A little treasure

I was looking through my files on our old and decrepit computer and stummbled upon this unfinished treasure...




The president suspected something was wrong. He was soon proven correct. Out of the darkness came a deep droning sound. The sound of the didgeridoo. the president turned his head to face the sound. His eyes enlarged “No” he gasped. The whole hill in front of him seemed to move. Soon the sound of the didgeridoo was overpowered by the sound of tiny, barking dogs. The president suddenly realized the threat of a Chihuahua invasion wasn’t a joke.

”Mr. President!!” cried the body guard, “we gotta move!!!!”
“I don’t believe it,” whispered the president. There always were strange death threats to the president but this… this was absurd!! How could an innocent Chihuahua farmer do, this?!

…

The head of the secret service, Agent Smith, breathed a sigh of relief when they had finally reached the Boeing 747 that served as Air Force One. He lost one man to the deranged Chihuahuas. Smith was still in shock over the hole incident. The man had shown great potential as a member of the secret service. He shivered at the thought. How could his best agent be dead? “Not even James Bond was invincible,” he thought.

Smith couldn’t sleep. Imagages of the swarming canines continued to flash through his mind. The screams were the worst. He could still hear them. Somehow he the crowd managed to be heard over the deafening yipping of the chihuahuas. And that other noise. That lone drone, what the hell was that…

...

The room was dark. How interesting, a room with no corners, an oval office. What person would design such a room? A person similair to the ones who killed Maria. Those villians, they will know fear! They will know pain.

a project

I managed to design this in CATIA and this prototype was made with a FDM machine. It's a cheese grater (because I know you can't tell) the actual grater was supposed fit between the two prongs and but a team mate working on the project let me down. so now, no grater.

Dark is a noun.

Alone is bad.

Nothing good becomes of being alone. Yet I want it. As far back as second grade I would escape to my room and take long showers just to be alone. Alone happened often. I used to believe that I needed alone time. Time to just relax and unwind. Alone was like a blanket to me. Something to keep me wam and cozy. Something I could wrap myself in at night and fall asleep with. Alone was a parasite disguised as a blanket. Not only did I let it suck much of my life away, I wanted it to. I wanted to be with alone. Alone is dark.

Dark is decietful. Appearing as the comforting alone it is actually a place that causes me frustration, anxiouty, and sadness. A feeling a kin to the place the bible describes as having weeping and gnashing of teeth.
I think I could see past the veil of alone and see the evil that lay behind. And I accepted it. That monster.

I feel like this was ultimately my down fall. I think most of my problems (in conjunction with others) can be traced to back to dark. Only now do I realise that that was wrong/sinful and potentially demonic in nature. I'm addicted to this dark, to this alone. I want it's comfort.

Praise God for this recent revelation. For now that I know what dark is and how it attacks me, I can battle it. I can hang with friends, do things, and enjoy the warmth and comfort of the Sun that is only light.

Super Sniper Rifle

Check it out. It's EXACTO the pirate killer!

http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1891348,00.html?cnn=yes

eyeself

Zoom in.

And I'm Free!

Free Runnin'!

I creepy

The happy elmo post (for danny)... (kind of)

Well the sun is shining, the birds are chirping. It's a glorious day. I feel a little groggy in the morning. My whole head is surrounded in fuzz and filled with ache. It's pretty bad. I can't even see straight. But I endure and finish up my morning routine.

Then, it's on to breakfast. It's a brisk walk to the cafeteria but it's refreshing. I arrive and take a look around, decide against old french toast and instead opt for a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. Now this should normally be a easy thing. But GOSH! I have to dig around, for like EVER! just find a bowl that hasn't been recently washed. All so that I don't have to drink WARM! milk.

That horrible event behind me, it's time for some O.J. And by O.J. I mean orange juice. A drink I have come to appreciate. So I stroll on over to the fountain that reads 100% juice. Which is also kinda funny cuz you can see the water mixing with the juice flavoring literally as it is entering your glass. But PEAS IN A POD! they ran out of the juice mix and all that's coming out is orange flavored water. Not the good cool-aid kind but the nasty should be orange juice kind. SOooo i'm forced to walk on over to the (sigh) OTHER side of the cafeteria. it's like a whole FREAKin' thirty second waste of time.

That life traumatizing ordeal is followed by finding my self a seat in front of the tv. It's always good to watch a little news and know whats going on. And then, JUST as i'm taking my second bite of the crunchy, munchy, chocolaty cocoa puffs, some PERSON! (if such a being is still entitled to that role) changes it to ESPN. FISH STICKS!!! now i'm gonna have to watch the 5 MILLIONTH! replay of Alex Rodriguez's interview. I mean c'mon!

So after barely surviving breakfast it needs to be done. The mile long trek, peregrination, or journey across campus. And what's my reward? Math 112 basic algebra. Knock, knock "hey it's me, basic algebra, just wanted to let you know your life still sucks"

After... I head back rather leisurly. today is tuesday after all. that means I don't have class for a few more hours.

The atruim is usually busy. The store, which is situated on the southern end of campus, contains the closest, and only, esspresso machine to near half the campus. The wait isn't so bad and the busy feels a little like pike place market. The hustle and bustle actually gives off a warm feeling. I grab my mocha and take a sip. The velvety drink carries away all the leftover toothpaste/orange jucie/ cocoa puff flavor and with it all the evil that existed seconds prior.

I exit the crowded store and i'm instantly covered in sunshine. I'm standing upon a large set of stairs the heat is moving from the warm drink into my cold hand. My other hand is sheltered in my pocket. At this moment, walking into the sun, into what feels like happyness, I feel alright.

Nada

I ain't got nothin'. I haven't had any deep thoughts. Nothing worth sharing. That leaves void of any thoughts with which I can entertain my family and the few friends who dare read my blog.

So what do you people want to hear? You people wouldn't respond with an answer. So I'm left... alone and in the dark... without a topic... without a purpose...

This blog has served to bring to light those thoughts that are usually found in the dark. Those found while I'm lying on my mattress unable to think, and yet unable to cease the unendable strings of thoughts that clog my mind.


Now... there are no thoughts. Just static and the darkened bleach white wall three inches from my face.


Just lying in bed. bored. What now? Why is it, sleep doesn't find me? Am I supposed to find sleep? I can hear my heartbeat. Upon noticing my heartbeat it quickens, so I try slowing my heart down.

Breathe in. Hold it. Slowly, release. The clock reads 1:47.

Then it begins. A sudden and loud thudding comes barreling through the thin walls. The evil from next-door. Or more appropriately the evil in me brought to the surface by the music next-door. It is almost impossible to love my neighbor at 1:48 in the morning when some crap Ludacris rap music is blaring in my ears.



My phone goes off at 8:50. It's late but I still feel tired. But time waits for no man so I get up. The day has started.

The quick update:

This current quarter has not been all that great. I could go on and complain but I honestly think that the problem is in my head. It has been so hard to focus in my classes, and when I'm in my room I can't care enough to do a good job on my homework. I don't really know the cause of my self induced problems but hopefully I can clear my head and get determined.


Beyond that I've been able to go to the rec center more this quarter than last quarter. I even tried swimming laps at the pool. It was embarrassing.

And that's it for now.