Waldon here, and I'm going to have to cut this real short tonight.

There's something on the go with my page editor, it won't copy and paste and it won't let me post anything longer than about 100 words. So I get to make a little block of writing and that's it, I'm done. So I'll do this tomorrow night and hopefully Bre won't be too mad at me...?

Anyway, good night everybody,
-Waldon

Holy cow, I ate so much for supper that I’m almost sick right now. I ate some of the cod-au-gratin that Mom had made AND I ate a giant plateful of the sweet and sour moose that Nan had made. Both dishes were leftover so they tasted even better. Gosh, I love my family. Everyone is such a good cook. Unfortunately for me, I’m going to get fat because of it… But that’s okay. I’ll be a happy big kid. Junior thinks that I’m too thin and that I need to put some weight on. I think he’s full of crap. :)

Oh! Again, I’m sorry about my lack of posts. I haven’t been able to get to my computer for the past little while so I’ve been relying on Junior. That guy cares much too much about me. He’d bend over backwards if I asked him to, haha.

So, this weekend has been pretty okay. On Friday, I went out for supper with Junior and Scottie. It was so nice! We never do anything together anymore. I really miss it. After supper, we went back to Junior’s house and Scottie played Black Ops. Junior was just chilling out and I was half asleep on the chair. Scottie brought me home early because I was exhausted.

Yesterday (Saturday) was pretty awesome. I went for breakfast with Mom, Britt, Brooke, and Bryton. That was fun too!  After breakfast, we all went to Nan and Pop’s. For the past little while, Nan and Pop have been working on some puzzles that Mom and Thomas had given them for Christmas.  Naturally, I went to help Nan with the puzzle while Mom was talking to Pop. Soon, Britt, Mom, Nan, and I were all standing around the table doing the puzzle. We got so much of it done! Nan finished it after we left, I believe. Dad and Mandy picked up Britt and I there and we went with them.

While at Dad’s, I just chilled and did my Math work. I did, however, take a break and I went with Dad to visit someone and go to the phone store.  Junior and Scottie came over for a few minutes late on in the afternoon… Ummm… Gosh. What else did I do yesterday? Oh yes! I went over to Junior’s last night for a few hours. While there, I finished off my Pre-cal assignment. Other than that, Junior and I just sat around and talked. Nothing too special, haha.

Today wasn’t too exciting. I woke up kind of late and watched Brooke and Bryton for a bit. After my shower this afternoon, I went to Nan and Pop’s with Brooke. While there, I helped Nan with ANOTHER puzzle. It was awesome! Brooke was just around.  Mom actually needed some carrots for her soup so I brought her some carrots, picked up Bryton, and went back to Nan and Pop’s. The rest of our stay was pretty much the same. Well, I had to pick up Mom and Britt because Mom needed the truck. Britt came back to Nan’s with me, then Mom went to do what she needed to do. Mom later picked us up and we all came home.

Theeeeeeeeeeeeen, I typed up Mom’s résumé and now I’m typing this. We have a delayed opening tomorrow so Junior is picking me up and we’re going to hang out at his house. Anywho, I’m done for tonight. I can’t keep a thought going!

-          Bre :)

Waldon here, Bre couldn't make it tonight so I'm filling in. I hope you're not too disappointed.

As the title says, I'm SICK of spam. Every time I open my email I have something from somebody named "Joyce Whatsername" or "Angelina Something-or-other". It's always something about how I haven't talked to them in forever. I DON'T KNOW ANYBODY NAMED ANGELINA. Also, the only Joyce I know is 75 years old and can hardly use a calculator. But these emails are only nuisances, I can ignore them no problem. They're just two lines and a link. The worst spam I get is from WoW, or for those of you unfamiliar with the acronym, World of Warcraft.

Let me finish before I get swamped by nerd rage.

It isn't actually WoW that spams me, it's a company with it's telecommunications office in a french speaking country somewhere that has a ruse as Blizzard entertainment so that it can scam WoW player's accounts. Since some WoW players have an automatic paying system, this scam has the potential to take a LOT of money (Not to mention the effort used in leveling your character) away.

The email says that Blizzard entertainment suspects me of trying to sell my account, which is illegal. So of course I have to follow the link provided in my email so that I can relay to the superiors at Blizzard that I know of their suspicions, otherwise they'll just delete my account and ban it permanently within a certain time frame. There's only one fatal flaw in their plan.

I don't have a WoW account. That's a little bit of a giveaway that it's a scam, yeah?

Blizzard Entertainment SAS
TSA 60 001
Service Administration des Comptes
78143 Velizy Villacoublay Cedex

This is a snippet of the email. It's the location of their office according to their source. So, if anybody get's an email from here, DON'T CLICK IT. It could easily screw you up.

Anyway, now that I've got that spam rant out of my system, I'll be heading off to bed now. Good night everybody.
-Waldon

Waldon here with no particularly scintillating news tonight. Although . . . WAIT! I may have something. . . wait for it, wait for it. . .

Well, I went to school today.

Did you like it? It was good wasn't it? Nah, I'm joking with you. It sucked. I started out with World History this morning, which normally would be an amazing start to a day, but today we decided to actually do notes. Which sucks, because for the past 2 weeks we were so far ahead of every other class that we could just sit back and watch a few movies. We watched Schindler's List and two others, but I cannot remember their names for the life of me.

An interesting fact about Schindler's List is that Steven Speilberg didn't make a cent from it. He forfeited his entire salary to make the movie. It shows that he wanted to do it during the piece. It is easily one of the best movies I've ever seen.

Next period we had Music, which as it should be, we played music. I play the Tenor Sax. Wonderful instrument, jazz is a beautiful sound when you learn it.

Then English, Math and Nutrition. All of which were as their namesakes sound. Although, truth be told we watched Dracula in English. We had a relaxed day today, can you tell? :P

After school I drove Bre and Scottie home. I had to fill up my truck while we were driving around. My truck has a HUGE tank. It cost about $110 to fill up half the tank. I can go for a week or more without filling up though, so it's good for it. I think I get about 400 kilometers to a tank?

So, after dropping Bre and Scottie off, I drove home and sketched for a bit. Ate a little, and then went out with Bre and Scottie for supper at Jungle Jims. I had a salad and a milkshake. VERY sugary milkshake. I don't know why I drank it, truthfully. Diabetics shouldn't do that to themselves. I'm doing to do myself some serious damage soon, I think.

So, after that we all went down to my house and sat around for a few hours. VERY comfortable. I almost fell asleep a few times. I think Bre WAS asleep, but the rest of her body didn't know it. :P

Scottie drove Bre home, and that's the end of the story. xD Very exciting. I'd love to tell you more about what happened on the drive home, but for once I'M not the one driving. :P

Soooo. . . . Good night All,
-Waldon

Wondering about the title? Well, have I a story for you. At the moment, I don't really have access to my computer so I am unable to type my blog and post it myself. To get around this little problem I am writing this all out on a sheet of loose-leaf for Junior to type up and post for me later today. Actually, multiple sheets because I usually write a lot. Anywho, the point is that  at the present, it is the afternoon and Junior will post this tonight. Wait.. I guess it's night now? Argh.

So, I stayed home from school today because I was absolutely exhausted and needed a day to recuperate. Last night, I fell asleep while sitting on the chair at 7:30 and didn't wake up until shortly after 8 when Mom threatened to throw something at me. Upon being threatened, I got up and went to my room lie down. Once there, I fell asleep at around 8:30 and didn't wake up until Mom came downstairs around 9:15! Again, she woke me up and told me to get ready for bed. I went to bed around 9:45or so, and woke up this morning at 7:00.

When I went upstairs, (Britt told me that Mom wanted to see me) Mom asked me if I was okay and told me I could stay home from school. After much internal conflict and almost falling in thew however, I decided to stay home. Because Mom knows "how much I love to stay home by myself," she said that I could go to Nan and Pop's while she was at work. Junior, being an amazing guy, came down to the house at 8:20 this morning even though I wasn't going to school . He brought me to Nan and Pop's then went to school.

Now, if you knew my grandparents, you would know that they are very early risers. Every day, they're up having coffee by 7:30. Not today! When I got there at 8:30, their door was locked! That has never happened before. Trust me - I felt loved. I began wondering if Mom had called ahead and warned them of my coming, and if the door was locked on purpose. After I started talking to myself (not crazy, honest), Chum, their dog, came to the door. For your information Chum is a larger-than-average Irish Setter, who stands 28" ( or so) at the shoulder. Chum just stood in front of the door and wagged his tail and looked at me excitedly. I tried to communicate to him that be needed to go get Nan or Pop to unlock the door for me, but to no avail. What did he do? He wagged his tail and barked at me. Good enough. Eventually, Nan came to the door and let me in.

So! I have been at Nan and Pop's all day. Mom will be here in 15 minutes or so to come pick us all up. (Remember. it's still about 4 in the afternoon). Britt, Brooke, Bryton all got here about an hour and a half ago. I hadn't realized it at the time because I was fast asleep on the couch. I had been tired since I had gotten out of bed this morning, so it was a bout time I had a nap! Nan and I were steady-go all morning. We made breakfast at 9, then cleaned up. We went to get groceries shortly thereafter and didn't get home until about 11:30. When we got home, we started on dinner.Rather, I started on dinner and Nan started on supper. So Nan got her food (Moose! :D) and I made she, Pop, and I chicken wraps.

After dinner, I had a nap... Well! Not, right after dinner. I washed about half of the dishes then Nan told me to go have a nap. I was asleep for about an hour and a half then THEY came. The kids got out of school and made a racket, so I came out of the kitchen, Now here I am, writing this.

Well, I was writing this. Now I'm done!

-Bre :)

Waldon here, the title today was given to me today by a figment of my imagination within my dreams. Thank you massively white bearded dream guy with the awesome walking stick, your words have been taken to heart.

Dreams can say a lot you know. I think that dreams are what show us who we really are. Or at least, who we want to be or do not want to be. Is that not the same as who we are, regardless?

I dream almost nightly of flying as high as I can, seeing the whole world laid out beneath me.  The vibrant blues and greens, browns and yellows, even the gray stone of the great mountains looking almost iridescent. But when I reach so high I can feel the air change. I start dropping, farther and farther. I can see myself in the reflections of thousands of passing skyscraper windows filled with the faces with every person I've ever let down or disappointed. I see the polluted sky above me getting darker and darker, an ominous red hue filling my eyes. I reach out my hands to grab for the fleeting faces, but I always hit the ground before they grab my wrist. Then I lay there, feeling crushed from the fall. Lying on cold concrete with my life stretched out above me I can physically feel the world revolving beneath me. And then you know what? I start feeling very tranquil because I know something is coming. I can hear what sounds like a song, but I can't hear the words. But they get louder, and louder, louder. . . Then I become scared. Terrified. The song is telling me something horrible, but I can't hear it. It get's louder. . .

And then I wake up.

It sucks, actually. I'm a sucker for a good story, and this dream makes me want to know how I end.

Dreams are a link to something. They are a link to our inner minds, our feelings and emotions. For thousands of years, human beings have regarded dreams as spiritual things and only recently have we started ignoring our dreams as meaningless. We've left behind the animalistic instincts that have let us survive for thousands of years.

The selection of the Dalai Lama. The Dalai Lama is found with dreams. The wise men follow the messages they get in their dreams to find the newest reincarnation of his Holiness after the passing of the last. After reaching a place they think is the correct place, they'll find the youngest child there and test him. The child can almost always identify the belongings of the last Dalai Lama. One such selection led to the rising of the Dalai Lama and his mother Diki Tsereng, pardon me for incorrect spelling if I'm wrong, who kept alive Tibet's religious beliefs and government through even the takeover of Tibet from China.

Have you ever walked somewhere at night, and you just feel like you should avoid something? There's no logical reasoning behind why you don't want to go down that particular street or avenue, no reason behind why you chose to take the right path instead of the left. You just felt like it was something you should do, so you did it.

I believe our dreams come from the same place those instincts come from. From whatever vestigial process in our highly evolved brains that give us the blessing of gut instinct. They're our thoughts processed on a subconscious level, allowing us to think so deeply that we could understand the very workings of the universe itself if we let ourselves.

What if we just let ourselves "fall", so to speak? We could just let ourselves do what we think is right at all times. Not what we tell ourselves is expected of us, we don't have to follow trends because the rest of us do it- we could do what we want for the betterment of us all because it feels like the right thing to do. Everybody has a good side to themselves, it's only to look in the dreams and see their own self recrimination in the souls of criminals, the tranquility in the beings of righteous devotion.

Now, I think I've probably bored you all with this incessant talking, there really isn't anything in this blog tonight worth reading, really. So, I'll make it up to you with this:

If you've had a dream you'd like to share, a gut feeling that turned out right, or even just thoughts, send me an email. I'll make sure to personally email everybody who sends one to me back. Here's my email.

waldonbest(at)hotmail(.)com

Although, I could probably count the number of people who read this off my hands and toes, but here's for effort, yeah? Good night everybody, have a good one.
-Waldon

SPOILER ALERT: Long ol' blog tonight, b'ys.

Yeah, that’s right. I’m just that awesome. Before I came downstairs to write this, I got myself a cup of coffee using Mom’s Tassimo machine. That thing amazes me! It’s so much faster than boiling the kettle and mixing your coffee yourself. Although, I do quite enjoy making my own instant coffee. It always comes out stronger than I had originally anticipated… Oh well! So, I got my coffee and came downstairs. When I sat down in front of my computer, lo and behold! There lay some Skittles that were screaming to be ingested. How could I refuse their last wish? I just had to eat them. Now here I sit, talking on MSN with Junior and Russell, eating Skittles and drinking coffee. This is amazing.

Like Junior, I too LOVE my coffee. However, I don’t drink it as often as Junior does – or rather, did. I am so very proud of him because he has cut down on his caffeine intake considerably since Christmas. He’s been doing really well with not drinking so much *coughSIXcough* coffee lately. Hopefully he keeps it up and his sleeping schedule becomes a little more regular. Oh yeah! I love coffee. I drink it black so that I can get all the taste of the coffee. I could NEVER taint it with such horrid substances as milk or sugar. Blech. The thought alone repulses me. Unfortunately, half of my coffee is gone and I don’t really want to get up and go upstairs to make another cup so I’ll have to make this bit last. With my coffee, I am eating Skittles. It’s kind of a frightening experience though! Mixed in with the Skittles are M&Ms. Every now and again I eat what I think is a Skittle… Which turns out to be an M&M. It’s kind of funny. It’s like drinking apple juice when you think you’re drinking orange juice –you have to wonder why your juice tastes funny. I did that before. Don’t judge me.  Oh, as for the French metal, it’s awesome. Because I’m in French Immersion, I can understand pretty much all of what they’re saying in their songs. The band is called Extério and I do believe they’re Québecois? Britt brought home one of their CDs last year (L’Album Monstre - 1ère Partie : Le Complot) and told me to listen to it. I didn’t think I would like it, but I loved it! It is now on my iPod and I listen to it frequently.

So, today was the first day back to school after Christmas for us. Junior picked me up this morning and we went to school. (OHMIGOSH, that was an M&M). First period this morning I had English with Mr. Crane. It was the best possible way to begin term two. We began watching Bram Stoker’s Dracula, starring Gary Oldman (woot!), Anthony Hopkins (woot!) and Keanu Reeves (… meh). Mr. Crane told us that he didn’t mind showing the movie to us, but he had to warn us about blood and nudity. He couldn’t expose us to “full frontal nudity” despite our age and maturity so he had to cover the screen using a magazine and give us a “tasteful” play-by-play of what was going on. It. Was. Hilarious. I go to English just to listen to all of the fun things that he has to say. Anywho. He covered the screen and told us what was happening. “Oh, no. That was gross. You really shouldn’t be watching this anyway. *screws up face* Ugh, nope. Not at all.” Hehehe. Mr. Crane, you’re amazing.

History was next and I was so glad to see Ms. Shortt again! I love her so much (^^). She’s always there when I need her! Religion was… Well, religious. Ms. Edmunds seemed really tired today. To be honest, everyone did. Ohmy. I think I went through an entire Religion class without threatening Scottie to stab him. Go me! I’m getting better, haha. Scottie and I have an awesome friendship. “Argh, you’re a pain.” “You SUCK.” “No, YOU suck!” “I love you! *smile*” “*Giggle* I love you too.” I love going to Religion class.

Today was also a canteen day! I met up with Junior, Nikita, and Deejay, and we all proceeded to the canteen. The snacks side of the canteen was closed because there was simply NO FOOD AT ALL in there. That was okay. So, we had a very slow day. There were about forty people each half of lunch? Maybe? Partway through the first half, we almost ran out of change so I had to run to the office in search of change. IT TURNS OUT that there’s no change there either. Only 5$ bills. We had to give people dimes. Other than that, we had a pretty good day in there. Slow, but okay.

Double Math with Mr. Lawrence was this afternoon. I had forgotten my calculator at home so Junior gave me his. IT WAS DEAD. I just had to laugh. Pre-cal and Math were okay too. Just okay though.

After school, Junior brought me home. What a sweetheart! He has such an amazing truck. It’s a ’92 Chevrolet with the most comfortable seats I have ever sat in. He has a cord to plug in his iPod so, naturally, we have some pretty awesome music going while we’re driving around together. It just suits Junior to the t. I’ll have to take a picture of him and his truck someday and post it.

OH GOSH. I’ve almost written a thousand words of nothing. Whoever is reading this must be bored to tears. I apologize!! Jeepers, who would want to read about what I did during a day? Haha, I’m done for now I suppose. I think I’ll get Junior to write a poem dedicated to coffee… But that’s for another day.

-          Bre :)

Waldon here. Bre is out again tonight, she's got a lab paper due tomorrow. What kind of teacher assigns a lab over Christmas Break? Yeah, so I'm going to be doing it again. That girl is always working so hard, she deserves a break. Come on people. If you know her and you're reading this, give her a little breathing room maybe?

I was up at 5 15 AM this morning. I hate not being able to sleep. I was asleep last night at around 1 30 or 2, so you can tell I'm kind of ornery right now. It all worked out for the best though, I've got to admit. I lay in bed for an hour and then got up and got myself ready for the day. My sister was leaving to go back to University this morning, she was gone by 8. So was I, I left the house and was on my way to meet Gladdale by 8. So for most of the morning Glad and I were in Tim's eating breakfast. We then proceeded to foot-pad it all the way to Northmart. So until 11 AM I was out and around town. We got back to my house and I put a frozen pizza in the oven and Scottie, Glad and I all ate that. Later on, Bre came over and worked on her Chem. You can tell shes been working hard, guys.

After supper, I worked on my math assignment a little, then switched over to sketching. I love sketching. It may not be the most sophisticated form of art, but at least I can get a few giggles out of it. I do portraiture as well, but it's harder to get permission from somebody  to let me use a picture of them so I can draw their face. It tends to sound kind of creepy. Bre invited me over to see her before she left to go back down to her moms house, but I couldn't get over because I had to walk my dog. >.< So to apologize, I dedicated a sketch just to her.

Glad, Scottie, Jessica and I were going to watch a movie tonight that Glad told use we HAD to watch, I think it was called "Memoirs of a Survivor"? But we couldn't get a hold of the movie, so we had to go without. I hope I see her before she leaves to go back to University.

Anyway, I don't see anything big happening over the next few hours, so I'm going to cut the blog short again and attempt to raise Bre's spirits a little. Lord knows she needs it right now with all that Chem. I never could get a hang of chemistry. Blows my mind. Anyways... Good night everybody!
-Waldon

Waldon here and I'm filling in for Bre tonight. She's not feeling that great so I'm just going to step in and do her a favor. Today, I think I had a good day aside from Bre not feeling very well just now.

I was up at around 7 this morning, and when Bre woke up, we were texting each other all morning and most of the day. I think she said she had around 100 texts from me today? Shes the only one I text, really. I wouldn't be able to handle texting somebody ELSE that much. I'd never be able to put my phone down. It takes me a LONG time to text somebody. xD

After dinner, Scottie came over and we played xbox for a few hours. Then we headed out to Tims. Then, a miracle happened. Elizabeth showed up. She moved away a few months ago (I think?) and she just. . . showed up! It was magical. She's one of the most amazing people I know. She's so incredible, she was trying to eat my foot earlier. Simply . . . miraculous. :P Anyway, we must have been at Tim's for about 3 hours? During that interval, we met up with Robyn and Bre. :) Then we all went to my house.

We all had just eaten at Tim's, so nobody wanted supper. So we all sat down and talked and such for a few hours. Scottie started up the xbox and played Just Cause 2. Jessica showed up somewhere during the night. I love just talking. It's nice and relaxing as long as you don't have somebody being contrary on principle.

At around 10 15 PM, I started driving Bre and Elizabeth home. Scottie drove on back in his own car, and Robyn got a ride with her mom. I dropped Elizabeth home, so then Bre and I went for a drive around for a bit before I dropped her home. I think it was 10 50 when I was at her driveway? I can't remember.

So now here I am after a long day of nothing, writing a blog that just wasted 10 minutes of your time. So, I get the laugh laugh. :P Good night everybody! Sorry for the short blog!
-Waldon

Waldon here, and my blood sugar is really high. I've decided to write the blog really early tonight because I don't think I'll remember it later. As I've mentioned MANY times before now, I am a Type 1 Juvenile diabetic. I've had diabetes since I was 4 years old, so as you can imagine, the sheer number of needles and liters of insulin I've had pumped into me is almost legendary. A side effect of this mind numbing amount of insulin is that my body has developed a tolerance to the synthetic hormone- and areas I like to call "Dead Spots". These areas are spots where I've concentrated my doses on with my injector, and thus created an extremely high tolerance of insulin there, as well as a physical buildup of insulin in the fat cells of my lower abdomen. As anybody who knows some science will know, almost everything will move from an area of higher concentration to lower, thus if there's already a high concentration of insulin IN my stomach, my injections are unlikely to work. After discovering these Dead Spots, I relocated my primary dosage site to my rear upper thighs. But every now and again, I need to attempt to use my stomach area again to see if it's gotten any better. Lately, it HAS improved slightly because the fat cells containing the concentration of insulin have started to get broken down. . . But this last cycle with my insulin pump has not been my lucky week. I manged to get it on an area that has not improved at all, so my sugars have been very high. It would take me a very long time to get into what would happen because of that and the ramifications, and I don't think a blog about my life is exactly the place to get into diabetic sciences, so I'm going to just say it's a positive feedback loop and it's very unpleasant due to the memory loss, dizziness, apathy, tiredness and optical difficulties from having a high blood sugar.

Longer story told short, I'm writing this now because I'll be a blathering idiot by 10 PM. :P

So, today is New Years! Happy 2011 everybody! I didn't get home from the "Party" last night until 1 30 AM today. I walked Bre home and stuff, so it took me a little while to make it home. Although, mom only cared if my truck was back, not if I was. So it's not a big deal anyway.

To respond to a statement addressed to me today which has been voiced by several people including Gladdale, Robyn (I think?) and Laura: Yes. I AM very protective. In fact, I'm jealous and resentful of my Blonde friend because he's closer to Russell than I am now. I'm still worried sick about my small friend Robert Peck who moved away 6 years ago and I almost put 2 guys in the hospital when they took a swing at my dog. That's not even getting into what I do to try and keep the girls I know safe. I don't have enough space for that here. :P

Today Bre and I walked to meet each other at a minimart that's almost exactly in between our two houses. It's great, we say "Walk the minimart way?" and know EXACTLY what way we're talking about. :P By 1 30 or so (I can't actually remember the time xD) we met up and walked up to my house. We spent the afternoon just sitting down and listening to music, reading some articles. I loved it. :P I love just relaxing with people. Can't beat it. Maybe I should become a bear so that I can just hibernate all winter. Nothing wrong with that. xD. I drove her home at 5, and ate supper. Now here I am, writing this very sentence pushing the y key-

WHOA I BROKE THE CYBERSPACE CONTINUUM.

Writing the sentence that I'm writing as I'm writing it at this very second. I'm a madman.

So, Happy new year everybody! :D
-Waldon