we drive together, we work together, we write to each other, we laugh at each other, we prank each other, we eat together. It's pretty awesome, but at the same time, it's hard. Really hard. People get mad at each other, and sick of each other, or disappointed in each other. But the cool thing is, that's natural. It's probably the best time of my life when I accidentally treat someone unfairly and they accept my apology, and we learn from the mistake and move on. I like it.

I have a family. They're awesome, some different than me, others the same, others misunderstood. We see each other's best, each other's worst, we fight, we laugh, we cry, we live together, we go shopping, we eat together, we yell at each other, we poke fun at each other, we pray with and for each other, and we love each other. I get so frustrated with all of them at times, but I am so glad that I have them. Without them I would not be who I am today, because of them I have a better understanding of what love is.

I have a job. In fact, two jobs. They're pretty awesome, each very different yet equally enjoyable. I flip burgers, I check beds, I pray for kids, I swim, I scoop custard, I laugh, I listen to music, I deal with customers, I deal with campers, I teach God's word to my kids, I play games, I prank my fellow employees, I worship, I live. I am so grateful that God has blessed me with these two places to go, that I can earn money while at the same time make friends and interact with people, as well as advance the Kingdom of God.

I have a car, a great computer, an iPod, clothes to wear, new shoes, a skateboard, a snowboard, three guitars, a drumset, a cell phone, speakers, and more. I have a ton of "stuff". Stuff that I don't deserve, but I have it. God has blessed me so much in this area. I am lacking in absolutely no area in my life. I have plenty of food to eat (a little too much, in fact), I have more clothes than I can wear, and extra stuff that I don't use, but I would NEVER give it away. What's wrong with this picture?

You know what I don't have?

A good relationship with my Lord and Savior.

I want that really really bad.


Thank you, God, for blessing me with all of these things. Thank you for being present in my life even when I don't spend enough time with you or seem to care. Please be patient with me as I find more time to spend with you, and when I screw up time and time again. Thank you for your grace, patience, love, and forgiveness thus far. Let my life glorify you.


Amen

P.S. And thanks for Coldplay. They rock.