The Eve of Christmas

It is the Eve of Christmas and it is Wednesday. I'm not wearing a collared shirt today. But, of course, I am updating the blog. My fam celebrated Christmas a while ago, like the day after school got out. So my Eve of Christmas was actually the day of the last day of school of 2008, the day I wore the Olympic suit. Our Christmas was good. As you can see from the picture, I received many ties. Five to be exact. The one that is hanging from my neck is a Christmas tie, you know, for good measure. For the record, the ties are hard to see on purpose, due to the fact I have not worn them in public as of yet.

Today though is the Eve of Christmas for the vast majority of the world. That is quite the feat if you think about it. Christmas is in every calender, every everywhere. And what's funny is you start seeing it after Halloween. Christmas is quite the holiday.

I have some sad news to report. According to Google Trends, the third most searched for term today is Mark Everett. Mark Everett (real name- Manuel Benitez) "was only nine years old when he began his acting career. He was fairly successful, starring in commercials, TV shows and movies." Thanks wikipedia. The reason I bring this man up is he was shot and killed yesterday in a standoff. Although he was a fugitive and featured on "America's Most Wanted," he did have a young son. I hope he recovers.

Also, the snowzilla (snowzilla picture, snowzilla pictures, snowzilla alaska) is said to have "appeared." This stuff interesting myths are. Snowzilla? I've never even heard of it.

Have fun, web surfers. And, have a wonderful, Eve of Christmas, eagerly awaiting, the Day, of Christmas;

What is poveglia?

1984

I wear my blue suit two times a year. The last day of school and the last day of school. Try to figure that out. I'll give you a hint. I wore the blue suit today.

Take a look at previous "blue suit" days:


Okay, time to explain. My father worked at the 1984 Olympic Games in Los Angeles, California. The blue suit was his uniform. This blue suit is wonderful in all aspects of the word. Look up "wonderful" in the dictionary and you will see a picture of this blue suit. I'm not kidding. Look it up...

Did you know that earlier today I wrote the word gullible on the ceiling above your head?

Mr. Shuster really got a kick out of the blue suit. He said he attended the games with his wife and really enjoyed it. Mr. Shuster being Mr. Shuster whipped out his camera phone and snapped a few shots, one of the emblem on the jacket, one of the jacket (with me in it of course) and one of the whole shebang.

As I was walking out of school, some kid, I'm assuming an underclassman, yelled: "Hey what are you? Part of the blue man group? Did you get that at the 99¢ store?" Naturally, I waited for him, as he was walking behind him. I decided to make him feel really stupid, as I walked right next to him as he walked with his friends. I told him I did in fact buy it at the 99¢ store and he should get one too. We are going to where them, as twins, the first day back from break. As we walked out the front gates of the school, he said he needed to go to his locker. Really? I clearly made him uncomfortable. My job is done.

Gentleman

I don't think today could have gone any better, in terms of clothing that is. Today I was a British businessman, complete with black umbrella. The inspiration hit me as I opened up my secret santa gift on Friday: the hat. I remembered I had attained a huge tweed overcoat from a "dead man" (click here and read the last paragraph for more info), so I decided to wear my wool suit coat with some nice gray slacks, accompanied by my wonderful black loafers. Then I topped it off with the tweed overcoat and the hat. Pretty dapper, I'd say. Today was clearly the coldest day of the year thus far. I must say I was prepared. People were freezing and enjoying their unstoppable chattering teeth while I worried about my fingers getting a wee-bit chilly. In fact, Mr. Chris Deveux was convinced it was snowing outside. It was a happy moment.

Be ready...

This will probably be the longest post I have ever written up to this point. It's going to contain complex, detailed analysis of the band banquet on Friday night and a party on Sunday night.

Friday:

Okay let me explain. Friday night was the marching band banquet for 2008. Since I am a senior, I guess it was special. Most seniors were very emotional (I'm mainly referring to the "senior practice") but I was definitely not one of them. I just don't get emotional. Every senior said "some words," most gave a full on speech, I kept mine short and sweet. I declared that I joined marching band my freshman year because the drum deserved it. I got some laughs. Nevertheless, this concept really came true to me this year. My good buddies Mr. Jonny Trousdale and Mr. Kelii Miyata did not join drumline this year for their own individual reasons. I was pretty down about, but I figured my contribution to the drumline is significant enough that if I did not join again, the drumline would suffer greatly, not only because of skill level (haha) but because I was a leader, and with that comes responsibility. I really had no idea what would happen this year, but, let me tell you, it turned out pretty insanely awesome. I don't know what changed, but whatever it was, I'm glad it did. I made a bunch of friends I probably would never had made had I not been enthralled by drumming. We had our laughs, after all, we were the senior center. We played bridge, ate tapioca, and to whoever stole my dentures, I will find you (if you have no idea what I'm talking about, I apologize). I made some memories this year, here's a list of a few:

1. Scrambled bacon/steamed water- I haven't laughed that hard in a long long time.
2. Car wars with Kelsey Fabry- It got pretty interesting towards the end (car batteries and karma)
3. "Why do you have pants?" "Yeah" I don't even want to explain.
4. Douglas Newbill's broken collarbone
5. Talking to Trevor Fabry and Nico Hernandez about meat for 45 minutes.
6. Playing with drumline at rallies. Rallies=irony at it's finest. Rallies are known for their cause of boredom; people cheer the loudest when a white streamer flies between the field goal posts. However, while everybody is walking in and out, they are watching the drumline play. We get the most attention out of the entire rally, when, in theory, we should be getting the least. It's awesome.
   
7. I bet there are many more. Please jog my memory.

I had a good time this year. I wish my buddies could have joined me, but it's done now and they missed out. So what's next? Mr. Steve Hernandez is pleading with me to do Winter Drumline. So I guess I'm going to do it. I'll see you all then.

About the banquet: it was a Las Vegas theme so naturally, I wore Hawaii themed clothing. I won Best Dressed for the third year in a row, I was excited. During intermission, the drumline and color guard exchanged their secret santa gifts. I wish wish wish I took a picture of what I gave Mr. David Maresca. I got him a sweet brown suitcase, with treasures such as an "Idiot's Guide To Raising Your Credit Report" an instruction book on the Spanish language and an Ella Fitzgerald record. It was quite the sight. I went to Goodwill and spent $7 to get all my secret santa stuff for the banquet and for the upcoming Wednesday's Christmas party at church. I received a cool hat from Ms. Chloe Porshe. I am grateful.

By the way, the picture symbolizes the ending of the season.





Moving on: Saturday.

Okay, here we go. I was told by Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick that there was a party on Friday night. I told him I probably couldn't go, which ended up being true. I asked him how it went and he told me it was never Friday, it was Saturday. I sat in amazement and decided to go. I don't know the girl, where the party was at, what time it starts. Nothing at all.

I find out it's a really nice party at a hotel. That's it. 20 mins before 7 pm I get a hold of Mr. Kyle Dietz and he tells me the address of the hotel and that it is "just a dance party." Wow. So I pick up Mr. Scott Weir at 7:20 to go to this "party" that Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick. We had no idea what we were getting into or even what we were doing. Talk about spur of the moment. On the way over there, we talked about the girl, Ms. Amber White. I had never even heard of her, Scott said he met her once three years ago.

We arrive at the hotel and see Mr. Dylan Bennett outside. Naturally, I roll down my window and yell out to Dylan:

"Dylan! What's up man!"
"What are you guys doing here? You were invited?"
"Yeah man! I'm gonna go park!"
"*look of disbelief*"

I hurry up and park, only to see Dylan completely gone. Scott claims to have seen him get in a car. We go over to where he was standing and on the ground was an unbelievable sight. Dylan had turned into three packs of playing cards. It was astounding.

Mr. Scott Weir decided to call Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick and tell him to come outside to tell us where to go. We stood over the decks of cards (Mr. Dylan Bennett), in the freezing cold, dressed in suits. As we stood, we notice a girl walk outside. She kinda looks around, sees us and hurries over to us exclaiming: "Are you guys with Gabe? There are going to be a ton of party crashers tonight," as she walks away and back into the hotel. Bewilderment overtook our emotions. Soon Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick came outside explaining the intense security as they did not want ANY party crashers tonight, which is exactly what Mr. Scott Weir and I were. He even showed us the high-tech "Amber White's Sweet Sixteen" bracelet he had on for entry. As we stood, I rejected party crasher Mr. Garrison Hopper walked out of the hotel. I had not seen this guy since elementary school. We immediately recognized each other and had a little convo. It was the definition of awesome.

Anyway, Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick walked Mr. Scott Weir and I into the hotel to get out of cold. Here we stood, before the master of ceremony's, some lady who had the guest list. We were not going to be allowed in until we get direct permission from Ms. Amber White herself. This is quite the party. I kept telling Mr. Scott Weir as well as others that the key to this was being polite. On the way in to the party, there was man walking and he looked at me and I at him and I asked, "How's it goin?" and he answered "Fine thanks." Mr. Scott Weir asked me what in the world I was doing. I told him I was being polite, it's the key.

We finally get in. We were told by the master of ceremonies that we could step inside only for Ms. Amber White's entrance, then we would have to get Ms. Amber White's permission to stay immediately after. We were in. We, the party crashers, had gotten into the uncrashable party. Once Amber made her entrance, she made a little speech, explaining she was so glad her most special friends could join her on her birthday. I looked at Mr. Scott Weir and snickered.

Soon, we become enthralled in an addictive game of Craps. At the hotel, there was separate small "casino." Craps is a very interesting game, this particular round resulting in many multi-thousandaires (haha). Little did we know, we were supposed to keep our chips. Oh well. Last night is done now. It was quite ironic as when we walked into the room, everybody swarmed the poker tables. Mr. Scoot Weir and I stood in the middle, confused on what we should do. We were soon lured to the Craps table. What began as just the two of us, became the most popular table in the "casino." This where we met "The Man." This guy was pro. I don't how he did it, but he insisted suit jackets were made to carry poker chips. Interesting. Anyway, we saw this guy allover the place, always alone. We played blackjack with him too. This was quite the interesting party, indeed. I don't know what left. The party catered this wonderful chicken. This was Mr. Scott Weir's favorite part of the party. I'd have to say my favorite part of the party was singing to Ms. Amber White's uncle, Eric, "Happy Birthday" as Saturday was his actual birthday, and out of the love of his heart, he attended his nieces sweet sixteen. I thought it was so random. This guy was Mr. Las Vegas. Not even kidding. I don't feeling like explaining myself.

Oh yeah, and more. Attending Ms. Amber White's party were many "interesting" individuals, most thinking extremely highly of themselves. Most of the party, they wore their shirts open to display their "defined" muscles, and to accompany the bare chestedness, they thought it was so cool to wear their ties on their heads. But wait, there's more. So at this hotel, there is obviously more than one room you can rent out. Because of this, one of the rooms closest to the room dedicated to Ms. Amber White's sweet sixteen was filled with a bunch of older folks. So these bare-chested, tie-headed "basketball players" (thank you for clearing that up, Mr. Joel Waddell) decide to run into the older folks party and dance and yell and act like complete idiots. After the buffoons left, I almost walked in there and apologized for their behavior. I should have.

Here is something else that is sad: the entire party went outside to see the "unveiling" of Ms. Amber White's "present." This was the majority reaction: "Oh, it's only a Jeep Liberty. My mom drives that!" Are you kidding me! That's dedication right there. The only time I talked to Ms. Amber White was moments before Mr. Scott Weir and I left; she exclaimed: "I got a new car!" Soon after, Mr. Scott Weir and I left, reflecting on the party and the wonderful events that took place. Thank you, Ms. Amber White, so much for "inviting" us to your party. I signed your behemoth of a card.

What a night.

Ralph Lauren

Today's inspiration: yesterday: Byron Mak: lunch: declaration: preppy people who wear sweaters around their neck: I tell him I'm going to do it: I show up looking like a country club, preppy New Englander: I tell people I finished 18 holes before school and plan to go play polo after school: I did in a sense: without horses:

Today I have to write the script for my new film "William Matthews," the story of a boy who becomes a recluse after his friends disappear. It's a really depressing story, and I'm not gonna lie, I'm not exactly in the best mood right now. In theory, it really can not get any better than this, but this is not theory, this is reality. I really do not want to write this script. Listening to slow depressing music helps me get in the mode. I'm listening to A Perfect Circle's "The Noose." Lovely title, ain't it? It sets the tone for the project I guess. We'll I'm going to get started. The film is due Jan 16, so expect an internet premiere on this very blog sometime around that day. Wish me luck. Happy reading:

ADDITION: I forgot a very important aspect of my day. As you know I was mocking the preppy clothing style we all know and love. I walked into third period, with my popped collar and sweater around my neck when I run into Mr. Westlund, you know, the disney animator sub, who, very ironically, was wearing his sweater the EXACT same way I was. I don't know if he realized I was mocking the style, but either way, I felt rather uncomfortable as I walked past him the three times I did during the day. Very strange experienece. And the funny thing is, I've never seen anybody in real life wear a sweater like that, only in the movies and magazine ads, and the one day I do it? Mr. Westlund picks up on it.

Crime Scene Investigation

Today reminded me of CSI. I wore "Police Line Do Not Cross" tie I received as a gift. People liked it, as did I. It was really hard to tie though, which was rather strange. Whatever. I don't have much to talk about. Drumline is almost done, we have one competition left. I'm debating about joining winter dl, the audition is in 15 mins. I really can't afford it though. I guess we'll see what happens.

I'm sitting here right now trying to think of something to write. I know the reader enjoys interesting posts and I try to fuel that fire. Sometimes it is hard though, you know? Life is pretty good right now, good enough to not vent on this lovely blog of mine. Even if it was pretty bad right now, I probably wouldn't vent on this lovely blog of mine. This blog is dedicated to my senior year (and probably past that *a new idea*) and I don't want to waste the reader's time reading about my problems and mishaps.

Speaking of new ideas, I'm probably going to work at Hume this summer. I just sent in my application this week and I have to set up an interview. I really hope I get into a media position, that would be a dream come true. Getting paid for what I love doing!? Oh man, good stuff. I hope I love doing it. I'm thinking about continuing this "Wednesday" dress up deal forever. Wouldn't that be great? When I'm 40, I'll be sitting in my cubicle somewhere with a fancy outfit on, writing on this blog. Wouldn't that be something? I don't know. If I work at Hume, there's going to be some awesome possum updates. You can count on that.

Turkey-The Eating Sense

I ate the best turkey I've ever eaten today made by the one, the only, Jim Lehman. Wonderful.

Turkey-The Bowling Sense

These are my cats. I'm not wearing a tie today. I'm eating an apple.

We have no school today. I'd say that's pretty cool. So my cousin, Ryan McMahon, decides to show up. This is him:

He's a pretty cool dude. He subscribes to ESPN magazine, but upon reading Sports Illustrated, claims to like SI more. However, Rick Reilly recently moved from SI to ESPN, a major factor in Ryan's reading habits. Bill Simmons, although I have never heard of him, also is an influential writer in the world renowned magazine. We went bowling today. We bowled at Brunswick Bowling Alley on Cochran Ave. We bowled on lane 40. If you've ever been to Brunswick, you know they have rather annoying chairs connected to the tables. Lane 40 does not have these. It was nice. In remembrance of Thanksgiving tomorrow, Ryan and I each had our fill of turkey, that is, bowling three strikes in a row. The turkey gobble quickly filled the alley as each of us walked proudly back to the table. I felt like a pilgrim making my way from the Mayflower, even though George Washington proclaimed Thanksgiving Day while he was president.

I don't like the rain, but it is raining. This means I have to wear pants and shoes. If you know me, you know the dilemma. Plus, my car leaks when it rains. Awesome. Look at the clouds:

Irrelevant: Macbeth

This is an irrelevant blog post, but I figured I'd post it anyway. Today is the first day all year I am wearing jeans, and shoes for that matter, without out an event at school. However there is an occasion. You may notice the brand of the shoe: Macbeth. I am wearing shoes today because I have the final test on William Shakespeare's play "Macbeth." So there is a reason.

My buddy Nick Martinez is adement about getting into my blog. He drank someone else's Gatorade and then punched himself in the head enough times to knock a young boy out. And I'm putting him in here because I remembered to put him in here. Not because he drank someone else's Gatorade and then punched himself in the head enough times to knock a young boy out. Here's a picture of 'im.

TODAY is wednesday

I don't have a lot to talk about. I'm sorry. Today was cool. Natalia told me she was going to wear a tie today with business suit type thing. I was stoked. Then she didn't, but she looked very nice anyway. Today was cool. Kinda hot, but cool. Catch the fever? No sé. Yesterday in annual, I made a really cool "Random" image. I'll post it on here when I can. I've been feeling really random lately. I don't know why. Some weird things have been happening lately. For instance, I have been sleeping really bad lately, mainly because it is so hot. Thank you Al Gore for warning us.
Tonight, I am going to be going to an awards ceremony. Today's dress was for that occasion. I'd figured I would just wear it all day. This is also the same outfit I wore to Mike and Kristen's wedding. I don't think anyone knew that except Scott Weir until now. Oh, and about that picture. I'm not sure what it signifies. Maybe after tonight I will be in the limelight and have to ward of the paparazzi? I sure hope not.
About the ceremony, I submitted a photo into the PTSA Reflections contest at school. It has made it to the finals. Here's the pic:
Alright everybody, I hope you have a wonderful night and a wonderful rest of the week.

Until next time,
Morgan


P.S. I'm trying to design two different t-shirts for "Chapped." One of them (people who went last week saw the prototype, mainly Nico, Simón, Scott and a few others) is looking LEGITAMITE. My buddy Beau, who's drawing made it to the finals also btw, helped me out and drew up the lips. It looks SICK in all senses of the word. Hopefully it get's printed.

Alright everybody, I hope you have a wonderful night and a wonderful rest of the week.

Until next time,
Morgan

UPDATE: so I entered this contest, I made it to the final four in the photography "senior" division. I went to this event and did not get 1st place. I lost to a girl who took a picture of two birds. I knew it would win the moment I saw it. Luckily, the top four still move on to County. I'm hoping for the best!

Btw, the progressive dinner tonight was a lot of fun. I'm not sure why. Have a nice night.

18 y/o

Today is my official birthday. It's pretty crazy. K, check this out. I used to never tell anybody when my birthday was. This one time in elementary school, I went the entire day without anyone knowing and then with five minutes left in class, the principal, who has a birthday list I'm assuming, gives me a ribbon. My teacher was shocked, I was embarrassed. So now, in this day of age, that is strickly impossible. Technology—mainly Facebook—has informed the entire world and definitely makes it known when my birthday is. I don't know, I just think birthdays aren't really that important to celebrate as modern civilization does. Read my previous blog post on more complex birthday thoughts.

So today was pretty cool I guess. I wore an "I can tie my shoes" ribbon on my shirt, as I was wearing sandals, like always. Two people caught that irony. But I still can tie my shoes, I'm not denying that. So yeah, I got a lot of birthday comments which I guess was nice. Jill was very disappointed I did not dress up today. I told her she would be surprised and she sure was! I looked normal, what's wrong with that? I have drumline tonight, not exactly looking forward to it. Not the way a birthday, as much as I don't like them, should be spent. Oh well, I'll make the best of it.

EDIT: Drumline turned out to be pretty rad. I got there, the place was packed with cars cause of the Simi/Royal game, so I had to park like a mile away. Turns out Kelsey and Trevor were going to leave a gift upon my car, but they couldn't find it. I don't know if that's a good thing. I still haven't struck back from the "little mishap." Anyway, Kelsey was pretty bummed. The balloons are chillin' in the drum room. It will be a little memory. After practice, Mika "surprised" me with a cupcake that wasn't the size of a cup, it was more like a bowlcake. It was pretty awesome and still warm. I was definitely surprised that she would make something like that for me. Thanks Mika if you're reading this. For the record, I took it home, and I let my family help me finish it. Pretty good stuff.

THE PARTY


I had my party on November 11, Veteran's Day. Take a look at the invite:


I passed these out to a whole bunch of people, but in the end, I missed a few important people. Oh well, what's done is done. I'd say probably 25 something came. Let me tell you, it was a good time. We went back to the ROOTS. None of this modern day dance party/video game party conformity. We played real games- some phat relays, some crazy eating games, and some door to door soliciting madness. Here's the breakdown:

1. BUBBLE GUM BLOWING CONTEST. Pretty self-explanatory. Two wads of Dubble Bubble Bubble Gum. Single elimination.

2. Q-TIP MADNESS. Wrap partner in sticky side out packing tape. Other partner shoots q-tips through a straw. Team with the most q-tips stuck on them at the ends wins.

3. ORANGE BETWEEN NECKS. Two team relay. Pass orange by necks all the way down line. If the orange falls, start over.

4. BIGGER OR BETTER HUNT. Legit game, I’ll just tell you that. Teams get designated streets and 1 hour. The object of the game is to trade the first item, a paper clip, to attain bigger or better objects. You go as many houses as possible to accomplish this feat. My team was Tommy, Beau, Patrick, and Julian. We went from paperclip, to small molding, to Halloween bucket, to singing poker bear, to big “I love you” bear, to numerous items including a hair-infested rug, dusty flowers, giant wicker vase, and a cardboard box. This was our final product. Pretty decent I suppose. The team with the table saw won easily though.

5. MYSTERY EATS RELAY. Five teams line up. One at a time, the person would run to a brown paper bag, grab a food item randomly and eat and swallow its entirety. After a mouth check and proper waste disposal, contestant would tag next in line. Here’s the food items:
1. Big carrots
2. Broccoli
3. Red licorice
4. Snickers
5. V8 juice
6. Lemon
7. Dill pickle
8. Jalapeño-everybody’s favorite

This game is insanely awesome and will not be forgotten anytime soon.

btw, this shot of Kyle right here ^ is my favorite. He hates pickles, yet annihilated the obstacle. Look that the emotion in his face. Classic.

This was my party. I haven't had a party since my horrible 11th birthday party with seemed like 100 little immature, screaming boys. I'm shuddering as I write. This one was a whole lot of fun though and i hope everybody who was there had a good time. To everybody who didn't go, I'm really sorry you couldn't come/I didn't invite you. Either I didn't have enough invites, I didn't see you, or I did not have the opportunity to give you one. I wish every I have ever talked to could have come and had a great time. There would have been many benefits to that.

Two more things. 1st. I want to thank every single person who acknowledged me sometime in the last week. I know I hate birthdays and everything but it sure is great to see people that care to waste breath saying "happy birthday" to me. I am grateful for everybody who has ever made an effort to talk to me or do anything for/with me. I love you guys. Without you, I would be a recluse somewhere, kinda like the recluse I'm currently trying to make a movie about. You'll hear more on that later. So thanks again.
On that note, since you are reading this, you care. Thank you dedicated reader.


2nd. As I was opening cards and gifts, this one from my buddy Travis Yatomi made me sit in astonishment. This guy knows where it's at. Here is the front:



and the inside, reproduced in text below image:




"Yo Morgan,
Happy Birthday! But before you dismiss this card as banal, though artistic, look at it like this. I'll assume you were expecting crazy cards that most people would find unexpected, thus making it expected. But by giving you ac ard most people would expect, it suddenly becomes unexpected becasue you weren't anticipateing something expected. Hence, brilliant.
Your friend,
Travis Yatomi."


Yes, brilliance.


OH YES I ALMOST FORGOT!

check out all the pictures:

Facebook pt1: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=68453&l=dd487&id=714162753
Facebook pt2: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=68445&l=4d111&id=714162753
Myspace: http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=36646369&albumId=2289893



THANK YOU GREATLY

Donaldo

I'm not gonna write too much on today because I'm gonna write a whole lot tomorrow. So here it is. I don't know what I was today. I guess you could say I was Donald Duck. That's okay because I matched. I wore real hospital pants from '06. I got a comment, wow '06 that's pretty old. I replied, yeah, vintage. There's my story. I didn't like today's getup very much but whatever. Tonight was a whole lot of fun however at "CHAPPED" i love that name btw. i played drums tonight and really melded with the group. It was a good time. plus i was wearing pants and shoes. Not a common sight. Don't take that the wrong way. I wear shorts most of the time, not pants. Pants are a rarity. Tomorrow is my birthday and I guess I'm looking forward to it. I'm not sure what the point of birthdays are or why we celebrate them. Yay, a year older! is that a good thing? Im not sure. Old people don't want to get older, they want to stay young. But when you're young, all you want to get is older. When does that change? Life's little mysteries. That's life for ya.

Symbology

Yesterday was election day. I didn't dress up. People were disipointed. After I got to school, I realized I should have dressed in purple, you know, red and blue mixed. I think that would have been pretty cool. I don't have too many purple clothes though.

So this guy:

is our new president of the United States. I'm not sure if he can pull off a Clark Kent. The coming years are definitely going to be interesting for the United States of America. I'm not gonna' lie though, Obama's speech last night was pretty legit. He appealed to the nation's emotions last night- pathos. Mrs. Donohue taught me that. He didn't try to appeal to the ethics of the nation; he would definitely gotten some mixed emotions. And he did not try to appeal to the "logos" of the nation, that is making logical sense with all he said.

Funniest thing of the night though, watching the local news -KCAL 9- after the commotion, a reporter was speaking in front of a band who was jamming in a little club. The drummer to the reporters right, the guitarist to the left. They were jam jam jamming away as the reporter was speak speak speaking away. I don't what he was talking about, I wasn't watching him. It was one of the moments where you don't start laughing 'till after the fact, kinda like this moment- click away. I couldn't not stop laughing for a long while. Actual LOLing. Amazing.

Now explain the outfit. I wore a dead man's pants today. I'm going to go into that, mainly because I don't know as much information as I should. They were symbolizing the death of capitalism. I wore a silver tie and tie clip to represent the Robin Hood values of Barack Obama in that he is virtually stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. It really doesn't effect most people though. Oh well. I enjoyed making comparisons of the sort. Alrighty then, I guess I'm finished. "In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!" Name that movie.

Hallows

Halloween was not as great as everybody thought it'd be. at least I thought so. Let's start from the beginning. Wednesday night was the Harvest festival at church. It's mainly a little kids thing, so most of us "older folk" helped out. This was probably my favorite part of Halloween. The live band was pretty rockin,' never tiring. Mr. Ryan Cook I don't know how do it. Nonstop, it's impressive. All of the pics on this blog will be from that night. I guess it was pretty eventful.

Halloween day. I went to school, I dressed up in the Hawaiian gear again. Here was my philosphy. Halloween is a day that everybody dresses in costumes and makes complete fools of themselves. That's what I do at least once a week. So I figured I would dress "normally." BUT, it was Halloween after all so I dressed up anyway, but not near as much as I could have. This was a lukewarm situation. If you are cold, or hot that okay, but lukewarm is a definite no-no. That was my mistake. I let everybody down. People were expecting me to either go all out, or not dress at all, both of which I did not do.

*Newsflash* This just occurred to me. It seems as if I did exactly what I wanted to do. I did the absolute unexpected, no one expected me to somewhat dress up. My deed is done. I got a lot of "I'm disappointed"s which wasn't all that great, but, hey, my nonconformity worked like a charm.

Whatever. Halloween night was a very strange event in itself. I really don't want to go into much detail, but it really was a night of wasted time, energy, sleep, and everything else. But it was pretty fun. I love contradictory statements and paragraphs that have no meaning or truth to them whatsoever. It was better than sleeping though. I adore sleep, but it is no fun. I just like being rested and awake and not tired. So going out last night was a good time in that sense. I didn't spend it not making memories. Double negatives. Then I had to wake up to take the lovely SAT""""S. QUOTATION: here's one:::""

"Then a corpse came into the scene of the shadow of jittery chairs. Then a hat of doom was Eurasia and the panic of It's Wednesday was Relief. An alarming accordion fell of phantom. The butterfly of apparition of mysterious 1930's died in a car crash. Appalling of im flew away in suspicious eerie confusion." -Connor Lott 10|29|08

ps|| do you like the larger pictures?

october twenty-ninth

So here's the story. On Tuesday, Mr. Downey was talking about the competitive monopoly of jeans. 26 of the 30 some kids were wearing jeans, including myself, a rarity if you know me. Anyway, I don't know how it came up, but someone said wearing a tie, nice shirt, and jeans was tacky and dorky. I sought to prove that wrong. So I did the next day: Wednesday. I also wore this crazy hat that a lot of people liked, but, I must say, I am not particularly fond of it. I looked like a European paper boy, hence the newspaper in the picture.
Close enough. Tomorrow's going to be interesting, to say the least. It is, afterall, Halloween.

Uh Oh Oreo

I have my post, I just don't have time to post it. I'll get to it. Everybody who reads this, I am grateful for your dedication. You will get what you came for. In the meantime watch this video:

Skin Disease

Friday of Red Ribbon Week at school: dress in red day. Being me, I decided to go against the norm and not dress in red, rather, I painted my body red and wore white. I said it was a rash. One did hardcore believed me. I felt kinda bad. Whatever. As I write this, my brother Connor says I look "really sunburned." I don't blame him. A bunch of people said that. I also got the "Oompa Loompa" response. Alrighty. Just another friday. This next couple weeks are going to be nuts. No doubt in my mind.

BLOOD

Pretty cool day. I donated a pint of blood. I feel pretty good. The people working there really enjoyed my outfit. It says "TAKE MY BLOOD" btw. It's kind of hard to read in the picture. Sorry about that. I ate a "hearty" meal of a Grilled Stuft Burrito from Taco Bell, then dos tacos once I got home. Something pretty funny: when you donated blood at Royal High School, you received a free t-shirt, always a plus. Check it out.
See anything wrong? Oh baby.....someone made a mistake. But, what do you expect? We're all humans! I made a mistake similar to that a week ago: see previous post.
Today was some intense filming as we worked from right after school (3 pm) to 9:30 pm. A good six and a half hours of work. I got kinda frustrated at some certain things that I will not go into detail about, but you can make inferences and try to guess what I was frustrated about. Good luck. We got some sweet shots though. Pretty insanely legit if you ask me. Just wait and see. You will.
To honor BLOOD, watch this video. You'll enjoy it.

Relatively Irrelevant: Weekandy

So I went to school on Friday in spirit clothes. I've never done that before. Plus, I was wearing my royal brigade shirt, something else I have never done before. Pretty crazy. People seemed to like it though. For instance, I walked into the choir room during second period to deliver a dvd and the teacher exclaimed, "Wow, I don't think you have enough school spirit." I didn't get what she was talking about as I forgot I was wearing what I was wearing. Lovely.
Then that night was non-uniform night for drumline=STOKED. So much better, I couldn't believe it. I actually had a pretty good time talking with people 'cause i wasn't in my stupid uniform. For the record, I know there was a few people who wanted to talk to me while I was walking around, sorry if I ignored you. There were a few people at the game that wouldn't have come under normal circumstances, so I felt they were the primary social event. Don't worry. In other news, our team got killed. I wasn't the best game of the year, you can be sure of that.

Alright so Saturday=the Royal Classic.
Holy cow, what a day. So we performed twice, doing the exact same thing twice, twice. Did you hear me? Twice. We had to dress, do our show, then play for awards. Twice, twice. Pretty crazy if you ask me. It was a long day to say the least. It was a good time though, one of the better Royal Classic's I've helped/performed at. So here's the story. I was asked to design the cover of the program, so I sent a rough draft in with an accidental spelling error. I quickly fixed it, but because it was a rough draft I figured it was okay. To make a long story short, it wasn't. They printed my rough draft! So hundreds and hundreds of programs went out into the world yesterday with a phat spelling error right on the front of the stupid thing. I felt like such an idiot. Moving on. Evening performance. Senior get to wear kilts. Interesting situation. Let me explain. Traditional kilt wearing often times involves no undergarments, especially in the Scotland. This quote is directly taken from Wikipedia.com: "in some circumstances underwear is prohibited by military regulations." Look at that: prohibited. So, it's always an interesting time when the seniors put on their kilts. Not many people do it. Most either chicken out from fear of falling or being checked. I figured this is the only time I'm going to wear a kilt in my entire life and if I am going to in fact wear a kilt, I will be the most Scottish I could possibly be. So me and four others in the band went for it. Little did I know, while drumline was away warming up, the four others got caught and had to change. This left me. The only senior in the entire band being a traditional Scot. I am proud to say the least. I have left my legacy upon the Royal Highland Brigade and I sure hope the seniors next year will be able to wear the kilts as the 2009 seniors have.

Sunday: I began filming with my buddies from "White Washed." We are doing the sequel. It's gonna blow your mind. Pretty intense story line let me tell you. If you didn't already know, this is "White Washed" Watch it. You won't regret it. And then you'll be able to watch the sequel without missing a beat! Hooray! So anyway: a good time. Then, to a leadership BBQ at my youth pastor's house. We had some tight discussion about prayer and the emotional and physchological aspects of it. Pretty heavy stuff. I really enjoyed it, and got a whole lot of out. Plus, I ate about 12 pieces of DELICIOUS tri-tip my youth paster Jimbo cooked up. Oh, I can taste the savory goodness in my mouth as I type. Wonderful. Overall, night well spent.

This blog post reminds me of Kyle Dietz' blog entries. He's got some pretty good stuff and a whole lot to say. I have enormous respect for this kid, as he pours out his heart for the world to see, fighting the battles of modern day Christianity. He's settin' a mighty fine example for a working Christian that's for sure. Keep up the good work.

Starving Artist

Today I was a starving artist. I am mad that I did not grab a paintbrush and stick it on top of my ear all day. However, I did take a pencil and stick it on top of my ear all day. Nobody probably noticed it, actually the person who did NOT notice it was Kelsey Kras. She told me to put it on my ear. I was starving today. I wore some sweet "RealD" glasses that my sister got at the movies when she saw "Journey to the Center of the Earth," a 3d film. It was expensive and she got a complimentary pair of glasses. They were pretty cool I guess. They freaked all sorts of people out because the lens acted exactly as 3d glasses should.

I don't have much news, except for I have lots of graphic projects I have to do, most as favors for people. Maybe I should stop excepting these jobs. Hopefully they will turn out nice and be visually pleasing to every eye that directs it's attention towards it. That means I have done my job, the job I was hired, rather asked, to do.

By the way, I spent way to much time modifying my picture for today. I hope you like it. After all, I am doing this for you.


ADDITION: Tonight was the Fast Food Frenzy at youth group at Simi Community. Boy was it a good time. Highlight: Jack in the Box, talking about Gabe's extra extra large root beer float from A&W. Ripped, chained men in the basement scooping mounds of ice cream for the sweaty strong woman to give to Gabe. Wonderful. So insanely funny. But it get's better. Then, good ol' Neil walks up, just when we are finishing the root beer float convo and sings the Grease Lighting song while doing a little jig. We all look at him in utter disbelief, completely disoriented, when, suddenly, Scott lets outs a monstrous laugh. The table erupts, so funny, in fact I'm chuckling as I write this. I can't believe that even happened. So funny. THEN, while we are laughing, everybody in the restarant is yelling "WHO IS 309!" Of course this just gets good ol' Nate started. I'm gripping my nose as I write this, soo funny. We start talking about Jimmy and Debbie being power mongers and getting down to business to who this "309" is. I can't even explain it. Here are a few pictures to sum it up. I can't believe it, it was so funny, yet my words can not even begin to relay the comidic value Jack in the Box had upon Morgan Lott, Sean Cook, Scott Weir, Nathan Hernandez, and Gabe Kirkpatrick.