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Just in case you don't read gibberish or whatever language that is, this post is entitled "Random Fact Time." You may or may not find these enjoyable.

• My fingers on my left hand are so calloused from guitar that the trackpad on this laptop doesn't even respond to them if I use the actual tips of my fingers.
• My feet are cold.
• SOUR PATCH KIDS ARE MY FAVORITE CANDY THAT ISN'T CHOCOLATE.
• I still have my ski invasion bracelet on.
• I'm boring.

Yeah, I'm boring. Hah.

I have something cool to share. I think I've finally figured out a rough sketch of a plan for my life as far as dating/relationships. On the radio station I listen to they have "encouraging" or "thought-provoking" messages sometimes during breaks between songs, and one I've heard a lot lately is one about dating. The guy started with a story about how he had a girlfriend in first grade and said "it's possible to fall in love in the first grade, cause that's how God designed us, but first grade is a little young to be tying the knot." Then continued by asking "so what age should I start dating/fall in love?" or something to that effect then he asked another question. "If you met someone today that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, would you get married this year? Probably not, so at what age do you want to get married?" The first time I heard this, I said "25" in my head. Then he said "Let's say you wanna get married at 25." HEH. "And it only takes a year or so to get to know someone, so you should start dating around 23 or 24. Until then meet different people and build friendships, and don't get serious until you're good and ready" or something like that. That's cool. Why waste my time worrying about guys now? It's not like I'm getting married anytime soon. This is my mindset. Other people might think differently. Cool. Something to think about, though.

OK BYE.

Shallow Statistics

Do statistics have to be numbers? Stupid question, I know. I'm guessing the answer is yes. But I thought the name "Shallow Statistics" was cool. So here they are. I guess they can be called "Petty, Unimportant, Slightly Whiny Facts That Cause Me to Question My Internet Activity", but the first name is more appealing, I think.

• I haven't recieved a text in over 48 hours.
• I haven't been @replied on twitter since January 28th.
• No formspring items in 3 days, no actual QUESTIONS in 2 weeks.
• No blog comments since January 26th.

That's enough. Now that I've got that out in the open I apologize for sounding whiny. I don't even care about the internet as much as I used to. That's good. I'm beginning to live my life more off of the computer. Haha I can hear the chorus of "well if you don't care, then why are you trying to make us feel bad for you?" Sorry. I guess that is what I'm doing. Well, don't feel bad. Feel glad that I'm trying to get away from sympathy.

In other, more important news, please pray for my friend Caleb. His grandma passed away recently. Ah Caleb. He's my new friend, I think. I think he's a friend. If fighting and cutting eachother=friend, then yes, he's a friend. Oh also eating delicious 89 cent burritos at taco bell together. Friend. Yay! Ski Invasion is how the friendship began. My friend Alex is also his friend now too. Friends are cool.

MAN. I don't understand how-- neeeeeeevermind. I shall rant this rant at a later time. Heh. Bye.

Alka Seltzer is NOT My Friend.

EWWW. Have you ever taken alka seltzer??? My stomach's been all dkhgaiahgioahr since yesterday so my mom told me to take alka seltzer. You have to dissolve 2 tablets into 4 ounces of water then drink it. Now 4 ounces looks like nothing, and it is nothing when you're just drinking water. But when you have 2 alka seltzer tablets mixed in there, it's the most torturous 4 ounces of your LIFE. It was like drinking sprite mixed with chlorine mixed with WOOD. ICKY. But my stomach already feels better. That's good.

So I realize that I haven't posted in a while. Oops. Let's see...what has happened in my life since the 4th? Oh, first and 2nd track practices. Ski invasion. Good stuff. I don't have a large attention span so I'll write more sometime in the future maybe.

I Need Help.

Heya, dear boardie friends. I know ya'll have been to the bro-am and I have a few questions because I'm planning to go next year. My family's staying with some family over there and they planned all this crazy awesome vacation stuff, but I need to know times and stuff like that for planning purposes. Any answers would be great.
Around what time would be good to get to the beach?
What time did the actual show start last year/years past?
I assume that there are tickets for the auction, so how much are they? [not sure if I can go to that]

What time does the auction start?

How does parking work out?

Anything else important I should know?


Thanks so much! Ahhh.

Snow is not my friend.

Why did it have to snow on a FRIDAY NIGHT? It ripped my weekend to shreds. Not even cool. I had plans. The temperature didn't even get above freezing today. Lame. Now we can't even go to church tomorrow. They rescheduled the service to noon. Um. Ok. I don't know if we're going. But WHATEVER SNOW. I HATE YOU. HATE. OK.

I signed up for track. Again. I signed up 2 years ago but I never followed through because I think my parents told me I couldn't do it and guitar at the same time? I forget. And last year I didn't sign up at all because I was determined I was going to quit running. But of course I didn't. Now here I am again. I haven't told my parents yet, but I was planning tonight. Wish me luck. I'm still not entirely sure whether or not I want to do it. Run track, that is. It seems hard. I'm not good at fast. I run cross country, but that's about endurance over longer distances. Track is short and fast. Ehhh. I'm going to try it though to see if I'm gonna do it next year. After all, my coach has wanted me to do it and he said it was important and helpful. Maybe it'll help me be more confident in finishing strong in cross country.

So ask me questions on my formspring? Wouldja wouldja wouldja?? No one's asked me anything in a week. Lame. I might delete that. Heh. Like I deleted my songwriting blog [I can hear the chorus of "what songwriting blog?"] and I almost deleted my twitter. and this blog. But I like blogging, even if no one reads.

My upper arm is cold and I hate that feeling. It makes me feel fat for some reason. It makes me want to lift weights. HAHA. I'm so weird.

Alright. Bye self/anyone who is reading this.

Oh Please.

Disclaimer: Hear me out before you judge me as a heartless jerk.

Ok, so have you seen commercials like these? No need to watch the whole thing if you've seen them unless you just enjoy seeing tortured animals.

So I was thinking the other day when one of these commercials came on tv--it's sad and all, but it's RIDICULOUS. Ridiculous. Animals are nice and useful and friendly and whatnot, but I don't think they're more important than humans. At all. So they don't need to be "saved" before humans. Who's more important, now? Us or animals? If you were a fireman would you save the animals before you saved all the humans? I'd get every human I could before I helped out one animal. Think of the world as a burning building. You know how many people are dying out there? You know how many people are starving, homeless, lonely, abused, SLAVES? Yes. So I'm going to spend all my money saving mankind before I spend a cent on animals. I hate to sound like a nazi. But that's just how it is.

Dear _______:

I have several things to say to several people. The following may be confusing.

Dear 1: Thank you for having fun with me last night. I probably wouldn't have danced around like a crazy person if you hadn't been there.

Dear 2: Thank you for dancing with me last night. It was nice. I enjoyed it; I'm not sure whether or not you did, but yes. If I had the whole gym full of guys to choose from, I would still pick you.

Dear 3 and 4: I didn't want to dance with you, but I had no choice. Oh well.

Dear 5: I'm glad I avoided you so I didn't have to dance with you.

Dear 6: Why do you always look like you wanna kill someone? Chill out.

Dear 7: Dancing with you was slightly awkward, and I would like to continue being your friend, and only your friend.

Dear 8: Thanks for the balloon. You're cool. I voted for you.

Dear 9: You're a good teacher, and I love you but when you're in a bad mood everyone hates you.

Dear 10: Um, you texted me last night at 11, I replied at 12, and still nothing. That's fine, though. Take your time. I need to take you in doses.

Dear 11: I miss you SO MUCH. Please come back and don't leave again.

Dear 12: I wish I had never met you, but I don't hate you. You don't want anything to do with me and I've spent way too much of my life on you. I wish you the best, but I think I don't want you to be in my life anymore. I honestly feel terrible for saying that, though.

Dear 13: You're an awkward person, ok? Ok.

Ok, I'm done. Bye!