Graduation Day

It's graduation day. Needless to say, I'm VERY excited. It's been a long four years of high school, and this last year has been especially interesting. It's been a good experience overall, and I know the exposure to what the world is really like was a very good thing for me.

I noticed something interesting today. I was driving to church in a car that will probably break down before to much longer, wearing aviator sunglasses, TOMS shoes, holey jeans, a bleached out work camp shirt, with a brand new laptop next to me, and a completely recycled laptop bag to go with it. I think I'm ready for college.

Blog Time

I am aware that I need to blog. There shall be one soon, but first I must finish school.
So you can count down the days until my next awesome blog, just like I'm counting down the days till school ends.

Wise Words From Sports Announcers

It's the NBA playoffs, and I enjoy watching basketball quite a bit. However there is one thing that just ruins a lot of the great moments. The Announcers. First, they don't help anything, and all they do is hop on and off the bandwagon. It doesn't matter who's winning or who's losing, they will root for the team that is winning. They will be talking about how great the team that is winning is, and how terrible the other team is playing, but the second they change places they start talking about how the now losing team has been playing terrible the whole game. They constantly contradict themselves. However, the things they say during the game make the announcers tolerable. For example, this past saturday was the first day of the playoffs (so naturally I disregarded my chores and watched basketball all day) and it was just full of memorable quotes such as:
"If you want to win a game, you're going to have to score more points than the other team."
"When you're playing a best of seven series, the only way to win the series is to win four games."
"You're not going to score any points if you don't get the ball in the basket."
"You're going to get beat if you let the other team score more points than you."
Umm... DUH!!!
I'm not even close to a sports expert, but come on, two year olds can tell you that you're going to lose if the other team makes more points.
It makes me think more about what I'm thinking of saying before I just say it. Because I don't want to sound stupid, or mean. I'm very guilty of the later however. A lot of the times I forget to think about what I'm saying, and I just let it slip out. So I'm trying to correct this significant defect, and focus more on encouragement and love. Instead of sarcasm and hate.

English Class and My Niece

I'm currently in my english class. I'm listening to a book on tape during our AR time, but since I got all the points I needed almost 12 weeks ago, I'm kinda just chillin'. So I'm sitting here, playing Words With Friends with the guy two rows away. This is a very productive class, that is obviously why I'm blogging.
Now we're all comparing the words that we have played on other people in our games.

Now I shall blog about my time with my sister.

8 days ago I drove up to my sisters house to go spend part of spring break with her.
We went to the children's museum and saw a ton of famous movie costumes, such as Indiana Jones' leather jacket, the Wicked Witches' hat, George Clooney's batman suit, AND ONE OF I CARLY'S OUTFITS!!!!! Yeah, it was random.
We also went to Buffalo Wild Wings, and it was half price wing day! So we sat there for a few hours eating wings and watching baseball games.
We watched several movies, and of course Nathan and I played our video games. Because no trip to Kacey's would be complete without this.
We went to the dollar theater and saw True Grit, the Coen Brothers are amazing, 'nuff said.
It was a great trip, and it was a lot of fun to see that part of my family again, even if my niece was teething and didn't like me.

Words With Friends

Lately I have been playing a game that I never thought I would enjoy playing. The game is "Words With Friends." It's basically scrabble. It's odd that I've been enjoying this, because I absolutely hated playing scrabble for as long as I can remember. I mean absolutely despised it. It wasn't just scrabble though, it was all word games. However my recent love for this scrabble type game has made me realize why I hated these games. It was the competition. My mother. As much as I hate to admit it, the woman is good with words. Not only is she good with words, but her vocabulary is exponentially larger than mine. And obviously I have a good vocabulary because I just used the word exponentially. So you can only imagine how large hers is! However, since I'm allowed to play Words With Friends with complete strangers, I absolutely love this game! I'm glad I'm finally enjoying it, and I'm glad that it's because I don't have to play with my mother.

Not For Little Ears

Okay, so the title might be a little misleading, but I couldn't think of a better name for it.

You have to be 17 to get into an R rated movie.
Because you might be exposed to language, violence, or nudity.
However, in public school you're exposed to 50 times more language than you will ever find in a movie.
And aren't kids exposed to that before the age of 17?
Irony makes me laugh, but not when it's that sad.

Broken Hearts

About seven months ago I was starting my second term at Camp Barnabas. There I met a girl, her name was Summer. It took about two weeks for me to know that I loved her. And for five months I focused on nothing but her. December 26 she told me that she thought we needed to be just friends. Needless to say I was crushed. I still am. I was completely in love with a girl, that no longer wanted to be more than friends. It's been almost two months, and it's taken me this long to make the connection. God has been completely in love with me for a little over 18 years. I've never fully understood what that meant until recently. Because now I know the pain when the person you love is no longer there. I know that God loves me a million times more than I could even dream about loving this girl. So I can't imagine the pain I cause every time I turn my back on Him. I also wouldn't wish the pain I feel on anyone else in the world. So why do I cause my Creator to have this pain everyday? I know I can't be perfect, but knowing a tiny portion of what I put God through, sure makes me want to try to be perfect.