Not All Of Us Are The Same

I remember when I was a kid, the joy I would have of coming back home. I remember that the afternoon snack would be something I could sit down in front of the tv and enjoy. Part of me really wishes I could go back to those days. Now with sports and homework, I rarely can ever actually do that. I just want to have some cold zebra cakes and watch a cartoon.

Shouting Out

I know its not much and it isn't a novel concept, but I am definitely tired chairs. I spend 6-8 hours a day sitting in a chair, and I'm tired of it. I become overly restless. All I want to do is just go outside, get some fresh air and enjoy life. What makes me sad is that with school, it isn't possible for those 6-8 hours and with Winter fast approaching, the sunny days outside quickly fade and it just keeps getting colder. When will spring come, swimming can only keep me tame for so long.

If It Wasn't For Her...

Im back to text/pic blogs on occasion, as my life returns to normallcy. Today is the last day for fall sail practice, I feel sad but I do know that this leads to my final swim season in highschool. And following that Ill be back on the water for spring sailing.

Lumber Co.

Finally, I've made some real progress. I've gained the ambition I've needed for such a long. I tend to eventually find what I want to create but even then, just that process can consume a lot of time. But when I know what I want, just trying to start takes some willpower which I can never seem to muster. In the end, I've wasted a lot of time and my end product can seem rushed and I end up noticing what I want to change but can't.
I'm talking about my artwork. People say its good but I don't always agree, I know people tend to judge themselves much harsher, but maybe I'm right and they're wrong.




Originally, the assignment was to create a piece, either 2D or 3D, which a Cubist intention. I decided to make a sculpture, and wanted to use cardboard and duct-tape with paper clips for support. I chose to make the theme/subject matter be Fire and Water. With that I created a a simple flame image with cut cardboard covered in red duct-tape. From there I arranged into a sort of centerpiece that made a 3D fire. And then I wanted the piece to be moving somehow for water so I created a water feature which acts sort of as a water fall. From the top, if water is pored it will flow down to the bottom through a path and then into a hole in the box that removes the water. Depending on the rate at which water is added it will not spill over, but if it does, the duct-tape covers the cardboard preventing damage. From that, I've finally finished a piece early, six days before its due date.

Gone Shootin' With Cheese

Alas, it seems I've been to distracted in these last couple of weeks and have neglected to post anything. But I return bearing some good news.
The weekend before last, I made my way down to North Carolina to partake in the weekends event, Davy Jone's Rendezvous at Charles T. Hagan Sea Scout Base. Participating in several events, I did place third in the oddly named Rubber Ducky Regatta, an interesting race to say the least. Of course, I had plenty fun with friends and made some new ones along the way.

I even took part in some canoeing with my friend George, who even has a new blog, The Plastic Camera.
Moving on the weekend past, in which I took part in a YMCA swim meet. I returned to my roots of swimming the 200 IM and 50 Free sophomore year but still did my past year's favorite, the 100 Fly. Alongside these events, I was the flyer for the 200 Mixed Medley Relay and First off for the 200 free relay in my age group. In truth, there were only other competitors in the 200 Mixed Medley Relay and 50 Free which means in my other three I took first automatically.
But on to the real competition, with my first event, the Mixed Medlay relay. Alex, the man of backstroke for my high school team took an early lead, giving some good ground. Next Kendall gained more ground on our opposing relay team. I was up next, but what bothered me at the moment was that I was told, Nick, the other team's flyer was supposed to be really good, but when it came down to it, he failed to gain any ground on me and I may have even stretched the lead further. Finally Rebecca, the "rocket" finished with an extreme lead and we definitely won the race.
My next event turned out to be the 50 free, where I'd be swimming against Nick again, and Alex who I know to actually be fast even in this event. At the start Alex had a bare lead over Nick and then me. But at the wall Alex took an amazing turn but Nick surfaced faster than I, leaving Alex to lose his lead. It was mainly between Nick and I barely in front of Alex. But I wasn't even pushing as hard as I could, reaching midway, I picked up my kick and arm speed stretching through past the flags and into the wall without a breath taken. I had barely beat Nick, but in all honestly I never even took a look at Alex during the second half of the fifty. I had no idea when he finished, and he didn't know who was faster, because he wasn't looking himself and in the end after comparing times, I held a 29s finish and he had 31s.
Now, somewhere in the mix of the past couple weeks I knocked another item off my list and forgot to tell the world.

For my guitar class we were to write a song about Biology, and I'll admit, mine was not that great but it was sufficient. As I need to find the lyrics, I'll post it then, including chords for those of you that care to try it out, but I remind you, its not that good.
And more news, I've decided I shall work towards playing Be My Escape by Relient K, and hopefully by the end of this month I should hopefully be able to play it. Now it seems the days are really counting down, I'm a whole lot closer to graduation.

Time Goes By, and Cheese Only Gets Better

Alas, I've come across another item to cross of my list, a good way to hit off my senior year. As typical of my Mondays, I had sailing practice which turned out to be pretty awesome.
So it all started off with Natalie, the team captain, not feeling to well, so she missed practice. This left open a boat, as there were only four dedicated skippers, I took the chance to step up and get some practice skippering.
Little did I know I would get stuck with the evil redhead known as Meghan Grumbling. I can honestly say, I was not excited about sailing with her. But through some apparent trading, I received Ollie(possibly the best sailor on the team)'s Crew Aaron, a fellow senior.
Since he had more experience with sailing, he took the skipper's position while I became his crew. Although tad disappointed, it was ok, we had fun just arguing and having random bouts of horrible start practicing with the light wind.
Eventually, I told him to let me skipper and he obliged, he was getting tired of just doing starts. Little did he know, the next start was actually gonna be a race. Since he had not much option, he was forced to crew my race which started off with us in second place.
But do to Ollie's great skills, he was able to come off a bad start and became second to the mark. With that he was able to force Caitlin off course slowing them both down, giving us the chance to gain some ground.
Here is where the tables turned, still in third place we had covered a lot of ground at the mark and were heading down wind as well as Caitlin and Ollie. We placed our sails as best as possible leaning all the way, near to the point of capsize, slowly going with the light wind.
Somehow though, we were gaining ground. With both of us in the front of the boat, pretty much on top of each other were speeding up. It was to the point were my arm was stretched back all the way holding the tiller extension, straining my shoulder.
Even through our good fortune we had some bad news. We were baring down on the finish line, actually taking the lead pretty close to it when the current became a problem. We were heading straight for the mark, or even outside the finish line. Trying to turn the boat with an already extended tiller arm, was painful. But in the end, we pulled of a close win, and even crossing the finish line, Aaron fell backwards into the back of the boat do to all the strain.
And in the end, thats how I won a boating race.

Being On The Cover

Ahh, at last, the countdown can truly begin as today I began my senior year. I can't say exactly that I was too excited as waking up before seven was not all that appealing following a nice summer which included plenty of sleeping in. But alas, most good things tend to end.
First class I had was not to bad as it was Art III with a new teacher by the name of Ms. Johnson. I think I'll probably like her but I'm sure it'll be an interesting semester, with me probably being difficult as usual.
My second class was Honors Physics with probably the happiest lady on Earth named Ms. Kennedy. For one, she just couldn't seem to stop talking, commonly with such unexplainable happy terms that made me smile and even chuckle, but I can't help but feel it wasn't with her, but a laugh at her. I don't understand how someone can be at this school for any period of time and be that happy, something must of cracked in her.
Now, this is the best part of my day, I had Guitar I third and from what the Mr. Sauber has said, and how he acts, the class is gonna be chill and good. Learning to play guitar is probably gonna be the best part of my day. Also what makes it better is the fact that I have lunch in the middle of the class, so food and fun, what could be more awesome.
This happens to be my guitar, its an all black Yamaha F335 and I'm gonna learn to play it.
Finally I ended the day with Ms. Rhodes in AP Government. While it won't be the same as APUSH was with Jones, I'm sure its gonna be just as crazy and good and even just as odd at times. It may be my hardest class, but I'm sure I'll love it too.
So I've taken one day down of what will be my last year in High School, and I can't help but say, there will be way to many more ahead.