Warm and FUZZZY

When I was little, one thing made me happy during the holiday season. Hot chocolate, blankets and movies. As the years have progressed and I have become more evolved as a person, every holiday season I love to snuggle up with some hot chocolate and a movie. This past year is where I derive my warmest and most fuzzy memory of them all.

Last year on December 21st my brother and I watched all three Lord of the Rings throughout the course of the day. If you haven't seen the Lord of the Rings series, they are three hours each. We spent nine hours secluded in my little basement sippin hot chocolate and watching the most epic battles scenes known to man. I know that doesn't sound warm and fuzzy to a lot of people. But that time with my favorite person in the world just watching movies was my fuzziest memory of them all.

NY Times

sac·ro·sanct · (adjective)
1 : most sacred or holy : inviolable
2 : treated as if holy : immune from criticism or violation

When I read my about my first person, I came across Bob Herbert who is a columnist for the New York Times. He caught my eye because I like to think of myself as a columnist I suppose. Bob Herbert joined the NY Times staff in 1993 and he writes a twice a week column about social trends or political affairs. Although Mr. Herbert has established himself as a wonderful columnist even his works aren't sacrosanct. He often receives criticism about his work from the general public.
The next person I chose to take a look at was Lynn Zinser. She caught my eye because she is a sports writer for the Times which is somewhat surprising. I'm not saying it's weird that she is a woman sports writer, it is just unique. She has been on the staff since 2003 and she typically covers Olympic athletes. She is pretty awesome, end of story.

ughhhhhhh...kicking field goals rules.

Last week I kicked fields goals, it was amazing. First of, don't get the wrong impression, I am by no means "good" at kicking field goals. I suck. My dream is to someday kick a forty-two yard field goal, but I'm going to have to do some serious calf work if I want to become a legend of the Trinity football field. My passion first came to me when I was watching a Nebraska game. I was sitting there and in the third quarter Dan Titchener revealed a pretty routine 42 yard punt. It looked fun so I drove over with some friends to Trinity Lutheran Church and for a little while we attempted to punt it as far as we could. After the punting became dull, we started working on my one and only love, kicking field goals. I now typically go about once a week to kick field goals, it is awesome.

I am thankful for family and my dog

With Thanksgiving fast approaching I guess it is a good time to focus on what I'm really thankful to have in my life. First and foremost is my family. Although most of the time I don't feel thankful at all to have my parents, I guess they are pretty important. My brothers are the most important thing in my life. In high school my groups of friends have changed many times but I have come to realize that my brothers are always there for me. We are a really close group of brothers and I am truely blessed to have two people in my life who I can tell anything. After my family I guess I am thankful that my ten year old dog hasn't died yet. Her name is Abby and she is a really old mutt who suffers from terrible allergies...I love her. I think this may be her last Thanksgiving before making the move to the "afterlife". But for now I am thankful for her and her terrible allergies and her huge fat stomach... I love my dog.

Hope

Well first of I hope for a lot of things. I hope I go to a good college, I hope I finish my senior year strong, I hope my ACT score will come up and I hope I will keep in touch with my friends from high school. Hope to me doesn't really do much though. Whenever I hope for something it's kinda like I wish for it and when I wish for something, it never seems like I give my full effort to that subject. I've come to realize that hoping or wishing for something to happen, never really gets the job done. The only way to get something done is to do it and because I can't sit around and hope for my ACT score to rise I have to study and work at it. Oh well I guess hope for something is a good thing, but I need to get stuff done, mainly because I am a piece of crap.

HmmmBLAH

I believe a Honda Ruckus is the most efficient way of traveling ever. This summer I want to get a Honda Ruckus, it's kinda like a a moped except about forty five times cooler.(If you have never seen one I believe you should now take the time to visit Google Images and type in Honda Ruckus.) I first became aware of the Honda Ruckus because of MTV's hot show, Rob and Big. In Rob and Big both of the main characters (Rob and Big) drive Ruckus's. The Ruckus's tiny 49cc motor helps the Ruckus get up to speeds of 43 miles an hour. I believe a Ruckus is the most efficient way to travel mainly because they are awesome, but also because of their amazing gas milage(107 mpg!!!!) A new Ruckus costs around $2,000 so hopefully I can save up enough dough to make my Ruckus dream, into a Ruckus reality. This blog probably said Ruckus way to much, but I don't care...Ruckus's rule.

Hamburgers suck

So tonight I went to a local eating establishment.  I hadn't eaten in around twenty minutes so naturally, being an American, I was starving.  I procedeed to sit at my table in the far back of the restaurant and ordered what I had been thinking about the entire night, a huge beefy burger.  I relayed my wish for the perfect burger to my waitress and about twenty minutes later i received what I had wanted(in a sense).  I was starving and yet I had no desire to ever eat again with what seemed like a forty five pound burger in front of me.  I looked at my waitress in an almost questioning way.  If she could have read my thoughts it would have probably sounded like this, "Really waitress you are just going to give me the whole cow then?" Luckily she was just a normal person and didn't read my mind so I just gave her a hopeless look which she probably took as a thank you.  I took about four bites of my burger that was mediocre at best. After those four bites I hated every part of my existence.  If you ever go to a restaurant in the near future let these please warn you at least a little.  If the hamburger costs more than three dollars I urge you, don't get it.  You will not even come close to eating half of the burger so just don't get it....Please.. I hate burgers.  

What I learned...First Quarter

This quarter I was basically worthless. I learned that in order to make things in my life balanced my senior year I have to divide my team evenly among my activities. Applying for scholarships and colleges has been a big part of my life in the opening weeks of the school year and consequently my grades haven't been exactly where I would like them to be. I know that going to a good college is very important to me but I still have to maintain good grades in order to reach my ultimate goal of receiving scholarship money. I also learned that my mom is crazy in many ways. Most of the time she is funny and weird but sometimes she turns into a scholarship Nazi. I'm pretty sure she would kill me if I didn't apply for every scholarship known to man, which is a tough feat to conquer. I love my mom but sometimes, because of her fervour towards scholarships, I think she is just trying to get me out of the house by the cheapest means possible. O well, this quarter I learned I have to work for what I want. Thank goodness I get three more chances while I'm still stuck in high school...

Top Ten...uhhhh

Top ten ideas....
Top ten reasons to model your life after Geraldo Rivera.

Top ten reasons to eat meat.

Top ten reasons math doesn't matter.

Top ten reasons being a journalist rocks

10. Journalist have more fun than anyone else...ever.
9. We get to leave school about once a month which is awesome.
8. Being in the journalism room is like having another family.
7. Seeing your name in print.
6. You can write something that someone will read. (mothers count)
5. If you get to be a hot-shot journalist you can travel a lot.
4. Your job is to tell a story.
3. You get to write.(writing is the best)
2. You get a fair share of sufficiently awkward interviews.
1. The shape and voice of a story is up to you.

Dreamin'

Last year when I took AP psychology and we turned to the chapter on dreams I realized how few dreams I remember. As I sat in class hearing all of these ridiculous and funny dreams I sat quietly twiddling my thumbs wishing I had cool dreams to recount. While I don't remember many dreams when I was little I had a strange recurring dream that is in no way interesting or even relatively entertaining. I have never told this to anyone before so read very carefully as I attempt to tell verbatim my dream.

I was a little boy of around twelve and I shivered as I sat quivering against the cold waiting for the familiar sight of my dad's grey 626 Mazda. Out of the corner of my eye I suddenly saw two six foot tall robbers. (I don't know how I knew they were robbers, I just did..) They apparently thought I had something to be robbed so these two gigantic robbers chased me from my spot on the curb back on to the Fremont High School track. I began to run around the track and the robbers chased me. This went on for approximately 45000 hours until my alarm woke me up back into the real world.

I'm terribly sorry if you read that I realize you probably have millions of dreams that are way better than that, but as for now that's the best I've got. I guess I'm just gonna have to lay my head down and keep on dreamin, hoping that one day I will receive a present from the big man upstairs, in the form of a really awesome dream.

The ACT according to an eighteen year old.

Ok so tonight as I was supposed to be looking over my ACT packet, I decided to just blog about the ACT instead..close enough.  The last time I took the ACT i received a 25 and all that really means is that I am comfortably mediocre.  I want to get into a good college but I guess I just don't see how a standardized test should be able to determine the amount of scholarship money I will earn.  I understand that it helps weed out students and it could be an indication of where you stand smarts wise but I know plenty of awesome people who would do crappy on that test.  I bet really awesome people like Confucius or Ghandi would have gotten a twelve on that sucker and I dunno about you but if I was a college and I didn't offer them any scholarships I would feel pretty dumb because those guys rule.  No offense ACT but nobody likes you.  That was probably horribly mean and rude but I have yet to meet someone who says "I love the ACT it brings sunshine and happiness into my world!"  I guess its probably a good thing I haven't met that person because if I ever do she(yes I am sexist) will be suffering a knot on the head, compliments of the people's elbow.  I'm sure that if i would have gotten like a 35 instead of a 25 this blog would be going in a complete opposite direction.  Luckily for you (whoever you are) I am not contempt with being mediocre so you now get to read my nearly incoherent ramblings about the ACT.  Whatever, I hate smart people.

I used to look at dinosaur bones

When I was little every year my mom, dad, brother and I would go to Morrel Hall in Lincoln, NE. The reason for our visit was because for my brother's entire childhood he was absorbed in the world of dinosaurs. He had multiple dinosaur models, collectables and books. I went along with the tradition until my brother was about thirteen. This would have made me about ten at the time and when we pulled up to Morrel Hall I thought dinosaurs are dumb. As I stood inside Morrel Hall listening to how many teeth a Stegasauras had I realized I didn't care one bit. That was some time ago, eight years have passed since my first hate for prehistoric creatures first spawned. Now I will take you on a mental trek in order to show you the deep psychological reasons I hate those scaly toothed punks....
1. Dinosaurs don't matter.
The more I think about a logical reason people look at the bones of a dead animal that isn't coming back the more I feel flagergasted. Dinosaurs no longer matter and neither do you, if you take the time to go to dumb places like Morrel Hall. There was obviously a good reason dinosaurs died and I think that reason is precisely the reason people go to look at them now, they are a waste of time. People couldn't be alive when dinosaurs were alive because dinosaurs would have eaten all of us. The big guy upstairs must have decided that dinosaurs were so boring that he would kill them all off. Now, dumb people centuries later waste huge portions of their days looking at these boring dead animals. They weren't cool back then and they aren't cool now..get over it chump.
2. Artists can't draw a good picture.
Every picture I have ever seen of a dinosaur sucks. One time I thought I saw a cool picture of a dinosaur, and then I realized it was just a turtle. A turtle slightly resembles a dinosaur and I was almost fooled into believing a cool animal looked a lot like a sucky animal. I know you can argue that the turtle is just an evolved form of some dinosaur but that dinosaur is dead and the turtle is alive so obviously the turtle is way cooler. Back to the point, dinosaurs are lame and so is every artist's depiction of a dinosaur.
3. I hate dinosaurs
Ok, well this post is taking to long and I don't really want to tell you every reason a dinosaur is awful you are just gonna have to accept it. Quit wasting your life with dumb ol dead dinos and move on to something awesome...like water polo.

If I'm a bad dancer, so are you.

This past weekend I chose to skip my high school homecoming dance and attend the Nebraska, Virginia Tech game. Nebraska lost the game and in case you didn't watch it, it was a pathetic display of football that will always make me a little angry everytime I think about it. Reflecting on my decision to skip the dance, I came to realize that I am a completely awful dancer and so is everyone else. It doesn't really matter if you think you are good at dancing because the only objective in dancing is to thrust and gyrate your body faster and more graceful than everyone else on the "dance flo". Don't get me wrong I can bump and grind with the best of them, but because of my flailing movements that apparently don't look good I am labeled a bad dancer. I happen to think that such moves as "the moonwalk" or "the soulja boy" look way worse when put up against my "sprinkler" or "lawn mower". Next time you see me struttin' my goods don't label my moves as awful because I will turn around and punch you...directly in the face. Your dancing is bad and mine is awesome. How do I come to that conclusion? Beauty is in the feet of the dancer and my size ten Sombas think my dancing is amazing.

I am a bad voter

As the presidential election nears, I find myself caring less and less. Sure it comes down to John McCain and Barack Obama but I don't know enough about either of the candidates to feel my vote will be well placed. I think that in the case of many younger people, the spark and fire to go out and learn the candidates stance on different issues just isn't there. The president will obviously make a huge difference on many things and if I voted on a whim and hated the new president, the blame would be partly on me. My uneducated vote I feel would be better uncast. I am only 18 years old and because of my immaturity and lack of knowledge of the inner workings of our government, my vote will lay dormant, for this election at least.