tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56542982011-04-21T22:51:57.949-04:00Because the last one was too cliched for my tastes. I make my life sound like... normal. Weird.Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comBlogger4281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1138237017431879872006-01-25T19:56:00.000-05:002006-01-25T19:56:57.443-05:00

oh yeahAND I KEEP FINDING LINES FROM MY STORY IN REAL LIFE. IT SCARES ME EVERY TIME.

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I don't have much to do. I'm home alone, my desk sort of stinks, my cat's still asleep, I still have the same music and the same worries, same games and friends as always. I didn't have too much homework. I worked a little on a new Dungeons and Dragons campaign, then wrote a little, but stopped because I was starting to scare myself. I'm easily scared. Read my book, which is only ok.

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1137037235972829612006-01-11T22:12:00.000-05:002006-01-11T22:40:36.036-05:00

So.I deleted Premeser, my level 60 tauren warrior, member of a rather psychotic guild in World of Warcraft. I've resolved to stay away from that game, because it is bad for me. I've basically been shaving of various parts of my life for the past nine or so months, and I guess I decided that I needed to figure out how to live again. Starting by shaving off that which eats up most of my time.I

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I am crippled.I can't write candidly in my blog anymore. I just can't. The sure knowledge that my audience are people I know well - my teachers, my friends, my classmates - just keeps me from writing what I used to think was beautiful and worth writing about. All the inner things, the large things, the ones that I don't discuss in everyday life. I'm not able to discuss them anymore because

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1136693081239980612006-01-07T23:01:00.000-05:002006-01-07T23:04:41.253-05:00

Went to see Brokeback Mountain last night with Walt. It's not quite as happy a movie as Star Wars Episode 3. Incidentally, I have seen the former twice in the space of twenty-four hours. Nothing like a good cathartic love story to mope about for several days, sending your already black mood ("Hamlet," anyone?) into a darkening spiral of oblivion. And, uh, dark angelic tears. And stuff.I'm

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1136428168830477202006-01-04T21:20:00.000-05:002006-01-04T21:29:28.846-05:00

School is remarkably low key so far. I was expecting to get back and face three papers, a test, and loads of stress. What I am met with, however, is very little homework at all, none really on the horizon, and an altogether pleasant English class. We're finally onto the "Darkness and the Horrors of Man" unit, which will last until May. We've just started reading Hamlet; I went out to Border's

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Rabbit rabbitSo it's 2006? What of it? I can't imagine much will be different from the years before - I mean, except for the fact that I'm done worrying about turning college applications in on time. That's done, and I suppose that was a big cloud over my head for about two years that's mostly dispelled. Not much I can do about it now: they're in. Submitted. Ta da, Happy New Years. A

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I noticed recently that, depending on how you look at it, the year can seem either long or short. For instance, if I decide that the year began on last New Year's Eve, in downtown Raleigh with Cirque du Soleil and bonfires, then it seems like this year has been very short indeed. Not much has happened, basically. End of the school year, then the summer - with that weird week at Johns River and

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One more revision and I'm done. And then writing the William and Mary supplement again. And then taking a US History subject test at the end of January. Then figuring out which school I want to go to, submitting scholarships, filling out financial aid forms, moving, and starting over again. It just doesn't end, does it?

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R.I.P Meldariana and SilarielThe level 19 Den Mother Bear and her five level 9 cubs proved too much for myself, and a group of three level 17 Tidewalker Nagas slew my valiant sister. No longer are we untouchable. Sniff.

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1135569205727013382005-12-25T22:32:00.000-05:002005-12-25T22:53:25.823-05:00

Alright alright alright. I'll post. It's not that I've got anything else to do with my time, besides playing video games and read. And working on college applications. God, college applications. I gotta get on that. Only five days left, and three or four essays. Short ones, though! 250 words, you know? Nothing big. Nothing bad.I might as well state the obvious first: it's Christmas, and

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1135021315770725422005-12-19T14:40:00.000-05:002005-12-19T14:41:55.786-05:00

Exams. College apps. World of Warcraft. Christmas tree. Brother's home. Had several disturbing dreams. Still single. Facebook's mildly interesting sometimes, though, and Sluggy Freelance is the best. King Kong was great. Last day of school tomorrow.Nothing more to see here. Move along.

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1133493177420706132005-12-01T22:06:00.000-05:002005-12-01T22:12:57.430-05:00

It's been an interesting week. Thanksgiving was lovely, and the weekend mostly relaxing. I got Wednesday off from school because of a gas leak - I got there, and everyone was bunched up on the patio away from the main building. We had first period, and all the students not in the main building for those forty-five minutes (that is, two-thirds of us) just sat in on any classes with room. We

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We didn't have Thanksgiving yesterday. My brother had dinner with his girlfriend's family, leaving the three of us at home. My dad is still recovering from his surgery last week, so we didn't visit with anyone else from church. Instead of turkey, we had pasta with basil pesto, and yellow cake for dessert. We went to see Harry Potter after dinner, though, and it was very good. Much better than the

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1132715342679046772005-11-22T21:51:00.000-05:002005-11-22T22:09:02.720-05:00

I'm pretty sure that it rained yesterday. This was definitely a chilly, grey rain, like I'm used to in November. I'm not entirely positive of this, however, because I have a pretty bad cold, and yesterday was a terrible blur. I got about three hours of sleep Sunday night, so I had a lot of difficulty just walking by third period, let alone thinking or seeing clearly. Cold and rainy indeed.

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1132471239807678432005-11-20T01:59:00.000-05:002005-11-20T02:20:39.843-05:00

Ok, so it didn't actually rain today. No rain whatsoever. Plenty of sun and plenty of cold, however, because the temperature has certainly dropped to acceptable November levels. Low 50s and the like, you know.Now, what am I to talk about? I might as well mention what's happened in the past half week, but that always seems a little empty to me until I read it afterward. The writing's no fun,

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1132202708955918862005-11-16T23:30:00.000-05:002005-11-16T23:45:08.996-05:00

Day 49 of the Great Postless DroughtI blame it on the lack of rain. The water level's down eight feet, and the city's imposing strict fines. My philosophy is that, when it rains, I blog. Capiche?Well, it rained tonight. I was driving home from the hospital at sevenish tonight, because my dad had to go into surgery to get the big metal plates in his newly-healed right leg removed, and it

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1131415017280404352005-11-07T20:52:00.001-05:002005-12-06T08:03:23.206-05:00

Write everything you know about dying. "Just go. Don't think "what does she mean by that?" Dive in. We die in all kinds of way. Who died? When did they die? how? why?" Alright, so, death. Hannah says that if there were one way she would prefer to die, it would be by freezing, because it's so slow and gentle. All that happens, she says, is that you find yourself growing tired, and

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So in the past, my house would be the awesomest house in the neighborhood. We'd put skulls in the windows and drape everything with spiderwebs, hang skeleton legs wrapped with blood-stained tissues from the tree, have this big ol outdoor room filled with mist from a fog machine and surrounded by spider webs, and there would be this half open coffin and scary sounds playing, and all the little

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1130381013410953592005-10-26T22:19:00.000-04:002005-10-26T22:43:33.456-04:00

Off his rocker?Yar matey, I do believe I be having a bad time lately, not least of which is the simple frustration of me suddenly and inexplicably replacing, "yes" or "yeah" with "yar!" which leads to a lot of confusion and laughter and embarrassment on my part, because I meant to say "yes" but it came out "yar" and don't laugh at me!In any case, I really am unhappy, I swear. I've mentioned

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1129987688800341272005-10-22T09:25:00.000-04:002005-10-22T09:28:09.353-04:00

It looks like the week from hell may indeed be over. I am leaving in twenty minutes for Lexington, North Carolina for the Barbecue Festival, much like last year. I will be meeting with several friends, roaming around the city, and sleeping in our friend Emily's back yard. In a tent. In late October.It will be fun. Dammit.

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Body Snatchers?!I just want to take this opportunity to say that I feel fine, and in the best sense of the word. I feel like I could stroll down the road whistling and never stop, never falter. There's nothing dark or gloomy looming over my shoulder. The weather is beautiful, the windows are wide open, my cat is growling at the squirrels, and I am going to the Lexington Barbecue Festival on

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1129594415853325702005-10-17T20:09:00.000-04:002005-10-17T20:15:30.753-04:00

I Love Psychology Dear Abby, I have been dating a young woman for about eight months. I feel she is losing interest in me. We attend different universities, so I can't spend as much time with her as I would like. I'm afraid she may have fallen for some other guy. Can you give me some advice about how to win her back?

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1129439303904068392005-10-16T01:06:00.000-04:002005-10-16T01:08:23.910-04:00

So I went to the fair.It was, well, a lot of fun. I'm glad I went. I even won a teddy bear. And screamed on the ferris wheel. And ogled all the boys with their made up girlfriends. And ate bloomin' onions, cotton candy, funnel cake, and lemon pie. Piiie, actually, is how it's spelled. As in "WANT PIE NOW!"But it's late and I'm tired, and my legs hurt, so I'm going to bed.

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1129357540560335402005-10-15T01:47:00.000-04:002005-10-15T02:25:40.616-04:00

So it's been two weeks? Something like that. A long time, anyway. I guess blogging has simply stopped being a habit of mine, and that's not good, because I like blogging, and I admire people who blog often and well. All of this easily and obviously adds up to blogging often and well myself, but I think I lost sight of my priorities a while ago.World of Warcraft hasn't helped. It's a hell of

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1128391229570647412005-10-03T21:26:00.000-04:002005-10-03T22:05:15.276-04:00

It is very humid in here. And my legs hurt from sitting at the computer so much.I did go for a walk tonight. It was a little bit disturbing, actually. The street lamps would keep going out when I walked under them, and once I turned around to see if a car was going to come my way, and then someone said "hi" about five feet away from me. I probably jumped a good three feet, but it was just some

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Wednesday and Thursday were very good days, in interesting ways. The workshop for my story went half-well, in the sense that only half the class read and made comments on my story, and of those only a minority understood that it was a story in full. However, those two people seemed to understand it very well indeed and gave me many extremely valuable comments. Ms. Chalifoux seemed to think it

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I'm feeling a little bit better. I managed to get a lot of the angst out of my system over the weekend by going through extensive dungeon crawls in World of Warcraft, and man was it a blast. Of course, at the same time I've been writing my story, and sent it to Ms. Chalifoux yesterday. Turns out that it's so long that we're spending all of Wednesday on it, which is a shame because I am

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1127579411137602262005-09-24T12:13:00.000-04:002005-09-24T12:30:11.200-04:00

"Ow," says my car for the second time in the past two weeks. I got rear-ended yesterday on Six Forks at a yellow light, scrunching the trunk of mightily. My poor fencing equipment... I don't know when I'll be able to get them out. Well, me and the other guy pulled over, exhanged information, and someone at the service station we stopped at called an officer who came and exchanged our

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1127357356255258302005-09-21T22:29:00.000-04:002005-09-21T22:49:16.296-04:00

So this morning I got up and got in my car and drove to school, the stupid half-hour drive down Six Forks - that's how I get to school, by the way; I hop onto Six Forks and drive south for half an hour, and then I'm at school. So I drove for half an hour down to school, pulled into the parking lot (after waiting for about ten minutes in that goddamn carpool line that we have to wait in to get

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1125625924857042052005-09-01T21:38:00.000-04:002005-09-01T21:52:04.863-04:00

So I've we've got other things to worry about. Clubs and schoolwork aside (I'm freaking out about trombone again), we've got Katrina, New Orleans (not to mention the rest of Louisiana and Mississippi), and gas prices to freak about. Governor Easley has apparently said something about there not being many days of oil left, as both the pipelines are down. I'm not very happy, to say the least.

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1125370290759676262005-08-29T22:21:00.000-04:002005-08-29T22:51:30.800-04:00

Ok ok ok so I'm blogging. I'm so very sorry that I haven't in so long. I don't really know what's come over me, but I've sort of lost interest. Which is quite a shame, especially if I stop blogging just because I lose interest for a little while. I like blogging, mostly. It's fun. Especially when I don't right long depressing entries.So I've gone back to school. I got the heeblie jeeblies

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1124411240799017392005-08-18T20:23:00.000-04:002005-08-18T20:27:20.806-04:00

I only have time for a quick update, because school starts next Thursday and I have two books to read between then and now. I should be fine; I only have to read about seventy pages a day, and with Harry Potter I read about six hundred in the same amount of time. And they're good, and I've read them before: "Lord of the Flies" and "Life of Pi." Should be easy.Also, tomorrow should be my last

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1124244334172529702005-08-16T21:50:00.000-04:002005-08-16T22:05:34.180-04:00

Grumble grumble.I gotta keep my frantic fingers still. Oh well.And on to the next subject. It's storming rather loud here; lightning just struck very close to the house. It was rather loud, and the walls and floor kind of shook, and my mom (watching Sex and the City) screamed a little bit. I jumped. It's interesting how stark lightning is, how much of a contrast between the light and the dark

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1124064637770553302005-08-14T20:09:00.000-04:002005-08-14T23:14:28.116-04:00

Oops!And, wow, I missed my two year anniversary. Happy belated birthday, Title Pending. I have loved you well, and don't intend to stop writing any time soon.I'd get you a birthday present, but can't really think of one...

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1124062414613732712005-08-14T18:31:00.000-04:002005-08-16T19:13:01.326-04:00

So I went to my friend Emily's 18th (or is she 19? Hm. I don't think I ever found out) birthday, in the Winston Salem area, although it's closer to Arcadia, or maybe Welcome, than anything else. In short, she lives in the middle of nowhere, and it took Amanda and I about two and a half hours to get there. Amanda drove, of course, because I'm a bum, and am not comfortable driving on the interstate

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1123944274712622772005-08-13T10:34:00.000-04:002005-08-13T10:44:34.760-04:00

Tonight I am going to my friend Emily's birthday/senior get-the-hell-ouutahere party in the Winston Salem area. Carey, also from camp, will be there, and Amanda who's driving me, and perhaps a few other campers, so I'm hoping it'll be a little bit of a reunion. Regardless, I fully expect to have a good time, dammit. I shall flirt with unsuspecting boys. Or, if not, stare steamily into the

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1123817562410486382005-08-11T22:55:00.000-04:002005-08-11T23:32:42.456-04:00

Booooooorrrrrrrrrrrred.The adventure I'm writing for dungeons and dragons is lackluster. That's all.Otherwise, I'm good to go. School soon. I'm heading to Winston Salem on Wednesday for Emily's and Carey's birthday party (well, Emily's, but I'm giving Carey her belated birthday presents). Dee enn dee tomorrow night.My mind is sort of clear and foggy at the same time. I have no memory of

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1123731519786685112005-08-10T23:35:00.000-04:002005-08-10T23:38:39.786-04:00

And for that matter!Myspace is creepy as fuck, blogs and livejournals are excessively narcissistic, and being emo (that is, depressed without actually any reason whatsoever to be so) is lame, boring, and a bad gimmick for attention. From now on I will try to stay away from all three. Except for my blog, which is beautiful and heartbreaking, like a dark angel of dark darkness.

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1123731130853949962005-08-10T23:31:00.000-04:002005-08-10T23:32:10.853-04:00

And, oh yeah, there's nothing like catching up with old friends to remind you that everything's not as bad as you pretend it is.

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1123730511506043522005-08-10T22:21:00.000-04:002005-08-10T23:21:51.550-04:00

Excuse me while I ugh.UGH. Uuuuuuguhhhhhhghghghghhhhuuuuugh. UGH UGH UGH. Ugh ughhhh ugh ugh ugh ew.Alright, done.Now, what on earth am I going to do with myself? Look at colleges, listen to music, continue working until hell freezes over, because this house is just not getting painted. It keeps going on and on, and now we need to paint something like eight doors a disgusting bright blood

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1122687743103507852005-07-29T21:05:00.000-04:002005-07-29T21:42:23.113-04:00

I've been reading Michael Cunningham's "Specimen Days" lately. I'm taking it slow: a page or two at a time during a slow part in "World of Warcraft," a half hour for lunch at work, maybe before bedtime or a longer break for a climax in the story, and am thus enjoying it immensely. It's been a long time since I read an interesting book, let alone took the time to read it and enjoy it, and savor

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Yes, it is true. I am now posting once a week, if that. My excuse: I've been working every day in the hundred degree (by the heat index, at least) weather, and come home exhausted and unable to do absolutely anything at all, and besides, I'm not doing anything so there's nothing to write about. The truth: I'm a lazy, unmotivated bum who won't get any better at writing if he doesn't even blog,

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1121649505337451242005-07-17T21:10:00.000-04:002005-07-17T21:18:25.346-04:00

Looks like I'm doing my summer sludge thing again. I haven't written in over a week, and have had very little compulsion to. I suppose a fair amount's happened, I guess. I spoke at church a week ago; I think I shocked a few people. There's one woman there, who is always smiling, who tried to give me a compliment, smiling as hard as she could, "Nate, that was, really, very, um, good, it's

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1120860699767287012005-07-08T17:15:00.000-04:002005-07-08T18:11:39.833-04:00

I'm supposed to write something about the synod for church on Sunday, as happens every once in a while. Someone requests I write something, I do so, everyone oohs and ahhs and tells me how awesome I am. Doug even requested that I write a "poetic reflection." That's not very likely to happen, actually. It'll probably just be a reflection with normal words. And maybe those words will be poetic

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1120792421937896202005-07-07T22:53:00.000-04:002005-07-07T23:13:41.973-04:00

So I went to Atlanta, Georgia for the United Church of Christ General Synod. We made top headlines in many different places for being the largest Christian denomination to endorse gay marriage. That was excellent.Ok, truthfully, it was totally overwhelming in many ways. First of all, the sheer volume of everything was astounding: people, people my pastor, Doug Long, knew, people who knew him,

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So the week was pretty weird, mostly for the reasons covered in my previous post. No, I did not come out. Yes, I worried (obsessed) about it for the first three or so days. I remember figuring something interesting out, but I can't remember what. I should have written it down.I'll write more about it in the coming weeks, probably. Right now, it's still a little too close to wrap my mind

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I'm done working for now. I have a week off for Johns River (!!!), and I've been paid a good lotta mon-ay, so I'm happy. My uncle is over for a while, Uncle Robbie. He's going into some monastery somewhere at the end of July to become a Trappist monk. Yeah. He's odd that way. No more movies for him.Which reminds me! I saw "Batman Begins" tonight and, oh great googely moogely, it was really

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Worked more this morning. I have less to complain about; we really got into the rhythm of things, taking down the windows, washing them, so on and so forth. We're going to glaze them tomorrow, and got a big ol tub of glazing compound to do so. It was actually quite pleasant for a while there, getting a bit of a breeze, just going through it. And I'm feeling very manly.There's not much more to

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And, oh yeah.Five days, eighteen hours, and twenty-seven minutes.

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Working, at least, gives me something to do with my time. It is indubitably better than lolling around all day, feet on the couch or hunched in front of my computer. Plus it makes money, and like I said earlier, gives me time outside, which is in many ways better that inside. Reed's dog, Molly, is a very fine golden retriever who is always up for the occasional game of fetch (with plastic bone

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So I have definitely been doing things lately. Things have been happening. I started my job on Thursday, painting Reed's house. Actually, not so much painting as performing preparatory work for painting, such as sweeping the roof, clipping the bushes to make room for the ladder, power washing the house... It all makes me realize exactly how inept I am, really.Chris Shirley is working with me,

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Ok, so I can't stay away. There has got to be something to write about. Consulting little black book... Well, I have been going back to regular fencing practices. I'd been taking a half a year long "offseason," (aka lazy bumhood) just going to club practices which aren't exactly intensive, so when I went back last Tuesday, and especially last night, I found myself in extraordinary, exquisite

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Ok! So! It's summer! And I'm still sitting around doing nothing!However!I'm going to paint the eaves of the house of a couple from church; I regularly play dungeons and dragons with the husband, and I've babysat their kid a couple times before. It'll make me money.Nothing. Else. Has. Happened.

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The countdown has officially begun.Twelve days, eleven hours, and fifty-four minutes until I leave for Johns River.Oh god. This is going to be a long two weeks.

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So, I had a bit of an odd night last night. I went to First Friday again, this time with Barrett, who also went (damn that graduating class) to Raleigh Charter, and several of his friends. Chris Shirley was also there, just by coincidence.As usual, there was a movie at the science museum: "The Day the Earth Stood Still." It was very good. Rather preachy, and a little disturbing at the very

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I don't actually have anything to write about, see. I'm just here because it's two in the morning and something crazy invariably comes out at this time of night. Not that I'm ever sure what it is, see, and you can rest assured that I'll end up regretting this decision. Heck, I often regret my most lucid of posts. So, let this be a disclaimer: expect nothing from this but complete and utter

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1117429469887708842005-05-30T01:01:00.000-04:002005-05-30T01:04:29.893-04:00

I don't think I did that much today. I went to church. Being Memorial weekend, which is typically patriotic. Our church isn't very good at patriotic.Played Ultimate Frisbee. That was lots of fun -Strange. When I wrote fun just now, I had to write it twice. The first time, I was thinking fun, but for some reason my hands wrote "friend..."Anyway, I'm heading to bed.

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Sunday morning. I'm heading out to church in forty minutes, but really have nothing to do until then. It's sunny outside, and probably warm, but since I haven't actually stepped outdoors or opened a window since I woke up, and didn't even look at the forecast in the newspaper, I have absolutely no idea what the temperature is. That's a little depressing.So I stayed up until 12 45 last night,

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Today I went to my high school's graduation, class of 2005. It was all very ceremonious, with plenty of speech making and music playing and pronouncements. Plenty of my friends graduated, and are now freshman again.But I don't want to talk about them. I want to talk about me. And by me, I mean the beloved Mr. Mark Mitchell, Freshman English Teacher Extraordinaire, Comedic, Philosopher, and

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Alright, so the year is over. I am going to discuss that directly, but, because I promised, I have to talk about last weekend.It was good. I went to the gay picnic, then to an arts festival in downtown Raleigh, and then swing dancing. I danced with a boy. And have thus accomplished one of my life goals. One down, several to go, though I suspect I won't actually recognize them until they're

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Ok, so I had a great weekend. I know that I desperately need to write about it, because it was one of those very rare great weekends that I haven't had one of in months, but I don't know what to write about it, because you shouldn't write what you wouldn't paint on the side of your house.Whatever the case, I don't have time to blog right now, because I'm leaving in about five minutes for a NC

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In short, the movie was fantastic. Far, far better than all of my expectations, and absolutely leagues above the last two. There is simply no comparing them. All in all, it is an excellent tragedy, wonderful. Great special effects, of course, but the acting no less - once again, contrary to all expectations, Hayden Christensen did a very good job portraying a tortured, doomed character.As I

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So I just saw the new Star Wars film.It was not a happy movie.I'm going to go curl up on my bed and cry now.

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Ok, um, still repressing screams. The 'bone is still broken, though I can probably manage its brokenness and still play, and I haven't made any new great effort to find my music for my recital tonight. It's all very exciting indeed.Star Wars came out. Despite all expectations, most reviews say it is absolutely excellent. I'll have to try and sit through the first two again, because I'm told

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1116467269259148712005-05-18T21:38:00.000-04:002005-05-18T21:47:49.266-04:00

Here's to stressful crises. So I'm having my trombone recital tomorrow night. My trombone is broken. I can't find my music.Yeah. I'm a mess.Ugh. I am so apathetic. I spent about half an hour trying to fix it though, to no avail. Thus, when I tried to practice, disregarding the brokenness of me 'bone, and I couldn't find my music, I just gave up. Who knows where it is. Ms Defino, my

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So I am officially insane. Well, in school at least. See, here's the trouble: at school I am tired. I go through the same motions, obsess about the same things, like work, people, how I'm not writing much lately, and it just consumes me. It's really sort of creepy, actually. I don't appreciate how fixated I get. Not to mention that I'm sighing quite a lot lately, at school at least.At home

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Ok, so I haven't written in about a week. Not for lack of things to write, though. The choral concert was wonderful, and we went out to Baskin Robbins afterwards and sat outside, exactly like last year. I had a very good time, exactly like last year.The band concert was Thursday, and it was probably our best concert so far. We did astoundingly well, considering, and I am very pleased with how it

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It's the end of the year again. I was thinking about it sometime today, and thought about how clearly I could remember the beach last year, and those blue and grey waves and indigo clouds, and Jennifer sitting on the couch, stunning with her black hair and eyes shining. And then I thought about how I could only barely pinpoint a single thing in the last couple months, since October even, it

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I haven't done much worth mentioning over the past couple of days, I don't think. Which is a lie. What I really mean to say is that I didn't do much worth mentioning to YOU over the past couple of days. In short, I took the US History AP test yesterday, and this morning the ultra-long and ultra-easy SAT. US History wasn't that bad either. As Mrs. Newmark advised us in a pep email the night

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I have an AP US History test tomorrow, which I'm really not worried about. I know most of the material reasonably well - I was burning through the review in class today; it was beautiful - and I intend to get a good night's sleep tonight.However, I foolishly neglected to call Katherine to make sure I was getting a ride to the exam in the morning. Her phone is now busy, so I now have to wait

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Ok, so I have too much to do, so I may make it short, or I might not. Who knows. I feel like I haven't been blogging much lately, truth to tell, but I spent a good time yesterday reading my archives (I am so vain) and I'd like to get back into it. It's a good habit. I like blogging.So these past few weeks have been a little bit hectic and draining. I've been obsessing over various... things.

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I feel much as if my mind has been put through a blender. Raw chaos, and slight bewilderment, and everything's a little out of focus whether I'm thinking it or looking at it or anything. AP tests are no fun. I had my Calculus BC test this morning. Four straight hours of calculus, and HARD calculus at that. I knew how to do most of it, so that's always good, but still. I am quite

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1114999431705657342005-05-01T21:50:00.000-04:002005-05-01T22:03:51.706-04:00

Well.I'm seventeen now. Turned so yesterday. Saw Hitchhiker's Guide. I laughed. It was funny.No existential preachings tonight. Just mild trepidation about AP tests in the next two weeks. I have four, and two of them - Calculus on Tuesday and US History on Friday - I am a little worried about. But they're just AP tests, so it's no big deal.Well, whatever. I have to get up at six tomorrow

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So I had a bizarre, strange revelation this morning. It's a little hard to explain without sounding extraordinary cliched, I think, because I'm sure that I'm not the first one in the world to have this kind of experience. And it wasn't really a revelation, really, just a new way of looking at things that I'd never had before, or maybe had forgotten about. I was riding to school this morning. I

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1114556612233292872005-04-26T18:16:00.000-04:002005-04-26T19:03:32.233-04:00

Well! Have I got oodles and oodles of stories to tell! Reams and scenes of adventure, excitement, romance, and action-packed thrills!Like, for instance!Things and other things! Oh, who am I kidding. I saw Jesus Christ Superstar again on Sunday, and it was better than it was on Friday, which was to be expected. Pilate, played by Sarah Donnell (I don't actually know her; her name's in the

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Foolish Online QuizzesYou are 18% geekOK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you're probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid

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So I've spent a fair bit amount of time in Chapel Hill these last two days. Last night I went down there for Jesus Christ Superstar. My brother plays Jesus. It was awesome, and I'm going again tomorrow night.This morning I went down for an official college visit, where they make everything fancy and feed you and tell you to come to their school. It was nice, but I sort of already knew quite a

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Well, now that I've written the meaningless specifics of prom and got my homework "out of the way" (technically done with the least amount of effort) and I've found a very pretty song to listen to, it's time to write again. I'm not entirely sure what to write. There are images and feelings that I feel I should discuss, but I am hesitant. Hesitant. Afraid to go forward, not sure how to go back,

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So I went to prom last night. It was really very nice. Me and Kitty went together; she was in this gorgeous black and red dress, I swear there weren't any there more beautiful than she. Kaitlin, one of Kitty's friends, and Jamie from some other school somewhere went together as a "couple," but not really, because their gate doesn't swing that way. And Austin, another friend of Kitty's, went

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Looks like I'm back for the third day in a row, but this time with little to talk about. No gay functions or long and perilous descriptions of love, just a beautiful day outside and pretty music playing. I am a sucker for pretty music. It makes me want to write.I've noticed that there are things that make me want to write. Sort of my muses, if you will. Things that catch my eye and inspire

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1113532036017512552005-04-14T22:01:00.000-04:002005-04-14T22:27:16.020-04:00

Well, as I promised, here is my ten o clock blog post. Not exactly ten o clock, and in fact you probably won't be seeing this for an hour or more, but the fact is that I'm writing it when I said I would. See? I kept my promise. And also as promised, I will attempt to write an upbeat AND meaningful post tonight, if that is at all possible. Or it may dissolve into reasonable unhappiness half

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I suppose I have a hell of a lot to write about. I went to New York over the weekend with the school Latin Classical Society. There were about twenty six people and four chaperones. We rode the train up there and back, twelve hours both ways. We stayed at a hostel and did all sorts of fun touristy stuff, like visitted the Empire State Building and the Staten Island Ferry. We saw the opera "

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Ok, so I had a reasonably good day today. Spring is getting to me. Freaking clouds and sunshine and warmth and birds and shit. I broke out the shorts today. It was shameful. And I, like, smiled way more than usual in fencing and school today and, oh yeah, I'm accepted into the National Honor's Society. Wow, I had completely forgotten about that until just now. Huh. That's cool.And we played with

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1112751563829670112005-04-05T21:31:00.000-04:002005-04-05T21:39:23.830-04:00

So a couple days ago, maybe yesterday or the day before, I was thinking to myself, just musing, and decided that maybe my life would work better if I knew what I was going for. I know sort of what I want to be: I want to be artistic and intelligent, playing trombone and writing, and getting good grades, and having plenty of friends. Well, that's not so hard, is it?It's a goal, at least. If you

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So, yeah, it's true. Emma and I got to the movie an hour late because we were misinformed about the time it started. But that's ok, because we had a nice time walking around the largely abandoned science museum it was showing at. Afterwards we met up with our friends who had been at the movie, pretty much the same people as who were there last time. We hung out in front of the museum and, as I

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So I'm hanging at Emma's house. We're going to go to First Friday at the science museum - they show corny movies, and this month they're showing the old old "Batman." I am full of trepidation, but what can you do. Corny movies are fun, and a hell of a lot of RCHS people are going to be there. And I feel a little fulfilled by hanging with friends, I think. I haven't really tried it much, truth

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It is raining softly, like it does every spring at about this time. My house is empty, so it's only me and my cat rubbing against my leg and the rain on the roof and the birds singing to each other outside. There is nothing much more relaxing than that.If my life were a television series, then this moment right here would be the end of a season, I swear to god, or at least an episode. I have

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00642216514516213873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654298.post-1112157105804238572005-03-29T22:48:00.000-05:002005-03-29T23:31:45.806-05:00

So spring break is over. I have no comments except that I was overwhelmed with two large papers due this week, both of which I have finished. I'm a little bit happier now, and since it was such a beautiful day outside today, I'm not too bothered by school. I'm on the homestretch now. A month until AP tests, two until school's out, and less than three until I go back to Johns River. I've made

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Just Thought You Should KnowYou Are the Very Gay Velma!She might not even realize it...But Velma is all about Daphne ... not Fred!What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

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I woke up very early Monday morning, just opened my eyes for a brief moment, and happened to look out my window. It was dark, the trees charcoal silhouettes, and through them burned the sun, rising, a shining jewel, orange and purple and red. I had not seen the sunrise for a very long time, and so I was a little awestruck when I remembered that image later in the day, taking a walk in the sun.I

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I must have started a new post about eight times since last Wednesday. There's been a lot that's happened. Not that I imagine you really feel compelled to hear about it but, well, I'm surprised every day. I might as well go in no particular order, which will most likely turn out to be chronological. Brace yourselves, kids, it's gonna be a wild ride.I am sixteen years old, almost seventeen.

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Oh, I've been trying so hard to avoid depressing posts but I just can't bring myself to. To start with, it's been cold and rainy all week, even after the beautiful Saturday and Sunday we had. But on Saturday I could go to neither the TGSAN meeting nor the showing of "Spirited Away" that I've been looking forward to so much because there a brass quintet from the National Symphony was coming down

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Here is a poem I wrote for English. Because I have run dry of words for the moment, I will post that in place of a regular description of the day's events. In short: I found out what a church based around my beliefs would be like, and it is not pretty. More on that later.But first an explanation of the poem: I have no idea how to write poetry. I've written maybe five poems in my life. My forte is

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Because it makes me sad to see my blog un-updated, I shall. Not that I know what to write about. Nothing interesting I'm sure.It stormed during first period yesterday. That morning it was actually warm, breezy, the clouds gathering and clumping, and raining off and on, pouring in the morning with huge drops like nails, and then at school during first period we heard the rain on the roof almost

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I should be heading to bed, I really should. I have a chapter of "Their Eyes Were Watching God" to read, but what I talked about in my last post has really been on my mind for a while. That idea that there is actually something to each of us that is not biological - who is the "you" that the thoughts happen to? Whose brain is it? Whose thoughts?I was thinking about this last night in bed, and

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It looks like spring has started. Today has been one of those volatile days, where the weather is going every which way. It was sunny and warm when I woke up, but it clouded over and sprinkled for a bit, and now the wind is gusting like it's going to storm, and then the sun comes out again and it starts raining. I was sitting at the window next to my backporch reading "The Book of the Long Sun

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Ethics!It seems to me that if everyone goes around saying "love your neighbor as yourself," "do unto others as you would have them do unto you," and "love your enemy," then we might as well do it. I mean, golly gee, it just takes a little bit of restraint. At least don't hate them, people. It's not a nice thing to do.Right, enough of that. I can't really think of anything to say without seeming

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On Flaunting and HidingOk, right, second try. I had written two wonderful paragraphs this afternoon, got distracted, and accidentally closed the window I was writing in. It was very sad, but I didn't muster the strength to shed a tear for my lost work, or even utter a groan at the minutes of work gone to waste.In any case, I might as well recap for you, because my last few entries have not been

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I believe that I have finished my story. I made the final changes according to my mother's suggestions, changing lines, moving sentences. I got my brother to read it, and he gave me excellent feedback that has helped give my story some coherence, logic, motivation. I think I've actually finished something. Now I send it in to that writing competition - where it will not win because it is not

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