Ohmigosh, I just realized that it was my turn to do the blog. I don’t think I’ve even read Junior’s from last night yet! Oh, please forgive me! I’ve been so scatterbrained lately. I still need to do my research paper because it’s due on Friday. ARGH. I didn’t get anything done tonight because... I don’t even KNOW. Time is just flying by and I’m getting nothing done!

By the way, the paper is going horribly.

Junior, I believe, had dance class tonight, so I haven’t spoken to him since school let out. Or rather, since Art Club. We both went today. Instead of Art, I did my Pre-cal homework so that I could focus on my research paper tonight. Pfft, I didn’t get anything done ! Well, except my Pre-cal. That’s okay. I still have tomorrow and the next day to do my paper, so I’ll just work steady. I don’t have anything to do on Thursday, so that will be the frantically working day for me. Back to Art Club. Lisa came by too! She was playing around on Ms. Edmunds’ iPad while I worked, haha. Junior was around, talking to everyone. Sandra, Robyn, Noelle, Thomas, and them were all there doing what they do best - being cool. I love that crowd. (^^)

Lisa brought me home afterward. It was awesome! We were singing "Barbie Girl" by Aqua on the way downtown. Cool kids, ‘er wha’? Yes b’y. Like I said, I don’t know where the time went. One minute it’s 4:30 and I’m walking in the door, the next it’s 9 and I’m trying to write a hurried blog so that Junior doesn’t have to for me again!

My deepest apologies, by I have to cut this short. I really need to do that darn paper! Good night all! Oh, and happy end of November! :D

- Bre :)

Waldon here, and I am currently suffering through two things. Of which, I'm not sure which causes me more pain/discomfort. One, the girl whom I like and who I was going to ask to the Snowball/Prom is going with another guy who she's currently "On the go" with. Somebody else a few nights ago pointed out to me how much they hate that phrase. I'm starting to agree. Secondly, I am going through an EXTREME writers block. It took me an hour to get to this word HERE.

I'm thinking about doing yoga again. I can only remember a couple of positions, but my dance teacher knows some, and she might be able to refer me to a good place to learn again. I'm still recuperating with my knee, so anything to help with that will help.

There are so many things I think people can learn from physical contemplation. The original form of Yoga, Muai Thai, Kendo, Kung Fu, Karate, Sambo, Kickboxing, they all use mental tactics to win in a bout between two people. War. But now they can be used for relaxation and physical relief, from this spawns two more important things; Emotional empathy and mental study. These are two things I think people should practice, I believe that if we want our lives to be full and complete, we need to use our bodies. We need to move and be a part of the world. We are all animals. Animals hunt, move, wait and ambush. They're always DOING something. Sadly, we are not. So many people now have let themselves get shut away inside of their basements or in the dark and watch their televisions or sleep. Play xbox, ps3, wii, anything to distract themselves.

Do you know why?

It's because it is an easy sense of achievement. Without once having to move from their couch, they can save the world or win the grand prix. It gives people a sense of elation to know that they can excel. I want people to see what the world can offer them. If we all stood up and walked, if we all stood up and ran, we could all see things as they really are. Though the endorphins and hormones are what we use to explain the feeling we get after working or moving, I believe it is because we are doing what we are supposed to do. We're doing what our animal selves want to do. We acheive a sense of oneness between mind, soul and body. True art, yeah?

Well, maybe Daniel Ilabaca has a better way to express it. Links don't cooperate with me for some reason, so I'll just tell you how to see his video. Go to youtube and search for "Daniel Ilabaca Choose not to Fall". Truly inspirational.

Well, I'm out of things to talk about tonight, so . . . Good night Everybody!
-Waldon

In a world where so many people wear Aviators, Wayfarers are underappreciated. This is why only the cool people wear them. While both types of sunglasses are made by the same brand, Ray Ban, they are completely different. Just look them up if you don’t believe me. When I think of Aviators, I think of pilots (hence the name AVIATORS) or Italians. I can picture someone with a popped collar and a pair of Aviators on their face drinking at a club, piloting a plane, or driving a Ferrari. Now, Wayfarers on the other hand, I can picture at a concert. Everybody chilling out with their drinks and rocking out to some band on stage. Or at a coffee shop. Below it the picture of Junior and I that I’m supposed to print off for him (Junior, I’m working on it. When I find some picture paper, you’ll have a copy)! As you can see, I love my Wayfarers. Russell has a pair of Aviators.. Silly boy.

Yes, I realize that I’m stereotyping a bit, but oh well. That’s just what’s on my mind at the moment.

As Junior mentioned in his last post, I had to work last night. (By the way, I’m totally jealous of he and Robyn. It sounds like they had a great night)! I got there around 6:20 and didn’t leave until 10:45 or so? We weren’t too long last night. There were a few of us in the kitchen, so it was smooth running. It was the other girl’s, Natasha, first night ever working there, so I had to kind of tell her what to do. She was wonderful! We had about 45 minutes to do nothing before the party started and we had to serve anything, so we just chatted. At about 8, we started serving the meal and didn’t stop until 10:30. Well, we had a short break to eat, but that’s about it. While people were making speeches or something out in the hall, we were in the kitchen helping with the dishes. Needless to say, we were both exhausted by the end of the night. It was pretty much only because we were running around for so long non-stop.

I got home around 11, talked to Daniel on MSN for a bit, then messaged Junior and went to bed. I could hardly sit up straight by then!

I have also been trying to work at my research paper since yesterday, and it hasn’t been working out too well. At the moment, I have some research done, but not all. It’s due at the end of the week, so I’ll most definitely get it done. At around 2 ish, my Dad picked up Britt and I, and we went up to Dad’s until 7. Well, at about 3:30 I went to Junior’s and he was helping me with my paper. He helped so much! Many thanks to him. (^^) Dad let me take the truck over, thank goodness. Dad is only slightly further away than Scottie is from Junior’s, but I was so cold that I don’t think I would have made it halfway without freezing this afternoon. In the five minutes that I was outside, I shivered so much that I got a cramp in my leg. Now, explain THAT.

WHY is it so easy for me to write this blog when I can’t even write my research paper? I have almost six hundred words written now, and I’ve only been at it for about fifteen minutes (give or take a couple). Maybe it’s because I don’t have a set topic, and I’m writing whatever comes to my head? Yeah. That sounds right.

Anywho! Speaking of my research paper, I should research some more. ARGH. Good night all!

- Bre :)

P.S. Oh yeah! I think I have to work again this Friday and Saturday. Go me!

Yeah, so it's almost 1 AM, and I'm writing the blog. How are YOU doing?

I did close to NOTHING today. I woke up extremely late (11 AM) and then proceeded to spend the rest of the afternoon playing xbox all day. CoD Black Ops is better than I thought it would be. It has an excellent online experience and several good multiplayer modes for splitscreen.

About halfway through the afternoon, my friend and I went to go get gas for his car. Although admittedly, I don't understand his reasoning in driving his car over to my house in the first place. It's less than a half a block away from here. We're not even on the main road in town. You could WALK to my house from his in less than 5 minutes. Oh well, it's his gas and health he's sacrificing.

We then came back to my house and played some more xbox. Fun, yeah?

I never got to hang out with Bre or anything today, she spent the afternoon with her little brother who was celebrating his 8th birthday. Happy birthday man, have a good one. Although now I guess it's belated, isn't it? Ah, whatever. I haven't slept yet. It's still today to me.

She also had work tonight, so I spent the night with my friend Robyn. She's also an artist like myself. She has BEAUTIFUL pictures. I walked down to meet her at 8PM, and by 9 we were back at my house. I then sat down and watched her play Harvest Moon until midnight. It was fun. :P

She couldn't get a hold of her regular ride home, so she called her alternate source of transportation, and AWAY she went! Now, here I am writing the blog later, admittedly MUCH later, than it should have been. If I was thinking, I would have written it this morning and posted it tonight. Or I could have just written it while she was playing, but that takes mental acuity to think something that reasonable. And since I'm a glorified ape, in essence, I don't DO reasonable thinking.

Anyways, I'm done for the night. Good night everybody- and since I never got to say it tonight, for which I'm so, so sorry- Good night Bre! Sweet dreams, and have a good sleep!
-Waldon

I’ve had such an unproductive week that I feel like crying. I feel like I haven’t done ANYTHING. No research paper, no novel assignment, nothing. Junior and I had a Math test yesterday, I had a Chem RETEST today, and I had an English novel quiz today - I hardly studied for any of it! Where does time go? Because I really need to find some.

Tomorrow is my brother’s eighth birthday, so I think I’m staying home most of the day. Although, I do have to work tomorrow night. I’m a call-in waitress at a place here in town. My Pop is a part of their organization, so they call me when the need someone. It’s mostly around Christmas time, so it’s not too bad. We get some crazy people up there sometimes. For example, one night, some guy asked for two pieces of cheesecake. I gave them to him, and he called me an angel. Lovely.

So, as Junior said, I got my licence on Wednesday. I think I’ve done more driving since then than I have in the past eight months! Today, I drove to school. That was fine. I roped Junior into coming to the store with me after school to get some butter. That was also fine. This afternoon, when I went out to the parking lot, Junior, Ryan and Meghan were with me. Ryan and Meghan both had to work at four o’clock, and they work uptown, so I brought them up. Meghan refused a ride from the store to work! I told her it was no problem, but she said it was okay. Ryan didn’t want to cross the main road, so we brought him to work. Silly Ryan! But, he has the SWEETEST girlfriend in the whole world (Meghan). She’s just so perfect for him! (^^)

After getting butter, Junior and I went to pick up my Dad’s cheque to deposit it for him. (I forgot to mention that he called before we left school and asked me to do it). We got the cheque. While we were in the parking lot there, Britt called (was it then? I don’t remember..) and asked how long we’d be so that we could get Bryton then pick up our take-out. Junior had my phone because I was driving (I think we had left the lot? Man, I’m all over the place tonight) so he talked to her. We deposited the cheque, went home to get Bryton, and went to get the food. After getting the food, Bryton and I dropped off Junior and went home.

After we all ate, Bryton and I went to the bank to get some money and then went to the store. He got a toy, then we went to the gas station. It was the first time I had been to a gas station since I got my licence. I had to ask the buddy how to unlock the cap. Go me and my idiocy. I wasn’t too embarrassed. I’m used to feeling stupid. Anywho! I put 20$ in the Pathfinder, and I went from about a quarter to a half tank. Holy. Cow. That thing really does eat gas.

Bryton and I left the gas station and went home to get Britt and Brooke. Britt and I had planned to take the kids to Tim Horton’s to pass some time. We were there for about an hour, then went home before the rush started.

Other than that, my night has been quite uneventful. Nothing important happened? All I know is that tomorrow I need to work really hard on my homework. It’s going to suck. I think the main thing that I have to do is my research paper... And read A Separate Peace. Ugh.

On that note, I’m going to stop this blog right here before someone falls asleep.

- Bre :)

Waldon here, and I'm in a particularly philosophic mood. But before I get into my rant and thesis, I would like to, nay, I would love to congratulate Bre. Today, Bre did her road test for her driver's license and, of course, passed! Congratulations Bre! We were all rooting for you and as a British guy who was getting drunk in my shed once said to me, "May you have many happy miles . . ." Of course, he was talking about a motorcycle in regards to myself (and a pathfinder is much different than a motorcycle) but the principle and meaning is the same, yeah?

So anyways, I was thinking tonight, about the many facets of the human soul. Of what makes us human to each other. What it is that creates a sense of oneness when we look at another of ourselves.

Deep in our collective mind, we claim that we are human when we can recognize ourselves as of the same family and genus. But what is it, really?Is a human just an evolved ape?

Or is a human somebody that has emotions and feelings, a right to speak and converse? A mind and soul, a part of the whole that is our world?

I believe so. We would not be human without our mind that can rationalize and justify, that relies on gut instinct to lead us through our troubles. We would not be human if we cannot love or hate, or fear or lust for another. A human, to myself, is somebody that can empathize with another and feel pain. "Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee." said by English poet, John Donne. A human is somebody that feels the loss of another as keenly as if it were itself.

What brings out these emotions? What part of being a human would make us love or hate? There are thousands of facets of the soul and million reasons more why somebody would do something that they do. War or famine, prosperity or abundance.  While a soldier may never know what the rich man feels as he sleeps in his down filled bed, the soldier knows how it feels to love another like a brother of his own blood. The harshness and violence of war where blood is spilled more often than your breath is taken in, is the germination of the seed of gentility and peace that grows in the hearts of all those that worked to create it to end the pain. The man who was deprived will know desperation and fear, maybe even gratitude for what he has in his times of need, while the man who was given all may appreciate what he was given, or not at all.

Through the world we walk, we are constantly fighting our own battles and wars. We are always ousting our own personal demons. We must parry the thrusts of the damned and deranged and hope for the betterment of humankind. Not for the whole of us that are born with some meaningless strands of DNA, of genetic material you cannot even SEE without effort, but for humankind. For all that think and play. For all those that want to see peace and tranquility throughout the conscious whole.

The human condition expresses itself through all aspects of our life. From the first cro-magnon man and woman, to the final human left when everything is done, we will have some way to show ourselves. To leave behind the ideal image we have for ourselves. To leave behind our messages and our thoughts. Through music, religion, poetry, art, sciences, our maths. Everything. A human will know this, a human may not know art or poetry, but a human can solve a math problem or sing a song, write a book, lead an army and even raise a child. What is human, will know it is human by it's self awareness. It knows it is itself. Thus, it is human.

Remember, although rationalization and logic tells us that things like war are detestable, but as humans we have to see it from every angle. We have to walk through the forest of acceptance that grew from those seeds grown from war and learn what it is that we can gain. We can gain the love of life brought from the fear of death. We can learn who we really are from how we bond through our moments of adversity. The real humankind will come together to battle a common cause. Whether we ever find another sentient race in the galaxy or not, whether we ever evolve into something different, we will always know what something human is. It is something that loves like us, something that feels like us. No matter what it is that has broken them to the point where they cannot feel, they will have felt once. We accept them for what they are.

To be human is to accept them for who they are. To be human is not to have the same DNA as us, it is to BE. It is to LIVE for life. That is humanity.

So, I'm sure you've had enough of me for now. Maybe I'll come back sometime and clean up this post, it sure could use a little more coherency. Hopefully I've given you all something to think about.
-Waldon

Gosh, I love Vlad. He’s such a wonderful guy. Nice, funny, smart, and knows the value of K. We had a Math assignment due a few days ago (for the life of me, I can’t remember when) and one of the questions was, basically, find the value of K. So, Vlad found the value of K. I watched him. He then proceeded to write down "K is equal to *answer*." Upon getting back the assignment this morning, he laughed. Upon asking why he was laughing, he showed me his assignment. Upon seeing it, I laughed too. He had written that K was equal to K. He still got full marks. I think Mr. Lawrence probably had a bit of a laugh at that. The statement was in NO way false.

I’m going to have to make this as quick as I possibly can because I need sleep. Today was the last day of the Creative Arts Festival, and Junior performed with the "Magical Cloud Experience," the school’s improv group. They were incredible! Junior could tell you more about their methods than I could, though. I’m no actress. They were the funniest group I have seen all week. At one point, a man was "trying" to have a baby. Ohmy. I love our school. Junior was also amazing (just throwing that out there).

We got our report cards this afternoon! I got a 96% overall average. Go me. Daniel got a 97%. Grr. Anywho, Junior wasn’t there to get his because he was in a bunch of workshops all day. By the sounds of it, they were fun! Tomorrow is parent-teacher interviews, so we get a half day. I WAS going to hang out with Daniel, but OH NO. I can’t do that. Why, you ask? I have my road test at 1. Mmhmm, my road test. I can get my licence. Yay. I’m so nervous, I can’t sleep. That’s why I’m writing this. I’ve heard that it’s okay, but that doesn’t make it any better! I’m frightened to death that I’ll mess up on my parking. I DON’T want to do it over, so I’m set on doing it all right the first time.

Ugh, I’m done for now. My sincerest apologies for the (awful) short post. Please forgive me! And, while you’re at it, pray that I pass. If you aren’t religious, sent me out some good vibes.

- Bre :)

Waldon here, and this absolutely fascinating quote was brought to my attention by Uncle John's Fast-Acting Long-Lasting Bathroom Reader. Riveting read. If you weren't already stuck on the spot anyways. :P

I spent the night with Bre at the Creative Arts Fest again, it was amazing. There was a play by two more local towns, and two cameo appearances. In all truthfulness, there were three. One by the spectacular musician Sherman Downey, and another by a dance artist and choreographer named Veronique. I never did learn her last name.

Sherman's performance was astounding. He sung one song about regrets, and I think that sound will stick with me for the rest of my life. His message? It was that he didn't want to end up like a man he knew named Henry, who had regrets about things he never did, or places he never went. I will follow that message, regardless of what I think about the matter at times. :P Isn't that something we should all follow though? We should all live life to the fullest, and move always forward and never let ourselves stagnate. Migrate, I suppose you could say. Move from the hunting grounds that is growing empty, to the new home filled with food and warmth.

This was followed by an act by Sherman that many of the kids in our town will never forget either. He had about 10 or more kids on the stage with him, and as he played a song that he and the kids wrote the day before. Amazing, isn't it? The kids all played a riff on kazoo while he kept the melody on guitar. His acoustic skills are amazing.

Anyways, I'm actually running out of stuff to talk about, despite the full day I had. Maybe I'll have more to talk about next time, or at least be in more of a writing mood, perhaps? So. . . Good night, all.
-Waldon

Yes, Skudley. Junior called me... Skudley. Who is it? Me. Apparently. I was at his house this afternoon with he and Scottie, just hanging out. Scottie brought over Black Ops (woot! I can’t wait to get a turn playing... The guys were pretty pumped about it, so I’ll wait a bit) and Junior started it. But that’s not the story. It’s cold here, so naturally, I’m going to wear a hat (more on the hat later). Because I put my hair in a bun today, I couldn’t get my hat on. It wouldn’t fit over my hair! Now, that tells me that my hair is too thick, haha. Out of seemingly nowhere, Junior and Scottie start laughing at me and call me "Skudley." I don’t even know if that’s spelt correctly. I had no idea how to react. What is a "Skudley?" Why does being unable to put on a hat make me one of these unknown things? I doubt I’ll ever know.

So, my hat. My Nan is an amazing knitter. She knits the most beautiful things, despite her worsening arthritis. One year, I was lucky enough to be given a hat. It’s blue-gray, and very warm. I love that hat to death. When I go out, that is the one that I wear. I have several hats and, don’t get me wrong, they’re lovely. There’s just something about wearing the hat that my Nan knit me that keeps me even warmer on cold days. I love my Nan. :)

NOW TO BLACK OPS. Scottie got it, oh, on Tuesday? And he’s beaten it already. Russell has also beaten it, I believe. Scottie leant it to Junior this afternoon to play, and asked him to please hurry with it so that he can beat him to prestige. If I had an Xbox, I’d totally borrow it so that I could practice my aim... Alas, I do not. OHMIGOSH, Junior just told me that the next time I’m over, we can play it together. I think I’m just a LOT pumped. :D

What else have I done today? Nothing too much... I napped on the couch at Junior’s? Sort of. I dozed while listening to Junior and Scottie talk. It was really weird. I felt like I was awake, but asleep at the same time, you know? Like everything is a dream but real. I love that feeling because it’s so relaxing. Junior got an entire speech on that topic from me one day. As I’ve said before, I DON’T do drugs. I just say the darndest things.

I suppose that’s it for me. Sunday blogs aren’t quite as exciting at Friday or Saturday night ones... Oh well. I get the Saturday night one this week. Yay me! Bye for now.

- Bre :)

Waldon here, and tonight's quote is by the delightful Amy Forsey. A girl whom is involved deeply in the towns theatre groups. She does the tech and stage management for our group, as well as the tech for most of the towns plays- along with my employer who installed and did most of the electrical and audio wiring himself in the theatre. Those two are idols to me. I'm sure I've misheard tonight's quote, but I think that it's alright because this one gives me something to think about. :P

I spent this afternoon with Bre. We met up in the lower part of town, and then walked up to my house. It was kind of chilly out. I think it was -10 degrees centigrade? It's even lower now. Anyways, I drew a few things that afternoon and like she asked, I'll have to upload a few things for you to see maybe. I don't like how they show up though. Scanners are all in league with the devil. She spent the afternoon playing Harvest Moon 64. That is one of the best games in the history of EVERYTHING.

Tonight I spent another 2 hours at the Creative Arts festival being held at the theatre in my town, and I enjoyed every minute of it. The festival is a chance for people to gather together and show their talent and their skills on stage or with the arts. Its a conglomeration and mass of artistes and art, of actor and spectator,  of musician and crowd. It's a wonderful thing to gather together with humankind and mutually appreciate the wonder that comes from some of mankind's earliest joys and triumphs- Creation.

After the shows, which consisted of two provincial plays and two musicals who are well known across the world and one of whom actually composed the score for the hit movie Titanic , I was asked to help host the coffeehouse for the troupes who came in to town. At around 9 PM I left the theatre and went to my school's multipurpose room. Once I was there, my friend Jacqueline and I led the other troupes through some games and kept them entertained for an hour or so while Mr Gibbs and Angelique ( I think that's how you spell it) led some of the rest of the actors through making an air "Band" instead of just an air guitar. Then, by 10 PM the air "bands" were done, so we all went to the school's music room and watched the groups play to "I gotta feeling" and one other song I can never remember the name of.

Then, stupidity struck.

As I was walking down the hallway, a guy I know, I'll call him Matthew W., asked for a piggyback. I of course, obliged. Then, being the IDIOT I am, I agreed to take a second guy on my back as well. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem. 350 pounds is nothing to lift on my back and legs. But of course, I had to be a cocky idiot and try to do it while wearing slippery socks on a tile floor. I lifted my leg to step, and all of my weight shifted to the left knee and foot. If I was thinking, I would have taken a smaller step. The three of us went down in a heap, and guess what I felt?

I felt four distinct cracks in my knee. I could feel them, I could hear them, I could practically SMELL them. All of the weight came down on my knee, and it ended up bending approximately 35 degrees or more to the left at the knee. Knee joints are not supposed to move in any direction but forwards and backwards. So of course this damaged a few tendons (Or something similar, I'm not a doctor.) and my knee was flopping all over the place.

I limped back to the multipurpose room, sat down, took a few deep breaths, moved my knee back into place with my hands and weight, and then finished hosting. I then proceeded to walk home after helping clean up. I'm a tough guy. I'm made to take the damage. As Bre described me; I'm a "Brick Outhouse." Of course, the word wasn't actually outhouse, but this is a family friendly blog. I'm going to feel it in the morning.

If I ever hear of ANY of you trying something stupid like what I did, I will personally beat some sense into you. Don't do it.

Anyways, I'm off.
-Waldon