Oh, man. So many things, some good and some... not so good, have happened over Christmas break. A good thing is that I got the most wicked awesome, cheap, mp3 player. The not so good. Ah, I won't say. Where will revenge get me?
Another good thing. I have been taking so many awesome pictures because my camera is working! Yay!
I ate sooo much chocolate and listened to meh favorite music. It was good.
Speaking of music, all of my loyal potatoes, you must check out Regina Spektor. She moved to New York when she was nine, from Moscow (Russia), and oh my goodness, her music is phenomenal. I don't know what it is about her lyrics I just can not get enough of it.
Anyhew. I have learned so much about myself lately. Like I thought I was perfectly content without friends, and now I realize, I'm not as content as I thought I was. Sigh...
Another thing. I do not write happy books. I look at their endings and realize that the main character is always paralyzed\obliterated\or has his time traveling atoms re aligned.
What is the point of Eco friendly shirts that were made in a factory? How can any piece of clothing truly be Eco friendly unless you raised the sheep your self and spun the wool on a man powered spindle\ grew the cotton without fertilizer and then never ironed it\machine washed it?
Tata for now my potatoes. Freezing my bippies off in here.
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It's Christmas Eve. Adrenaline is high, family is here, presents are under the tree. As I look around and see the expensive things I've received this Christmas, and then at the friends who will wake up on Christmas and find only each other to look forward to, I'd like to take time to thank the people in my life that would make this holiday season a bright place to be even without the gifts.
Although my friends help me through the hard times and are the people that you can talk to things about, when it comes to crunch time than the people that you can always count on are your family. (Friends, just email me and I will tell you how much I adore you.)
I'd like to thank my mom, I love you. It's been an interesting year. Maturity is not fun some times and you have helped me deal with things that I never could have dealt with on my own. I can talk to you about everything, I probably talk to much most of the time.
I am sorry for turning my music up to loud, fighting with siblings, and completely ignoring orders when you tell me.
Thanks for driving me at absurd hours to coffee shops, stake dances, and early morning seminary. Thanks for being normal when every one else failed to be. Thanks for enduring a month of torture with me. Thanks for not telling me I was an idiot when I was. Thanks for pulling my hair through endless holes and then spreading toxic chemicals on my head and then waiting to wash it out again, you're the best.
Thank you Dad. I love you. Even though I was never much of one, you maintained man hood through shopping trips and endured a son who knew what he wanted in the clothes department.
Sorry for making you freeze at father and sons camp. Sorry for going fast on the four wheeler. Sorry for staying up and getting up late. Sorry for not being a better student. Sorry for being a slob. Sorry for abusing your DVD collection. Sorry for doing that gay voice, it really is annoying.
Thanks for doing what you loved even when every one else doubted you. Thank you for abandoning your dreams when it became an ultimatum. Thanks for buying me way more gum than I should ever have chewed. Thanks for not laughing when I asked you if any combination of absurd letters were actual words.
It wouldn't have been much of a year without you guys and I'd just like to say thanks. Thanks to both of you for being there and (hopefully) for being there in the future. Here's looking forward to another year of adventure\scares\presents.
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Ah. The sweetness of ward parties. All scorn is left at the door and all the lameness is welcomed with open arms. It's like everyone gets a pass to be as stupid and corny as they want without having to have a special badge.
And then there is always the one person in the ward that has talent, usually only one though. And the talent is magnified by the contrast of the lack there of surrounding it.
Our Christmas ward party was a few days ago and it was a doosy in the lameness department, but it also has a strange, familiar property to it also. It's as if everybody understands what the other person was trying to do even if they didn't do what they intended.
Wouldn't it be impressive if I could express an Australian accent through this blog?
Our Christmas gift from an anonymous friend was soap. Do not laugh, or cough, for this was signature, designer, lusty soap. Maybe minus the lusty. You will have to ask Jackie. But there were so many different fantastic scents and they were all hand made by friends, what more could a recipient ask for? Ah the sweet smell of fat scrapped from bovine underparts....
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I have been up to so much, so much in fact that I again forgot to post. Apologies.
I have had many self realizations since the last post and I have changed so incredibly much that I hardly feel like the same person.
Self Realization #1
I am perfectly capable of living and managing on my own and I strain towards it all the time. I really want what most adults look back on with disgust and embarrassment, living with six other people. Nothing sounds more appealing than sharing an apartment with my college friends (which I have yet to make). Just the thought of a rotating dishes schedule and backed up laundry rooms sounds enticing, no?
Self Realization#2
I really want a job in writing. Books are fun and good and what I want to do but what I want now is a column. I want people to say 'Oh yeah, while we are on the subject, I read this really interesting column on that one Max-' 'Say no more I know exactly the Max you are talking about, his column is amazing.'
I let out a deep sigh just at the sentiment. COLUMN ME, FATE!
Self Realization #3
I am very opinionated and way to many people think that I am funny, but not very deep. I am capable of a conversation. I think that people think that because they laugh at me I have nothing serious to say, this is not the case! I want to not be funny to everyone. I want to be the person who knows what he wants and gets what he deserves.
Self Realization the Last
I like to wear and do and be what I want, what I LIKE, and if you mock me for doing it than you are not my friend. So love me or leave me because I want to know who is my friend 'as I march of to the war'.
Sorry, it was deep today potatoes.
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I am really upset with my self right now. If I was separate from that filthy procrastinator, I would send him into the kitchen to make me a snack as punishment. Unfortunately I am not that lucky...
The reason for all this destructive energy is that I am too busy. I have mapped out all of my priorities from seven in the morning until seven at night. I have laid everything out and everything has a specific time to do. Even sleep, relax, play scrabble, and blog. Oh yes, I am that good.
I even put time aside to write, a necessity of life, much higher on my priorities list than school, let me tell you.
I have been off sugar for far to long and my head is pounding because I had a post birthday chocolate bar and the sugar is having winter fest inside my skull with some extreme twister, if you know what I mean.
I am off to finish said procrastinated school. Ta ta.
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Whew, I have not posted nearly enough in the past. I am deeply sorry. I am trying to do better but being a recovering Nanoholic is not easy to do and blog at the same time.
So much has happened! I don't know if I have mentioned this but I emailed my favorite authoress, Carolyn Turgeon, and wouldn't you know it, she emailed me back! After I screamed around the house for about thirty minutes, I read the letter and we've been emailing back and forth ever since. Once I got past the initial shock of actually talking to her she's given me some great advice on querying, getting an agent, and many other things... OK so that's about it but still it's amazing, no?
In other news I rushed to my Direct Writing Assessment today which I might say was way to long of a period to write a one page paper. I finished with two hours to spare.... it was not fun. I did however read a great portion of the dictionary.
I am currently chewing Wrigley's Winterfresh gum, which I used to be against, but one day when my friend and I were making ever so classy grillz out of the wrappers, I chewed the gum and realized it was amazing. I am not converted from Orbit but I must admit it is good. Touche Wrigley.
I have a yacht load of school to do so I am off. I still have to hunt down a ton of agents contact information, till tomorrow dear potatoes.
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