What life is really like

Yeah, talk about a gap, jeez that was a long span of time. Wow. Anyway, I can drive and I'm employed, so much has happened to me, it's so exciting...kinda. I got my first really job as a concierge at Glacier National Park at the Lake McDonald Lodge. It is an amazing place to work. For my first couple days here I just spent wondering around (with people). I took a lot of pictures these are some of my favorite ones:

I've made some amazing friends since....that one post that was a long time ago. I was going to say since my last post, but my last post was just the other day. And then I forgot what day that was that I posted my long time ago post, so yeah. Anywho, as I was saying. So there's this one person named Rachel who became my bestest (yes not a word, using it anyway) buddy at Job Corps. She is oh so awesome, we share a lot of common interests and we have the same twisted sense of humor. There was one time before she left for the weekend, and we shared a room, that she left this really bad smelling fart in our room, so to get her back, I spread like three things of glitter all over her bed. Three people rolled around on her bed to cover themselves in glitter (and I literately mean roll) and there was still enough on her bed to send up clouds of glitter up when she sat down on her bed. All she could say was, wow. And then she tried to get me back with confetti and failed it was also not nearly effective. Her shit was covered in glitter until she left, she can probably find glitter on some of her stuff.

I was also engaged for a time, he's a really nice guy it just didn't work out. And I'd rather not go into detail about it, the people that matter to me know and that's all that need to know. He had that same twisted sense of humor me and Rachel had, and the three of us were all really close. I'm still really close with Rachel even though I haven't seen her in person in a while. And for a while I wasn't in touch with her all that well. But I talk to her all the time now, thank you facebook. And I made a few pretty close friends at Job Corps. Renee was one of them. Me and her could give each other shit all day long, and forever after that. She's a wonderful person, but don't let that fool you, she could knock you out in a second if you piss her off. She does have a lot of self control but still I'd watch it. There are so many things I have done and so many people I have met this post would never end if I named every one of them. I've filled my life with optimism and cool people. Which makes me feel all fuzzy inside. Oh here let me show you a couple of the conversations me and Rachel have had online.

Me: yeah, I sent her an e-mail. But she's probably camping and doesn't have internet
Rachel: oh so is she staying there the weekend
Me: Around here somewhere, yeah
Rachel: Nice
Me: Yeah, I bet it's going to be cool......and dark.....and beary
Rachel: Lol yes beware da bear....s
Me: Yeah, Bryce bought me bear spray
Rachel: Lol nice
Me: Yeah, he even told me not to leave it in my car or it might explode
Rachel: Yea...........You have a car?
Me: Kinda, I acquired the old rusty truck
Rachel: Who cares if its old and rusty if it runs its good
Me: I can't drive it that well. It's a stick shift and I learned in a automatic
Rachel: Ah well than tis not hard to learn manual you can do it i have faith in you padawan
Me: I learned just fine, I still am crappy at driving it.
Rachel: Just practice. Did you take it with you up there?
Me: No, I drove down here with my moms car. But I do have the chance of having it brought down here for me.
Rachel: Oh nice. Was the drive pretty
Me: Yeah It was really nice
Rachel: Ah i want your job
Me: Well you could apply next year, it's not hard to get a job here
Rachel: Not a bad idea. Do you know the website i go on to to apply
Me: Yes Zanterra, I'm sure if you type it into Google you'll find it
Rachel: Okay sank you
Me: No problem
Rachel: Is your job all year or just seasonal cause it would be cool if we worked together
Me: Seasonal. But I'm thinking I might come back next summer. And if your here I definitely would
Rachel: Yes okay my goal get job with you there next year and fuck shit up. Not really but still
Me: Yeah that would be totally cool, me and you causing trouble
Rachel: Fuck yea drink booze fuck bitches....Not really we would probably explore and play video games but still fuck yea
Me: Goof
Rachel: Damn straight
Me: Fuck yeah
Rachel: Fuck yeah virtual high five
Me: Yeah, (slaps your virtual forehead because I missed the virtual high five) or did I
Rachel: Dude virtual mind blown
Me: At least all this stuff is virtual
Rachel : Totally cause it would be a bitch to clean brains
Me: Yeah, I feel sorry for the virtual maids can you imagine all the virtual brain matter they have to clean up all the time
Rachel: I know hopefully they get paid a reasonable amount or at least compensated for cleaning up virtual brains
Me: Yeah, I sure hope so
Rachel: Yeah I wonder if they have ever gone on strike
Me: Probably, you know those times when you internet is acting unreasonably slow
Rachel Williams: Huh never thought about it but yea it makes sense now
Me: I totally need to save this conversation
Rachel: Lol totally

And that's just a tiny little sample of some of the random shit we talk about. I mean come on virtual brain matter. Can you get any weirder? Probably and we've probably done it. This is one of those conversations that could land me in the mental institute. Or at least next door to the metal institute. Probably just a few blocks down.

Anyway so today, I tried my darnest to do this hike with some friends from Glacier today. But me being the dummy I am, tried to do one that was way to hard for how in shape I am, which is by the way, NOT AT ALL. So I tried to kill myself by going to far and this lovely lady.

Saved me, and took me all the way back to my dorm to make sure I didn't die. Denen I do so much appreciate that. I think I'm going to cut this post off there, so it doesn't get too long. I'll write again soon, hopefully.

Simple Things

Simple things, that's what always gets to me. Even though people look past it, it's the simple things that count in the long run. Just the simple things. It's not about making sure all you're friends are perfect or making sure they're true. Or to surround yourself with only the best people. You make friends and you lose friends. Some may stay your friend awhile and some may and up hating you and some may just make other friends and drift away. You fall in love and you get your heart broken. Maybe you'll find that perfect someone and if you do then good for you.

It's the simple things that get us by. Like the smoothie a friend makes for you.Or being introduced to something completely new whether you end up liking it or not. Or the fact that someone can make you laugh just by counting. Or that one small moment that you comfort someone because they need it or being comforted because you need it. Or getting goose bumps over a song that comes on the radio because it's making you emotional. Or getting teary eyed because a commercial has a horse in it (you know who you are). Or knowing exactly what someone means when they can't seem to find the words to finish there statement. Or the simple joy of watching your dog prance happily across the yard after something random they had seen. Or sitting on the back porch with your 94 year old relative and enjoying the summer sun and listening to the birds sing. Or listening to all the stories people remember of you when you were small. Or sitting down with a family member and going through an old photo album and listening to them tell of the various pictures. Or getting one small thing done and feeling great about it. Or getting lost in a conversation with someone for hours that really goes nowhere. Or a best friend that you haven't talked to in a while that still loves you. Or getting your first job. Or meeting new people who love everything you love. Or that one person you always notice out of the corner of your eye even though you don't mean too.

Simple things, hope, love, kindness, admiration, laughter, music, magic.

People say that magic doesn't exists, and I say to them, that they have no imagination. If someone can write words onto a page and make people got into a completely different world, how is that not magic? Of a song can make you smile or cry, how is that not magic? If an actor can delve so deep into a character that we see them that way on a TV screen, how is that not magic? I write, that's my magic, and I'll keep it, and share it with the world someday. But for now, I'll let the simple things get me by.

Insanity of the Mind

Ah, insanity. My best friend for as long as I can remember. Although he has been annoying on occasion I find it rather hard to concentrate when the voices in my head don't shut up. And sometime when I'm speaking I'll end up TREE saying random things. And why is it that whenever I think of something I wish to say, my mouth is full of food. Also I tend to start one one subject when i start talking and a totally different one when I finish. For example: I started the paragraph with Insanity and I going to end it by saying; I should put in some more fact that you really don't care about.

Pointless Facts:

1. All porcupines float in water.

2. It was discovered on a space mission that a frog can throw up. The frog throws up its stomach first, so the stomach is dangling out of its mouth. Then the frog uses its forearms to dig out all of the stomach's contents and then swallows the stomach back down again.

3. Emus and kangaroos cannot walk backwards, and are on the Australian coat of arms for that reason.

4. Every time you lick a stamp, your consuming 1/10 of a calorie.

5. Starfish have no brains.

I was also thinking of things I should write about. I've already gone through me, well some of me, the rest of me you get to figure out on your own. Maybe I should just babble about whatever pops into my head at the time at least until I get a better grip on what I want to talk about. Hey did you know tacos are a kind of food that you can make yourself and put all the neat things together, and apparently it's like edible Lego's only you don't shit bricks, apparently. This was some of the conversation that went on at dinner, my family is quite strange, but so am I so it works out okay. I NEED A BRAIN. One that works because apparently mine doesn't or at least it chooses not to most of the time. So think about it how do you write a blog when your brain is basically telling you 'taking a vacation and wont be back for awhile but don't worry you'll be just fine, you don't need me'. I wonder how many times you can slam your head into a table before you knock yourself out. Not that I'm going to try. I guess it depends on how hard and who you are, and possibly what your slamming your head against. But that's probably a part of the 'how hard' factor.

I wish I could drive. I get the basics of driving and I'm really not all that far off from actually starting to be taught how do drive, but still some thing's are just a lot easier when you can drive. Then again somethings are not. Like snow. Snow is dangerous and sneaky. Stupid snow. I like snow, it's nice to look at...from the inside when you're sitting somewhere warm and you have a nice soft blanket around you and some hot chocolate in a mug that has cats on it and was hand crafted by your grandmother. But not so nice when you need to go out and shovel it of the cement every one and a half hours. Well probably not that often and I don't do it anyway. I think I did that thing when I start with something and then end with something completely different. Eh, oh well.

I think lately I've been coming across strange things. What strange things you ask? I don't remember. But I think I dreamt most of them. I'm running out of things to babble about. I only got one comment on my last blog. I was sad I think on;y two people read it maybe when I put my blog link somewhere I should either write it in big bold letters like this:
THIS IS MY BLOG READ IT!
or maybe I'll just write it over and over and over and over and over and over and over......and over and over and over and over........okay I'll stop now. I guess it might get a little annoying if I just write it a billion times. Or people may just block me. My blog is currently unawesome (yes I know it's not a real word shut up) for lack of people who read it. I mean it's not like I can go to the facebook page of everyone on my friends list and say 'Hey you read my blog or suffer the wrath of........something that........is awesome'. Yeah I can't even come up with a good way to leave annoying messages on the pages of all the people on my friends list, not that I would necessarily want to anyway. COMMENTS. THEY MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE. But I really don't so it doesn't matter that much. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT EVEN JUST A SORT ONE WITH ONLY THREE DOTS. ... . Pretty much like that only in comment form.

Goodbye from.....someone....I....think.....

Toe Socks

...And then the world of my weird blogs began. The End. Well not really it's kind of only the beginning, but whatever not the point. The point is how do I actually start said blog? How do I begin? What do I say? This whole blog site is kind of a new thing and I don't really know how all of it works yet. Well, maybe I could put some random useless fact's on here.


Pointless Facts:   


  1. An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.
  2. A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.
  3. Women blink nearly twice as much as men.
  4. A snail can sleep for three years.
  5. The electric chair was invented by a dentist.


Now how about some things about myself. Of course the people likely to be reading this (if I EVER publish it) are people who already know me. And even then maybe only a couple. I don't know many people to begin with. Sigh. Oh well. 


Most of my time is spent doing something creative. I like to draw even though I'm not as good as I'd like to be, and I often find that I can't concentrate on what I want to do thus ending in a crappy drawing.


I enjoy writing, mostly stories, although I have never been able to get very far into one. I always have so many ideas of one story or another and I never get to the point of writing them down. So most of it just stays in my head. 


I read, and I often read too many things at once. I'll start reading one thing because it sounds really interesting and then I'll stop reading it for awhile, so I'm in the middle of that book and then I'll pick up another one and it's part of a series of books so I read the first couple and then I start reading the next one and then I'll either get bored or pissed off at it and put it down and not come back for awhile. So then I have this one book I haven't finished and then another that's like the third in an eight part series and my friend is nagging at me to finish the series, because she already finished it and she wants to discus the books with me, and then I'll pick up another one because someone suggested it to me so now I'm reading that one, but then something in the story or maybe a movie I watched will make me want to reread one of the books I actually have finished reading and then I'll start reading that again, and then all the sudden out of nowhere I'll remember that first book and I'll go back to that one and then all of the books I've started reading will just build and build. So then I have about a dozen or so books that I haven't finished reading. Yeah crazy.I'm sure someone out there does something similar, heh, maybe not to that extent or maybe more so....shrug...who knows. Some books that I have actually finished are, 'Harry Potter'(all of them), 'The Golden Compass', 'Peaches', and I'm sure there are other's I just can't think of any. And of course there's all those books I haven't finished and those I haven't gotten to yet. 


I like comic books to. Like 'Fables', and 'Y The Last Man', and right now I'm on The Sandman comics. 


Lets see what else. Those who know me know that I pace, and not your average pace back and forth type of thing. No no I pace to think, to come up with ideas and things for my stories. So I talk to myself as if I'm those characters talking to each other and I plan out battle scenes and attack the enemies, which often results in smacking my hand on the very hard things in my house. And I get all weepy over the sad scenes I create and all smiley for the silly scenes I create. And I can do this for hours sometimes, and doing all this doesn't mean that after I sit and write all these things down, nope they stay right up there in my head just waiting to spill out onto a blank page.


And of course I do things that every other teenager does, play video games. Not as often as the other things I do and sometimes I even go without playing video games for over a month. And there's also a couple of online games I like to play. 'Spiral Knights' and 'Maple Story', for example. Some of my favorite video games are, 'Psychonuats', 'Costume Quest', 'Lego Batman', 'Eternal Sonata', 'Epic Mickey', 'Legend of Zelda'(just in general), 'Animal Crossing', 'Dante's Inferno', 'Sims 3', 'Fable 1&2' (haven't gotten to 3 yet but I do want to play it), 'Black and White 2', and many others that are just not coming to my brain at the moment. 


I like movies. Pfft, of course I like movies. My favorite movie of all time is 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'. I love that movie to death, and I think the runner up would be 'Howl's Moving Castle'. And some of the other one's that come up under favorites ( I won't go too far down the list or you'll be here for ever),'Spirited Away', 'The Cat Returns', 'Dragon Heart', 'The Crow', 'Batman Begins', "The Dark Knight', 'Pirate's of the Caribbean 1,2&3', 'Wall-E', 'A Knight's Tale', 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit', and LOTS of others that I enjoy a lot but that I can't think of.


And some TV shows I like are, 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer', 'Warehouse 13', 'Eureka', 'Bones', 'CSI New York', 'Charmed', 'Castle', and again many others.