Waldon here, and I really don't have any excuse as to why I keep forgetting to do the blog. I just do! I'm sorry!

Now, for some fun fact; I've been home alone since Friday night, and I've seen a grand total of 4 people in the roughly 54 hours since then. During that time, I've spent 1 hour with Glad, 2 and a half hours with Bre, and half an hour with My Dad and the random knock-on-the-door guy combined. :P

I'm very lonely. :(

You see, it wouldn't be so bad if I could get out of the house and do stuff, but I have to stay home because if we leave our dog alone he tries to do things that he shouldn't do because he'll hurt himself. I mentioned this before but he has two damaged back legs, and when he puts too much weight on them or strains them too much they get hurt again. So, I'm on Dogsitting duty until my Mom gets back from Newfoundland tomorrow.

I've been texting everybody, but Glad's phone and my phone refuse to acknowledge that the other person's phone exists, and our texts don't reach each other. Bre's been having a stressful time and I haven't really heard from her, or she's wanted to spend time with her family. Aside from those two, there's really nobody else that I've been able to get a hold of! Nobody's even on MSN!

So, I've been watching TV. And playing xBox. Yay me.

Seriously though. I'm jonesing for some companionship. Gunner is great! Don't get me wrong. I love my dog more than life itself! But he can't talk back. Or walk for long enough for me to get tired. >.<

Speak of the devil, my dog is at my waist now. :P So, I'm typing this with one hand whilst the other scratches his head. :)

I'm all jittery, and I need something to do. >.< Video games are great for so long, but after a while I want to see REAL people. Not little colored dots on a screen masquerading as real people. ;) Maybe I'll go for a walk when Dad gets home this evening?

Oh, right. I forgot to mention that my Dad is home from about 8 30 onwards every night, and he's gone when I wake up. :P He's a forest fire fighter, so seeing as this is the hot season there's, accordingly, fires. That's why I'm not in Newfoundland right now too. :P Because he was supposed to stay home with Gunner while Mom and I went out.

Oh well. Plans change. :P

So at the start of the weekend I was just like. "Oh well. Now I get to spend the weekend chilling out with everybody instead."

But then "Oh damn. Nobody wants to hang out/Nobody can hang out."

So after that "I guess I'll write that long overdue blog."

:P

Yeah. So. You guys just heard my entire weekend. I took gunner to the docks with Glad. Hung out with Bre for a couple hours. And watched Discovery Channel and Cartoons. Woot! xD

I guess I'm done for now. Good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here, and I had forgotten to post the story I wrote a few months ago on here, so I figure I'll do that now. I was browsing the forums on Deviantart (Or was it Gaia? xD) and somebody was ripping up the forums about how nobody writes "Inspirational-from-life" stories anymore. Of course, I solemnly took this as what it was.

A challenge! >:D

So, I looked back over my remarkably short existence and made a list of things that could possibly be considered "Epic or sad" in a certain casting of literary light. I found a few I thought I could just, you know, 'embellish' a little. So, here it is! Hopefully you fans of those deep stories like this! I know I read it and get a giggle. :P

PS. Don't look at this as real. Please. In fact, us in the literary circles might even say many portions of this are *ehem* *ehem*, "fake".

Too many people think I'm depressed or something already! This is mostly just pointless embellishment to see if I could do it. Okay? Okay. Good to see that you all understand. :P

PPS. THIS IS

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From Memories

Waldon Best

 

“Everybody is offered a choice. A choice to step away from everything and just disappear. To start over fresh and become a new person- this is a chance to give everything up that they’ve ever done.

This is the story of my choice;”

It all felt normal, as I woke up. That is to say, I felt like crap. I rolled out of bed, stepped over my sleeping dog and walked upstairs.

I stepped around my mother, who hardly noticed I was there, and walked into the bathroom. I got into the shower; letting the hot water soak it’s way into my sleep-tired muscles. I nodded off under the torrent, my forehead slowly dipping until it touched the wall with a startling stir. I woke with a start and rushed to get out. I found my support and walked downstairs again. I hurried into the warmth of my room, looked around for what I needed. I saw the purple disk.

Who else has to take medication from a disk? It was odd, that medication. It had to be inhaled. I made an odd face as I drew it in. It wasn’t like the other stuff that I had to inject or swallow. I didn’t like the new stuff. It left a bad taste in my mouth.

I noticed the time and started my truck. Thank god for electric start. As I fumbled around trying to reattach my medication to its plastic port in my body, that still sounds grotesque, I noted with irritation. It just happened to be that I was the lucky one in a thousand or two that had to deal with this diabetes crap.

Before long, I had finished with my daily tribulations and was on my way to pick up the Girl. Bless that girl for everything. I can’t help but smile when I’m around her. It’s almost creepy... Hell, it IS creepy. Damn. I don’t want to be a creeper.

I got in my truck, and glanced around at the world. My town is small and quiet, and is usually pretty peaceful. We’re hundreds of miles away from everywhere that’s anywhere. We’re the stereotypical hick town up north.

My thoughts turned to what I would be doing within the next while. I’m odd like that, you see. I don’t wonder what I’m doing that moment or time frame, I wonder what I’ll be doing in a few months, or in a few years, never what I’m doing now. After thinking my way through the school’s drama festival and the dance recital I had to dance in, I ended up thinking about the Prom. I wasn’t looking forward to the Prom.

I’m a third level high school kid with all of the stereotypes that implies. I was constantly angry, resentful and hungry. Also, I had zits. Which is possibly the worst thing that can happen to a guy hoping to impress a girl.

It took me months, years even before I had the courage to ask the girl to walk in with me to the prom.

Well, in all truthfulness, I never actually got the chance, but the intention was there.

She told the whole table at lunchtime that she was walking in with a guy. Okay, I can accept that. That’s cool. He was braver than I was. He asked her first.

Time passed, things changed. I grew up a little, I hope. The girl and I started seeing each other in the meantime. I was happy, it was great to have somebody to actually talk to, you know? But then the topic of prom dates was brought up. I didn’t want to think about it. I mean, I knew the guy was still walking in and going with her, that was a given. She would never break a promise. That was one reason I liked her.

I’m a jealous person. I’ll admit it. This was infuriating. I had had this perfect ideal in my head of prom that I could be proud of for the rest of my life. To most people it wouldn’t be a big deal. But for some reason it bothered me immensely. It was a thorn in my side that wouldn’t go away. It was the idea of it, I suppose. I was the guy she settled for, the one that was a backup. I hope she doesn’t hate me for it.

It’s irrational. I know that. But, still… It hurt.

I pulled into her driveway. Stepped out of the truck and got it running again. It’s too cold out to let it stop. I felt my legs go weak beneath me as the soles of my feet touched the icy dirt. Damn these knees. I’m eighteen! How many other eighteen year olds have to worry about bum knees?

These knees are always ruining stuff for me at the worst possible opportunity. I think they have a life of their own.

They made me into the one limping helper at the school events, the guy who couldn’t even do his job during the summer because they couldn’t even hold him up.

Oh well. It’ll pass. It always passes.

I knocked on her door and stepped in. I wait for her as she gets herself ready for school. I laugh as I notice the time. We’ll be late today, it seems. But that was okay. I liked being around the Girl.

We rush to school, get ourselves in order and commence with our day.

The day crawls by, one long grey blur of mathematics and smelly people crammed into cramped hallways.

But around noon I feel something odd, almost like my knees aren’t there anymore. I can taste a strange taste on my tongue. The center of my chest feels kind of  … hollow.

I know what it is now. With weary acceptance, I ask my teacher if I can go to my locker and get my glucometer and medication. He nods.

I sigh and stand.

When I was four years old, I woke up on a bright autumn day with a few odd things on the go. So odd, in fact, that my parents decided to take me to the hospital.

Immediately.

I guess being blue would be the incentive to provide that sort of reaction.

I was monitored, prodded, tested, moved and jostled. Within a week we had the diagnosis. I was a type 1 juvenile diabetic.

I had to look forward to a lifetime of testing and degradation.

Diabetes took over my life. I didn’t have any other memories before being this way. It was the only life I knew. Cold sterile hospital walls, invasive needles, an intimate understanding of where, exactly, it hurt to put a steel point.

Diabetes did more to me than I thought it did, in the end.

It almost eradicated my immune system. It damaged my cardiovascular system. I was hardly able to breathe; I could feel my heart beating through my ribcage just from walking down a hallway.

By the age of twelve I had been hospitalized.

With an assortment of drugs and material that I didn’t really understand, I was brought back to health. I was laid out for three weeks.

I think it probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I had a visitor once or twice.

It was during this time that the diabetes changed me the most, in retrospect. I mean, I could deal with the liquid filled lungs, the compressed heart, the chronic bronchitis… it was the self-doubt that really did the damage.

How could I ever have a kid with myself like this? What would I do if they showed up like me?I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if they were born with all of my problems.

Marriage too. Marriage is out of the question. Marriage is a holy, wonderful bond between two equals. Between two people that want to spend the rest of their lives together.

I’m not even capable of living past the age of fifty. I’m not going to marry somebody, and then just as they’re getting old and ready to settle into life, leaving them. That would be the cruelest of things to do to somebody.

If I couldn’t walk down the street without having to make sure I didn’t die, what chances did I have in the real world?

School was over by now. The afternoon had passed. I held my report card in one hand. My face immobile as the stone school walls I had left with all haste. It was a drive home that wasn’t lonely. I was driving Her home today. So I had Her with me. She talks to me. I like that.

I dropped her off and started on my way home.

I slowly stepped out of my truck. The brisk winter wind tugging at my hair. Nudging the oh-so-important paper in my hands.

I raised my feet just enough to make each step. Every one felt as heavy as lead. I walked into my house where my mother waited for that oh-so-fucking-important-paper.

I handed it over without a sound.

She looked at it. Slowly. I stood and waited.

She raised her head. I didn’t breath.

As I looked forward and saw into her eyes, I knew she wasn’t going to and didn’t have to say anything. I trudged downstairs and closed my door with the unspoken accusations ringing loudly in my empty ears.

When I was young I was an outcast compared to the other kids. I was always giving myself needles and eating funny little candies. I was short and tubby, the perfect target for children who want to be like everybody else to pick on.

One of those was the other Boy.

He was thin and pale, and had black hair. He thought it was hilarious to keep picking on me.

Throughout my first, second and third years in school, he was my bully.

But sooner or later, something had to change. And it was I.

I grew a little. That was all it took when the average kid was never more than an inch or so different than anybody else. The guys who bullied me stopped. They were scared of me now.

As I sat with my head in my hands, I felt something cold and wet pressing against my forearm.

It was my dog, that beautiful, wonderful friend that never failed to be there for me with an unquestioning love. I was lucky, so, so lucky. I had several friends, but only a few of those were as close to me as he was. I thought of one in particular that was like a blood brother to me.

Who was always there, who singlehandedly stopped all but one of my bullies.

Every single one stopped - except for the Boy.

He would never stop picking on me.

… Because we became best friends.

In a weird twist of fate, when my family moved, I moved in next door to the Boy. We spent nearly half a decade nearly inseparable from one another. But, like before, things changed. The boy moved to another part of town, and we grew apart. But we always were brothers. Always will be.

We spent too much time together as stupid kids, beating each other up in our worlds of make believe underneath our parents porches. I can remember watching television with him. It was a documentary about tribes in Africa. We listened in rapt preadolescent attention as two men cut their wrists, put them together and suddenly were family.

Guess what we did?

He is now my brother. And as that powerful looking man on television said;

“He is my brother. I would fight for him. I would die for him. He is one of my own, and I will treat him as family.”

Clearly, I can remember being allowed to start walking around town with him, trying to find a new place to play in.

Eventually we did. And we called it “Cloudy Hollow”.

It was our place. Nobody else would ever be able to claim it from us.

I wish I could still live like that, without a care in the world to weigh me down.

We grew up, that’s the only thing that could have happened. After he moved to the other side of town, things started changing. He stopped caring about working. He stopped caring about anything but having fun now.

His marks dropped and despite my efforts, he continued to stay complacent with his work.

He didn’t care about getting a good grade. He was focused on having a good time, all the time. I’m not the kind of guy that dislikes that. To the contrary, I love relaxing and having some good fun with friends.

He didn’t care about school, or work, or anything that didn’t interest him. If it wasn’t an interest, it didn’t matter.

I had to stand there and watch as I saw his future going down the drain.

I’m taking my dog for a walk. It’s one of the few things I do that really lets me relax. It lets me just stretch myself out and see things, you know? I could forget about all the jealousy and resentment. About how lonely I was without the Boy or the Girl around, about how my health had gone to Hell and how Mom thought I was useless.

It was a beautiful night.  So I decided to walk the long way home and go through the path in the thicket of trees a short while away from my house. That thicket led straight out across the land. You could walk all the way to the ocean from there.

My dog. My faithful companion followed me and hounded me. I never walked him on a leash. You don’t chain your brother. Especially not if your brother loved you even if you were a defect like me.

We came up to a river or a pond. I couldn’t tell which. Did it really matter? I suppose not. Looking out over the frozen water, I felt an odd pressure building up behind my eyes. Like there was some great hand pushing me forward and holding me back simultaneously. I had a choice to make and I knew it.

Out there, in that water, was a chance to start over again.

I could just tell my Dog to walk home. He would do it. He was a smart boy.

I could just walk right out over the ice and wait. I could break it, I think. I’m a big guy now. I can push myself to be stronger for just a few minutes to open just one hole. That’s all I need to make a fresh start.

I started to open my mouth. I started to point towards town and tell my Dog to go home, when I saw it.

There was a small patch of water open near the edge of the pond, and I could see myself in the reflection.

As I looked at the mirrored picture of myself, I could see into my eyes. I hardly knew them. I was suddenly aware of myself. Of all the scars and contusions. Of all the damage and signs left from a life lived.

Maybe, if I just started over, I could actually accomplish something this time. Maybe I could actually make Mom proud, or be the guy my Girl actually wanted, hell, even stop Boy from ruining his life. I could clean myself out of all this damned disease and internal filth. I could make myself into a person with real hopes and dreams.

Of course, if I let the water take me, my life obviously wouldn’t end up like it is now. This life would be left far behind. I’d find another Girl. Another Boy. Maybe even another Dog.

I could hear the wind rustling in the bare trees, the branches rubbing dryly against one another, the pine needles brushing themselves against each other. I prepared myself to walk forward to that small, glistening patch of salvation in the ice and snow. A portal to blessed oblivion… and then life.

Dog pressed up against my leg.

I could feel his warmth through my jeans, very foreign feeling.

It was just so out of place. Where did all that heat come from? When did I get so cold? When did everything I start seeing things as dark and shadowed with resentment and jealousy?

I had a Girl who, if she didn’t love me, at least tolerated me. I had the Boy, who stuck with me through thick and thin, who was there for the toughest and best times of my life. I had a Dog that would walk with me through the coldest night because I was his brother, his pack mate.

With utter disregard to everything else, I had let myself be guided by my self-pity, to this pond. I had been given a bitter pill, and I had swallowed it without a moment’s hesitation.

I had decided on what I would do.

I was sick of being diseased and defective. I was hot to death and I knew it wasn’t long before I was burned out. I didn’t have long left to go. I was tired of feeling like I was a reject who had been placing last his whole life. The girl shouldn’t have to deal with my whining. The Boy needed a teacher, but I wasn’t it. I couldn’t save the Boy from wrecking his life. What right did I have to keep mine going? I tried my best, but I’m sure that I’ve ruined so much around me with my negativity.

I reached forward, slowly stretching my fingertips towards the opened ice.

I stopped as I felt the icy cool of the liquid release frosting my fingertips.

I remembered the warmth of her touch on my arms, her voice in my ears.

I recalled the warm days, the cool nights spent running around having worldly adventures and epic quests to save the world; with the Boy as my fellow adventurer, with the Girl as we walked a starlit promenade.

I saw Dog, sitting patiently. Waiting for me to come back to him. He didn’t doubt for one minute that I would be back. His certainty in me was absolute.

I felt something odd on my face. It felt weird. I was smiling.

Maybe my life wasn’t perfect. I’ll never be able to have kids or start a family. Nor live long enough to see my friends grow to old age.

But it was my life.

No matter what I did and no matter what was happening to me. I would never turn my back on it.

I have a chance, right here in front of me to start fresh, healthy, loved.

But that would mean giving up what I’ve already got.

I turned back to my Dog. I smiled and held out my hand. He placed his head in it, eager for a petting. He wasn’t going to leave me.

I wonder what Boy and Girl are doing right now? Would they let me come back to them?

I think tomorrow will be a good day, a good day to start fresh.

I was leaving old tracks behind and seeing a world once painted black, now colored in a vibrant new light.

I walked home under a new set of stars.

Waldon here, and in order to properly appreciate that fact, you'll need to see what I've seen. Namely, this:

Found in the archives of Animalsbeingd----.com, I'd appreciate it if you went to check it out, I think it's great xD

So, this morning I went out to Tim's with Gladdale, and it was all well and good until I finished eating. Then I felt horribly sick. >.< I think it was some bad lettuce or or something. :P

So then we went walking around for a bit, and then back to my house to cool down while Gladdale waited to go home to register for her courses in the fall online.

That afternoon I didn't really do much at all. xD

Then this evening I got to hang out with Bre! We watched "The Other Boleyn Girl", and then hung out for a while until she had to go home. It was fun!  The movie wasn't bad, but I think I had more fun with my own internal commentary. :P

Oh yes, I'll be leaving on Friday I believe, hopefully I'll be able to get a blog up while I'm gone, but I don't have high hopes! I'll be gone for about 4 days or so, so I'll miss at least 2 blogs. >.<

So, now that I've got nothing left to say, I figure I'll go to bed!

Good night everybody!
-Waldon

Hey there! I haven't written in days . . . Again! I figured I'd write this now before I fell asleep or went home and went to bed
 
The past few days have been crazy. Every day when I get home, I'm ready to drop. I'm absolutely exhausted. In a way, I'm really glad that this is my last week of work. (><)  Today makes me appreciate that fact.

So. Today. Normally, we go swimming on Fridays. As you may know, today is a Monday. We went swimming. We were supposed to go from 2 to 3 this afternoon but it turns out that the pool was reserved from 1 to 2. That was awful. All the parents had to be called. They were told that they had to pick up their kids at 12:30 instead of 1:30, and if they couldn't pick up their kid, their kid couldn't go.

Cruel, I know. Speaking of cruel, I'd like to apologize to poor Virginie, who was left alone with the kids quite a bit today. I'll try to make sure that it doesn't happen again. (><)

So. Britt went to the pool with us instead of one of the Katimaviks (Mathieu or Virginie). At 12, we had to go home to get her swim suit and be back at the school for 12:30. She had to eat. I don't even know if she ate! We went back to the school, where we picked up some stuff for the kids to do after swimming, and told Mme Nancy that we were ready to go. Because two parents couldn't pick up their kids, Britt and I took them in the Pathfinder with us. It was fun! When we got to the pool, we all went swimming.

I got out a few minutes early to get dressed and wait for everyone. I then waited for the boys to be ready. When they were ready, we went out to the Pathfinder to get some stuff for everyone to do. Kids love to feel helpful. We then went back in and hung out for two hours until the parents picked up their kids. What did we do? I prayed that the kids wouldn't be too lazy to do anything, and that they wouldn't kick up too much of a fuss. Luckily, Britt was there to straighten them out. I'm not much of an authority figure.

All of the kids were picked up by quarter after four. We couldn't go to the school to drop everything off because NO ONE WAS THERE. So we went home. Britt, Junior, and I went to A&W for supper. It was nice! I bought the ice cream, and Britt bought my food. After supper, we went to Dad's for a visit, then back down to Mom's. At around 7:30, Junior and I came over to his house, where I played Sims for a while. Now I'm writing this!

Well, I WAS writing this. I'm done now. Good night!

- Bre : )

Waldon here, and tonight's title comes from the song "Carnival of Rust" by Poets of The Fall. Absolutely amazing sounding songs by these guys, you should all totally check it out. :P

I actually just got back from walking home Sandra and Sarah. I don't like it when my friends have to walk home in the dark by themselves. I get worried about them, and I'm a fairly protective person. I left at about 10 30 or so, and stayed for about 25 minutes when I got there at 11 30 for some cake and tea! :)

We all had a potluck tonight at my house, Bre, Sandra, Sarah, Robyn and I all hung out and ate a bunch of delicious food that everybody brought. Even the potato brownies. Curses to that tomfoolery. :P

Sandra and Sarah brought brownies... with mashed potato icing that I never noticed until it was too late. xD

Now, I'm going to use the rest of the blog to write some fairly mean stuff about myself. I'm not going to say it's self pity, that would be wrong. Nor is it looking for pity; that would also be wrong. I just want to get this all down in writing so that I can't deny that I said and thought it later.

Of course, anybody who isn't really interested in listening to me make horrible non-fiction accusations at myself doesn't have to read this. In fact, it'll probably just make you angry if you did. :P You can just skip on down to the end of the page to hear me say good night, if you want. xD The part that you'll probably want to skip if you're a normal person is in italics. :P

I apologize in advance for what you're about to read. ;)

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In her "Young Wizard's" series, Diane Duane offered up a piece of advice that I've come to realize is so true that many people don't even realize it. When it comes between apologizing even when you feel that you're right, and hurting a relationship with people you love, apologizing should always be what you choose to do. I don't feel like I've done anything wrong; but when I think about it, I know I must have. If I do something that makes the most important people to me so incredibly angry that I'm afraid I'll lose them, even if I feel like I was in the right, I'll give it all up, my pride, my opinion, anything to make it better.

I want to apologize, deeply, for the expectations I have at times. I feel like I've been regarding myself as some kind of wonderful person compared to everybody else. I've been so wrong, it's probably criminal.

Over the past few days, I've had my little bubble of reality come crashing down on me. I've been made to realize that I place much more importance on several other people than they do on me. There are a few people, one whom I feel very, very strongly for, in particular that make up the absolute centre of my universe. Everything I do makes me think of them, makes me remember things we've done together or of things that I look forward to doing with them. I know that none of them feel the same way about me. I know that I'm not the centre of any of their lives (even if I'd like and love to be), like my own screwed up sentiments.

But for some reason, I expect them to. I expect that they'll all place me in the same measure of importance, even though it's absolutely unreasonable. I'm a screw-up, if there ever was one. I'm clingy and needy, and as soon as they get an opportunity to do something that they would rather do with somebody else instead of something I was hoping they'd do with me, I feel like I've been completely left behind, that I'm the second choice.

This is wrong, I know that! I have this complex, where if somebody tells me that they're interested in doing something or that they want to do something with me and then do something else with somebody else instead, I feel so unimportant that it hurts. I feel so incredibly belittled. Then, I don't act rationally anymore, I just lash out and hurt them.

Because of this, I've placed horrible, selfish restrictions on them in my own mind, all that they don't deserve, to have to deal with. And I'm going to be trying to change myself to deserve them, my loved ones. I'm a selfish person, wrong in so many ways and monstrous in many more. Please, I'd like to say here and now that I'm trying to do better. I'm going to make a rather late new years resolution to change myself, and hopefully I'll be able to keep to it.

I'm so sorry, to all of these people who've had to deal with me. I'm sorry for the way I've acted and the childish way I've reacted to every change in plans. I hope, here and now to change how I am to be better for all of you.

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If you read that, I apologize. :P You were exposed to something remarkably whiny, although I suppose I warned you. xD

Thank you all for reading this tonight! Hopefully, the people I've based my life around read this and they know I'm sorry for being such a insensitive person at times.

Good night Everybody! :)
-Waldon

Waldon here, Bre doesn't have access to the blog tonight I assume, and she's fairly exhausted from Babysitting! So I'm going to write just a short little bit to make sure you know we're not forgetting you!

About the title!

I was at work today and whilst I was wearing my brand new hat (which is so awesome because it says "GOT MEAT?"), Gloria (The senior worker) looked at me and asked me the hat's said question. Of course, I responded with a quirky and clever comment!

Basically, it consisted of me calling myself chunky. :P

Kathy (Our new florist) looked at me and said instead, I was rather "Bearlike"! Then, not even 10 minutes later Stephanie and Christina, (The cash register/Etc girls) said I was magical and fantastical!

I guess I must be doing something right? :P

So after I got back home I had a quick bite to eat and a quick wash and then went to Bre's house for a bit while she was babysitting. I left around 11? It was fun! :)

Oh, before I forget! Anybody who was at our last potluck should remember that we're having another one on Sunday! (Bre, Sandra, Robyn, Vlad, Sam, Sarah and Gladdale! You two are new additions, but you're more than welcome and expected!) I don't expect they'll see this blog before the weekend's out, but whatever. I'll get in contact. xD

So, good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here! The title, of course I'm sure you already know this ;), is about Apocalyptica. Apocalyptica is a musical group consisting of 4 cellos and a drum kit... playing hard rock and heavy metal. Ahhh... Can't you feel the awesome? :D Seriously though, they rock. Check 'em out if you haven't already.

Today was one of my on call days again, so I spent the day doing nothing and going nowhere. Exciting, isn't it? :P I helped put up two of the walls on my new shed this morning, that was fun. xD

Then, this evening I went to Bre's! It was great! I missed her a lot more than usual today and so I went for a visit. :P She was nice enough to let me come down. :)

Okay, so I seriously spent about 10 hours of today playing Oblivion. I have a problem. >.< Although, my level 17 Wood Elf Battlewitch is pretty awesome, regardless. I know you're all jealous. >:P

So, seeing as how I seriously did almost nothing today I've actually covered everything that happened, easily. xD I don't see how Bre puts up with me, I must be the most boring person in the world :P

And now I guess I'm done. I'm tired. I'm gonna read some Terry Pratchett novels and go to sleep! Good night all!
-Waldon

Oh lord I haven't written in ages please don't kill me.

Good evening all! I have no excuses for why I haven't written the blog in a while so I'm just going to get right into it!

At the moment, Britt and Junior are going through Junior's manga. It's all kinds of fun! I'm sitting at the computer, eating some yummy gummy candy from Maynard's. I haven't that much to say...

Today was all right! Work was long. We were outside until dinnertime and stayed inside after lunch. We tried to get the kids to act a little bit but nobody would listen to the ones in front of the group. Gosh, kids. Then we made puppets out of paper bags! :D

Mom made pizza for supper tonight and it was so good! :D

Gosh, I'm so sorry. I have to stop writing now. I'm exhausted. (><)   I think that's why I haven't written in ages . . . I'm sorry, but I don't even remember. : (  Until next time!

- Bre : )

Waldon here! Sorry guys, I know you're probably getting sick of me by now. Most people do, after a while. Bre in particular has the patience to put up with me. :P Bre was unable to post a blog due to her continuing computer problems, so I told her I would do it. It's the least I can do for that girl, she does so much for me. :)

This afternoon I was going to wash my truck, but instead Bre asked if I wanted to go out in boat instead, so of course I said yes. :P We spent the afternoon out around the bay with some of her family. :) Then I showed her little brother how to catch cushies. (or Three-Spined Sticklebacks for those of you not into our dialect :P)

Then Bre and I got ice-cream, and it was great. :D

After supper, Sandra and Robyn came over, and then Bre and her sister Brittany came over. They came over from her dads house, and I wish she knew how much that meant to me. <3 She didn't have to, but she did anyway. For that, I owe her so much. :)

Robyn was playing Oblivion all night, and Sandra, Britt, Bre and I were watching her play. I think I've made another convert to the awesome that is Oblivion. :P Also, we were talking about every possible thing under the sun! Sandra and I had an absolutely riveting conversation about fears on the way to her house !I just dropped Sandra and Robyn off a little while ago.

...and now I suppose I have to go to bed. I have work in the morning! Good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here! Both Bre and I apologize for the lack of posts the past few nights! It was an odd and convoluted series of thoughts that lead to myself, at least, assuming it was Bre's turn to write it last night or the night before. :S So, I hadn't looked at the blog until this evening when Bre asked me to fill in for her. xD

And with all due respect... that's pretty much all I've got to say. >.< Today I was sent home from work early because it was too hot and there wasn't enough work for me to be needed. So then Bre and I went to the docks and took Gunner for a swim. He loved it!

I ended up missing my cousin's wedding today, and I want to apologize so, so deeply for that! I was told that my family wasn't going to go to it, so I took yesterday off instead of today because my blood sugar was high. But early this morning my Mom said she was going! By then it was too late for me to get the day off. >.< Of course, I got off in time to go, but then when I got home I realized all my nice clothes had to be pressed and cleaned. I ended up not being able to go. I'm so, so sorry! :(

This evening Bre came over and we hung out for a while. Actually, we turned on the TV for ambient sound, and when I walked into the room an hour ago after she left, the TV was quiet during a part of the movie that was on, and then a man started whispering and I very nearly righteously ruined this pair of shorts in very short order. :P

So, I guess that's it for now. :S I really don't know what else to say! Good night! :)
-Waldon