Pure genius!

Ever had a bag of Lays potato chips? The ones with the basic flavor? You know what's genious about it? Look at the ingredients. There's only 2 or 3! And they charge as much as they do for other chips that have about 40 ingredients. It's dirt cheap to make, and they charge as much as other brands do for stuff with more ingredients. They've gotta be making a ton of money off of that stuff! It's like watching people buy a can of soda for a dollar, when for an extra dollar (or maybe just one dollar if ther's a sale), you can get two liters! I don't care about searching stores to save a few cents on a item, and wasting the same amount of gas going to different stores to compare prices, but I hate it when people just throw their money away. And I think it's cool that Lays and other companies can charge as much for original flavor chips as they do for barbeque or whatever.

Yes, this was another post about chips, but chips are very important to me.

More about vacuums

I didn't break the vacuum cleaner! Apparently the fan that sucks stuff up got broken. One of the pieces, while spinning at high RPM, flew into the top of the plastic case around it, and broke it. That must have been the bang I heard. There's not much suction left, since it's broken, so we had to borrow a neighbor's vacuum with one more day before the Days of Unleavened Bread started. We were able to clean everything like we wanted to, but were weren't expecting to lose our vacuum. We still have to buy a new one.

Passover was interesting, there weren't many people online for a while, but I managed to talk to Charles for a little while on the phone that night. Later I got to talk to Jon Gregory on the phone. I hadn't talked to him since before the shooting, so it was great to catch up with him. He was in good spirits, sounded like the same old Jon. I decided not to talk to him about the obvious since everyone else has done that, and telling them your life story gets annoying after a while. Saturday was good, had a good service. We went to the Wakefield's for the NTBMO, and Alex Meredith's family was there too. We got to drink wine and champagne, had a great meal, and a lot of fun talking to each other. Sunday I got to sleep in, since services were at 2:00. We met at the Westin Hotel, instead of our usual meeting hall, and I think everyone preferred the Westin. It was a lot cleaner, there was a comfy couch and chairs that we could sit in and talk, and it would only cost a little more. I think we should seriously consider meeting there more often. Once again Phil Sena gave the sermon, and he is just amazing. He tells you about the topic in a way so that it's not like you've heard it a thousand times before, and then he goes into the reasons why things happened the way they did. He then compares that to our lives today physically and spiritually, and it just amazes you that you read over it, and didn't realize the symbolism. He can make complex things easier to understand, so I enjoy hearing from him when I can.

Well, I've gotta find a way to last a week without cookies or pizza or practically everything that I eat all the time. I miss my sin (leaven).

B-ball and vacuums

Exciting stuff first. Today I cleaned out the car with the vacuum. My dad was going to pick up some groceries and stuff later, so he wanted me to do some vacuuming under the dinner table and under the couch cushions while he was gone. I do the living room floor, and am about to do under the cushions. I lift the first one up, and before I can get anything done, I hear a loud bang. I look at the cleaner, and either smoke or dust comes out. Not a lot, so it was probably dust, but I turned the vacuum off, and backed away. I'm gonna let my dad try to fix it, rather than get yelled at for doing it myself.

Yesterday I played basketball with my friend Chris yet again. Didn't play any games, just shot around for a while. Stopped at Taco Bell, and returned to the park. There was a black guy with the trunk of his car open, and a baby stroller next to it. As we got closer, we saw that there was gasoline and fertilizer in the stroller. We went to the other side of the park, afraid the guy was making bomb. After eating our food, and after that guy left, we went over to the court and played some more b-ball.

Speaking of basketball, the playoffs are here! Quick question. How many people have finished the regular season in the top five in scoring, assists, and steals? Answer? None! Until Allen Iverson this year. #1 in scoring, #5 in assists, and I think #3 in steals. This will be his 4th scoring title. He is the man! He deserves an NBA Championship.

Got more b-ball hopefully this week. Gonna get into shape before camp (hahahahahaha) if I can. Since I'll be outside so much, I might actually get a tan! Hahahahahaha! Look like I'm actually from Florida! Ahhhhh, I crack myself up sometimes.

Doritos are addictive!

My dad bought 2 bags of Doritos the other night. One was Nacho Cheese, the other was Cooler Ranch. After having one Nacho Cheese flavored chip, I was ready to eat the whole bag. I would have seriously needed restraint. Crack has to be one of the main ingredients in that stuff. Other chips that I like I can force myself to stop eating at some point. Not this stuff. Who needs drugs when you've got Doritos? More proof that they're addictive is when we started eating the Cooler Ranch flavored ones. They're not my favorite flavor, but I couldn't help myself. They tasted ok, but I couldn't stop eating them. I need to go to a Doritos Annonymous class. I've at least taken the first step by admitting I have a problem.

Aside from that, I got a hair cut on Friday. Short spiked hair cut, which everyone except my dad likes. I also played basketball on Friday with some friends for a few hours. We played 2 on 2 before one of them had to leave. Played a little 21, then some horse. In the first game of horse, I was a maniac, making nearly every shot. Even the circus shots my friends made that I usually can't make were somehow going in. Luck bounces and everything, it was great to dominate for a little while. It went away when my friend started making more circus shots, I got off rhythm, and he came back to win. Then the next game my other friend started making everything he shot. In the last game, my other friend started making everything. It was pretty cool that we each had a game of dominance. Ahh, basketball, the game of champs.

Eric Clapton is the mizzan!

I'm borrowing an Eric Clapton cd my mom has. It has pretty much all the famous songs that he wrote. When I first heard it, I was surprised that I remembered the songs, but didn't know they were by him. Sunshine Of Your Life and White Room would have to be my 2 favorites. I'm a sucker for classic rock songs. I could live off of them. And water. And food. And shelter. And my Bible. And basically everything else I have. But the point is that I love that stuff. It could be the simplest, happiest song ever, or it could a 2 minute solo where the guitarist plays more chords than most guitarists today know how to play. If only I had an ounce of his talent....

More worldly nonsense

I had a post on here about how sick I was with women being used and allowing themselves to be used. Wouldn't you know it, I found some more repulsing examples, and I figured I share 2. The first was a commercial. The whole time there's a woman who was saying hi to guys, but using a different name each time. Then it ended with some guy saying "Las Vegas. Whatever happens here, stays here." What was that woman thinking when she agreed to do that commercial!? "Maybe I'll get my big break by playing a tramp in Vegas!" What great credentials to show at an audition! Anywho, the other thing was the Miss America pageant. We don't care what talents you have, or that you can't answer a real question with a real answer, we just want to see you in a bikini, so that we can say you're the prettiest woman in America. As some of my friends have said before, "it's a farce!"

Well, on a better note, I played more basketball today with some friends. After all that basketball last week, it helped get me back into shape, so when I got home, I wasn't that tired. I actually did a pretty good job shooting, so I'm happy. I hope I can play more often, and stay in shape. That's a major thing I wanna do before camp. If I'm gonna be teaching kids how to throw a football or whatever, I had better look like someone that can throw a football.

Speaking of camp, I'm so exciting that it's getting closer. I'm most likely going to go to the L4T before camp. Why not? An extra to spend with friends that I never get to talk to or see as much as I want. Count me in!

My Sabbath

As everyone is aware of, today was the church-wide fast. What a great way to open an entry, point out the obvious. Anywho, my dad had one of his severe sinus attacks, so we couldn't go to services. That meant I got to stay up late and sleep in late, hehe. We watched a video by Mr. Bryce called "Two Trees, Two Houses". It was the one that Terry Ratzmann walked out of part way through 2 weeks before killed people. I didn't find anything in there that would be offensive. The point of the message was that we have 2 choices, good or bad, life or death, and that Christ doesn't see a middle ground. It was a good sermon, and I recommend that you all see it, if you haven't already. I've been looking through the youth forum and whatnot, and checking my buddy list, hoping someone will come online to talk to.

Yesterday was interesting. My mom called me with an offer for a job. The guy who worked on her house needs a helper, since the old one doesn't work for him anymore. Sounds like a good idea, but then I find out that I'd be working full time Monday through Friday. I'd be living with my mom and her husband. They drink too much, my mom smokes, her husband doesn't get violent, but has a short temper. They're not going to drive me an hour and a half to go to services, and they're not interested in attending. I don't have my own car since I can't afford one, or the insurance, but if my mom bought me one, by the time I got it, so that I could go to services if I wanted to, I'd be fed up with living there. There's no internet connection at home, so I wouldn't be able to stay in contact with my friends. Is some money and seeing my mom really worth that? I don't think so. I visit her for a week or less occasionally, and that's good and all, but a week is plenty. I still have to call her back and tell her that I'm not interested in the job.

That night I called Tabi and talked to her for 3 hours. We had a good conversation. I called Laura after that, but she was tired from her week, and was sleepy, so we talked for about half an hour. I spent pretty much the rest of the night on the computer, talking to whoever was still up that late. Charles tried to convince me I'm a girl magnet, and I tried to convince him he's stupid.

Well, that's about all going on right now. Might play some basketball Sunday, or call Charles. I'm looking forward to eating and drinking again. Surprisingly, even though I have no fat on me for my body to use while I fast, I'm feeling pretty good. I hope everyone else's fast has been going as well. Take care everyone.

Something great

For years, I've felt that I'm capable of doing something great. It wasn't out of arrogance, I just had a feeling. Ever had a feeling like that? I've always wondered what it is that I would do that would be so great. It's not my ultimate destiny that I get this feeling about, but it feels more like something that I'll make. Now a year or so ago, out of nowhere, a piano song popped into my head. I had created part of piano song in my mind for no reason. Since then, I've come up with a few more songs, so I wonder if I'll write a great song one day. Music can be a very emotional thing, and there are some songs out there that can generate a feeling that most of the rest can't. Can I create a song like that? Do I really have what it takes to create an epic song?

I hope one day to learn the piano, so that I can get these songs out of my head. The way my mind works, if I come up with something, like a story idea, song idea, or whatever, my mind keeps reminding me of it until I start making it. After that, it leaves me alone. I don't want to be reminded of songs I haven't made yet for the rest of my life. Even if I'm playing a song written by someone else, it's a good service to do something like that for Holy Day music, or to entertain people.

To conclude, I think that there's probably something great that everyone is capable of. We need to find what that is, and do it. We can all do something of interest, and to me, music is one of the best "great" things that we can do.

I'm sick of the world

While watching some tv, I saw an example of women being used, and the women not caring. It reminded me the other night when I was watching Law & Order SVU, there was a character who talked about women like they were sex objects. It wasn't real, but that sort of stuff is out there, everywhere. I don't understand how women can put up with men using them. I can't understand how men can put up with women using them. Friendships and relationships should be symbiotic, not parasitic. How can people do that to each other? How can people live with themselves knowing that they're using someone or being used?

It's so strange, that as I was growing up, the shows I watched on tv emphasized friendship, trustworthiness, valuing others, all that good stuff. What caused everyone to forget all the good things they learned? Don't they feel any remorse? What are they going to tell God when He asks them why they treated people the way they did?

I feel like I'm naive sometimes when I think that there has to be people out there, besides those in the church, who value good as the most important thing in their life. Had I not been in the church, I doubt I would have found anyone, man or woman, who shared my values. I'm glad that I have friends who don't put others down, and who think of the other person's well-being. They don't use others for gain, and don't allow themselves to be used. They stand up for what they believe in, and give support to their friends if they can.

I might act stupid sometimes, or say something I shouldn't from time to time, but if I do, I don't mean it. I would never do anything to hurt my friends. Without them, I would be more of a loser than I am. I'd be an anti-social nutjob who wouldn't know to act around women, and would end up scaring them off. Thank you everyone for helping make me the person that I am. Thank you for being there if I needed to talk.

Somehow I went from one topic to another, but that's ok I guess. I should be going now, it's late. Have a good week everyone.

My first blog post, ever!

Well, this is my first post. Will anyone care? Probably not. Is this site anything special? No. Why am I doing this? Because I wanted to see what having a blog is like. I don't even know how many people I'll tell about my blog. I doubt many people would be interested in what I have to say.

Well, this week got off to a good start. On Sunday I ate lunch with one of my dad's business partners. He was a pretty cool guy, and I'm hoping he can help my dad get paid soon. Afterwards I called Charles and talked to him for about 45 minutes before my friend Chris picked me up to go to the park and play basketball. I knew one of the kids at the park, and Chris knew some of the kids there, and we played 4 on 4 for a few minutes before 2 of the kids who smoke decided that their lungs couldn't take anymore. I did absolutely horrible. I did so bad, I thought about giving up basketball altogether. I talked to Gina later that night, and we talked for a while.

Monday wasn't exciting. It took me about an hour and a half to fall asleep, and I went to bed late, so I was tired when I woke up. I was playing Star Wars Rogue Squadron, and I finally got a gold medal on the only level I didn't have one, so I've completely beat the game. Not much for a high point of my day. I hope that my later blogs can be more exciting than this.