Musings on...well, you know.

the end of a stage

2006-08-17T15:30:00.000-07:00

it hadn't really sunk in until the other day, when school started at Grace and i wasn't there. i graduated. wow.

i always wanted to be done with high school, aching for the bell to ring every day so i could escape to my temporary freedom at home. now that it's all over... i miss it. certain things (and yes, people) more than others, but overall, i wish i could do it all again.

there were so many times, especially when i was younger, that i could have done better. reaching out more in junior high, instead of sitting by myself and seeing who joined me out of pity. actually paying attention in class and studying at home, so during these last couple of years it would have been easier because of good habits.

i never wanted to grow up. now i know why. being grown-up isn't as much fun. not in the sense that you can't live by your whims and wishes, or be governed by emotions (although a lot of grown-ups are), but that sense of adventure, that wonder and sheer enjoyment of life is starting to wane.

sounds kinda depressing, doesn't it...

but it doesn't have to be.

the other day, i finished reading a trilogy by Ted Dekker (very good author, i might add). in the story, there is a man who represents Christ, in a kind of allegory. at one point, he's examining his followers and exclaims, "she's beautiful!" i had never thought of it like that before.

as believers and children of God, we are also the promised Bride of Christ. it got me thinking...

i had never (ever) seen myself as a bride. now i think of it every day- my goal in life is to be the best Bride Christ could ever have. in order to do that, i have to be talking with Him (prayer), growing closer (progressive sanctification), reading His love letters to me (the Bible), and staying faithful by rejecting other "suitors" who would take me away from him (temptation, the world, etc.)

are you acting like the Bride of Christ?

are you staying away from the lifestyle(s) of this world, keeping true to your Promised One? or do you stray often, cheating Him out of what is rightfully His? He did pay the ultimate sacrifice for us, you know...

and then there's prayer time. do you talk to Him faithfully and honestly, like anyone would to their True Beloved? think about it...

i could go on and on, and let me tell you right now, i fail at all these things all the time. and you're probably wondering what this has to do with high school...

well, it's like this: for those of you who are graduated and moving on with your life, don't forget God and your First Love. i know many people who have, and you can almost hear Him weeping when they do. but also don't forget that life is an adventure. the greatest romance ever to be thought of- that of Christ wooing and winning His church, and bringing them home one day to have the biggest Marriage Supper that ever was or will be.

for my friends who are still in school, or those that just like to consider themselves young ;), keep growing. stay strong in the Lord- He's never let you down, and never will. when things seem to be too much to handle, remember Who is waiting for you, and will always listen, anytime of day or night.

i hope this post was an encouragement or admonishment to you. posts that accomplish nothing don't deserve to be read, so i decided to write what is on my heart right now, especially since i don't have much more time before i go to pcc, and i don't think i'll be able to blog there. maybe...

so thank you for reading, and kudos to all in georgia who are now blogging steadily because of my influence. don't abuse the power you have.

love to all,
sam

PS: this post is dedicated to Danielle, one of the only people in my life who actually cared and let me know about it. thanks, babe.

Summer Camp

2006-07-27T14:37:00.000-07:00

Yes, all of you starving fans, I am posting once more. No applause please. (no, i don't really think i'm that special- it's a joke)
I just wanted to express myself concerning the camp our youth group went to last week. it was AWEXOME! i've never been so challenged spiritually, had so much social fun, and experienced so many random escapades before. however, camp hasn't always been that way. in years past, camp was a time away from home where i could relax and hang out with my friends. but this year, i asked God to really open up my heart and teach me something, and He did.
all of that to say, ask God to do something in/with your life, and He will.

Why do I "have" to post?

2006-07-04T07:59:00.000-07:00

Someone pleeease tell me why it is that one HAS to write something (on their own blog, i might add) at regular intervals? Life doesn't work like that. I have nothing to write about (that i can, anyways- Dani understands) at this time, and thereby am not posting until i do have something worth mentioning. So you'll just have to wait, or write something yourself. =)

Dial-up = dumb...

2006-06-22T16:26:00.000-07:00

dial-up is slower than Saint Guinevere's hallowed hot cocoa sale held every 25th of July. (yes that was dumb, but at least i'm more original than saying "it's slower than molasses in January, nyuk nyuk nyuk...") too bad the place we live in isn't close enough to the city to even get high-speed. meh.
yes, to all of you random people wondering out there, i do work at piggly wiggly. odd how i think i've stated that fact and folks who have read this still ask me whether i really do or not. don't worry if you feel embarassed for being counfused/ignorant- you're not alone. btw, if you can't get enough of mr. pig's awesome adventures in selling groceries, visit http://pigglywigglybirmingham.com/pigpictures
so, in my life right now there's that, in all of its piggy glory, and the entailed hours of work-stuff, and... boredom. i do mention that a lot on here, don't i...but it's true. this summer has like, totally not been what i expected it to be. i guess in my somewhat immature brain processes, i thought that, being my last summer of "childhood" (before i go off to college and get a career) i would be able to enjoy life in general. but, reality being as it is, the answer is no. i must now join the teeming hordes of modern workers, striving towards a an impractical and eventually worthless goal: money. kinda sad, really. our whole entire society is based off of what God doesn't discriminate on- worth. it's a trifle annoying, but i guess i'll have to get used to it.
keep reading and writing, you true bloggers out there. (and to those who don't have the inkling to show their name but decide to say something anyways as "anonymous" i say phooey.)

the boredom of a post-high school summer...

2006-06-12T19:32:00.000-07:00

it's kind of a drag, really. either i'm working at piggly wiggly, or i'm sitting at home doing absolutely nothing. which means i get to thinking, and considering what massive changes are coming up in my life, that's not exactly a good thing. sigh... i don't really want to sound like i'm having a "pity party" (though you might call it that), but... it gets lonely. especially when all of your good friends you used to hang out with during the summer are several hundred miles away, and all of your new friends are either busy working or inaccessible due to random circumstances beyond my control. or there just aren't many really...

gradutation... again?!?!

2006-05-25T14:11:00.000-07:00

yiay. i'm going up to indiana to see my class graduate. (sniff, tear) it'll be a jolly, fun-filled time i'm sure. and afterwards, if all goes well, i get to bring my buddy Christopher back south with me. huzzah.
other than that, my summer's been pretty boring... i might get a job when i return, but until then i'll just keep playing my new guitar, working out, playing video games, writing poetry, and reading the Bible.
so, until next time, faithful friends and followers, farewell.

the keys to my heart...?

2006-05-22T17:55:00.000-07:00

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

Graduation

2006-05-20T15:01:00.000-07:00

I'm finally out of high school. amazing. like when i turned 17, it's something i know in my head, but still don't really feel.
college looms ahead. to some the scheduling responsibilities and ambiguous future may seem a little scary, but fearless folks like myself are undaunted by such trivialities. sometimes. i will admit it sems mighty strange to be leaving home. i mean, that's where i grew up (literally)! but i am also very excited to stand on my own, with only Christ by my side, and face the challenges of life.
don't ever stop listening to Him; He knows a whole lot more than you do ;)
til next time

life continues...

2006-05-07T18:19:00.000-07:00

so, i'm just waiting out the year, biding my time until school's over, so i can exercise this summer and then go back to school next year! WHEN WILL IT END?!?!?! ah well, that's life; i'll be ok. if my stewpid sore throat will go away. i hate not being able to sing. meh... well, til later, foos.
sam

what in the name of the sacred cows of kashmir?

2006-04-18T17:30:00.000-07:00

yeh...ok...anyeways...end so iwaz writing ands stuff... -don't you hate it when people type like that? i do. if you spoke how you wrote, would you sound semi-intelligent, or retarded? just a thought.
well, well, well... what to write about. my senior trip is coming up! it's gonna be AWEXOME! except for the part where i leave certain loved ones for a while... but hopefully the many exciting and intriguing sites and sounds of D.C. will prove to be a sufficient distraction. at least for awhile. we get to go to a bajillion different kewl places and see how our country runs and such shtuff, so maybe it'll be fun. as well as the fact we're away from school. that in itself will be a blessing. not that school's a curse, mind you. on the other hand, maybe it is... ok i'm tired of writing now, so i'll get off. have fun and be cool. yeah.

The conclusion to my epic episode of non-excellence

2006-04-13T04:33:00.000-07:00

So i wake up the next morning, dark and early, and say to myself, "self, you done good. you woke up on time, and now you can go catch that flight and you'll be fellowshipping with your pals ere noon comes around." i stuff my stuff into my bags and head downstairs. as i stand outside waiting in the cold darkness of early morn, i glance people around me. boy, i think, that guy's got it going on. he was obviously a businessman of some sort, what with the suit and professional look about him. cool. then the "shuttle" arrives and we all clamber in, eager to get on our flights and escape from the atlanta airport we had come to hate so well (side note: it's hard to think of the term shuttle as referring to a bus; it always reminds me of star wars- you know, the emperor's shuttle or something. anyways...). upon arriving at the airport, i decided it would be a good idea to check my bags in. so i spent the next 20 minutes trying to find the delta ticket counter place. unlike the stereotypical male, i always ask for directions, but the people who gave them to me either were having a bad day and decided to torture me in order to satisfy their thirst for blood or had no clue and just wanted to get rid of me. either way, i didn't get much help there. so i finally wander to the other side of the airport to see the counter, complete with more lines of people. focusing my patience, i step into place and wait my turn. now, as i mentioned last time, my flight was at 8:00, right? well, when i was almost to the counter, i glance at my watch. what the deuce?!?! it was 7:35. so when i spoke to the lady, she said i couldn't check my bag because i broke the you-must-check-in-at-least-45-minutes-before-your-flight-time rule. great. well, i ran down to the security line, which, i might add, was mightily impressive. but, in answer to my prayers, it moved quite quickly and i was soon standing before the all-powerful boarding pass checker lady. thing. she told me i needed to go to this other line away from the main mass of humanity. i thought it was b/c of my rush to board my soon-leaving flight. but when i get over there, not so. i had been randomly selected to go through the "special attrention" portion of the security line. however, i thought this was a good thing, as this guy told me that on busy days, it went faster than the others. i placed my shoes in a tub, removed my laptop, took off my belt and held up my pants, etc and walked through. a blue-suited man on the other side was looking through my actual clothes-bag, so i placed my laptop back in my carry-on, put my clothes back on, and waited. now, i need to explain one thing. i am a guy. being as that is, i like to keep around objects i believe might assist me in protecting myself should the need arise. i am not a violence-prone individual, but i always keep a knife in my check-in bag whenever i travel in case i need it wherever i'm going. that being said, i had totally forgotten this fact, and was a spot embarrassed when the man pulled out my cutlery and held it up in the air, causing everyone around to whirl simultaneously and gasp as they stared at me. then this nice man asked me to gather my belongings and follow him. i did and we proceeded to the security desk where he asked me several questions and took my id to go photograph it along with the knife. i talked with the lady at the desk and found out that even if i hadn't been stopped, i would have missed my flight; it left a few minutes early. great. after a loooong time of the man being gone and me standing there awkwardly as people stared like i was a freak, he returned and gave me my id but kept my knife. (it was one of my favorites too...sniff) so if you ever see my face or name on a list of suspected terrorists, that's why. honest.
i then grabbed my stuff and wandered down the delta desk to see if they could help me. they could, and put me on the next flight. hallelujah amen. i'm tired and stressed, so i go sit to play on my computer. everywhere i see these signs that say "wireless internet!," "WI-FI!!!" so naturally, having a wireless card on my laptop, i find a spot with a good signal and try to go online. it opens to the main page and gives me a list of service providers. confused and curious, i click on one. they tell me they offer 24 hrs of online time for only $9.95. i snort and hit the back button, going through another venue hopefully. same deal. being as i had no way of paying even if i wanted to, i silently cursed the money-hungry pigs and played galactic battlegrounds instead (huzzah for simon the killer ewok). after about 45 minutes, i boarded my plane and actually embarked across the country to indiana, where i proceeded to have many wonderful adventures and food. but that tale is for another day... until next time, true believers!

Mystery Science Theater 3000- "Posture Pals"

2006-04-11T12:39:00.000-07:00

This is for those of you who have never seen this show (aka Christopher) and those who already have and love it. enjoy

solicited post (or, my fun flight fiasco)

2006-04-06T07:15:00.000-07:00

(editor's note: i started this whilst still in indiana but did not finish it until now. enjoy)
okay, okay... i didn't think people actually read this enough to care whether i posted or not- guess i was wrong. well, i had a fantabulous week. it started off kinda funny, tho.
my plane to indiana was supposed to leave at 4:20 pm on monday. wait, that's wrong. i almost forgot- for some whackt reason, they were gonna route me through detroit, michigan and then to indianapolis. i found that odd... but it didn't matter anyways. after venturing through the power-less concourse we had been assigned to, we (all of the passengers) got nice and boarded onto the plane and sat for about fifteen uncomfortably silent minutes. then the captain decides to tell us that they had found a leak somewhere and needed to fix it; it wouldn't take long so we should just sit tight (as if you can sit any other way when you're on an airplane, especially when you're over 6 feet tall). so we sat and waited, with crying babies adding to the generally annoying ambiance, for about two hours. (might i add, we had absoulutely no air conditioning.) after this delightful spell, we were told that the o-ring they were replacing didn't work and the plane must be evacuated and we all had to leave. so we migrated back out to the concourse to discover (gasp) the electrical power was still nonexistent there, ensuring that we had no real means of being rebooked or ascertaining any new flight information via computer. jolly good.
fortunately, the "nice" lady at the counter there said to go talk to the delta airlines service desk to get a new flight. supposedly, we could be transfered from northwest to them because they're partnered. no such luck. after another hour or so in line at the delta desk of doom, me and a few other sorry souls discovered that we weren't in the computer system (most likely due to the power outage) and could not be transferred. the friendly flight fellows told us to amble on over to the main terminal area and have a chat with the official northwest airlines people.
upon entering the general vicinity of where i was headed, i noticed a decently long line snaking its way towards me. how sad for them, i thought. good thing i don't have to... and then i saw that they were in the line i wanted to be in. sithspit. after standing in line for a couple more hours, i actually got a new flight at 8 the next morning and some vouchers for airport food and a nearby hotel. spiffy, i think. i wasn't hungry, so i opted to skip the mealy-deals and head straight to the hotel instead. not happening. the shuttle that goes to and from that particular hotel had just left and was expected back after a few minutes... a half hour later, the big yellow bus pulls up with the hotel's logo emblazoned on the side like a ship into a harbor, and all of us from the infamous northwest airlines flight 470 board it as if we were escaping from cuba. following the bumpy ride there, i got my room keycard and dragged my baggage (which i had been carryin for four hours, i might add) to the floor my room was on via the elevator. praise God for those things. anyhow, i started to open the door only to be greeted by random shouts of "what's going on?!?!," "Who's there?," and (my personal favorite) "What the (bleep)'s the matter with you?!?!?" needless to say, i had been assigned to a still-occupied room. i lugged my luggage back downstairs and told the desk-monkey what had happened and he gave me a new room without hesitation. i thanked him and headed off to my new room. alas and alack, it had somebody in it as well, who was sure to rain down curses upon my head for waking them at 11 pm, and i trooped back to the front desk once more. they gave me another new room, which i thouroughly interrogated them about to ensure my ears wouldn't be subject to anymore swearing, and walked to my suite room, which was unnecessary but comforting nonetheless. after calling my mother to calm her down, i proceeded to set my alarm for the next morning, early enough to provide plenty of time before my flight. little did i know what chaos was to ensue.
TO BE CONTINUED...

competition photo

2006-03-20T04:42:00.000-08:00

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Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

this is the digital pic i entered into the fine arts competition. the judges said it would have had a good chance, but we didn't have the right judging forms with it and no negatives (i guess a cd with it on it...?) so it was docked a bunch of points and i lost miserably. way to fail, sam. (j/k guys, i really could care less)

pressing on

2006-03-20T04:28:00.000-08:00

the title isn't meant to be inspiring; it just describes what i'm up to. i kinda know why, but it's still a bit strange- i've been feeling very alone lately. most people whom i've explained it to say they want to help but don't truly understand and i think just want me to make them my friend. that gets old... ya ever notice that true friends are more rare than stretch armstrong dolls? seriously, out of the maybe 300 people i know total, only 5 or 6 are what i would consider close, and about 4 of those my best friends. i've just been realizing that recently, and it's kinda annoying b/c i can only communicate with one or two on a regular basis. i miss everyone from indiana, but a couple way more than the rest. ah well. guess it only gets better when you go off to college, right? meh.
later, sam
ps robbie, that would be a view looking down the neck of my electric guitar which i bought from kevin hull eons ago- good stuf

harrumph

2006-03-16T10:50:00.000-08:00

i'm really in the mood to write, but i know not what of. maybe i'll come up with something later. ah well, i know it'll hit me right before i fall asleep and then i'll forget all about it and hate myself for the rest of the next day. pitiful human...
'til next time, sami

life in the house

2006-03-15T18:54:00.000-08:00

random title...meh...with cheese...anyways- WHAT UP, FOOS?!??!?
i've been chillin with my pals, eating steaks, and jumping about randomly, among other whacked-out stuff. (in case you're wondering)
you know what? clothes/fashion is crazy. i was sitting here looking at an old polo-type shirt od my dad's and realized it is currently in style. (now that's just strange) not only is it semi-preppy looking, but it's totally got the weathered look going on. the collar's a little shredded, and there's a hole in the front of it. and munky-foos pay way too much money for a shirt that's artificially worn down when they could just get a cheap one at goodwill (yiay) and do it themselves with the same result. people are whackt, yo. (like, wiggity-whack? no, just the regular kind)
so that's my rant for this post. 'til later.
sami
ps "anonymous".... smurf you. (j/k)

the usual... or is it?

2006-03-08T19:53:00.000-08:00

"life stinks, and then you die." ain't that the truth. except for one thing. i was having a conversation with my best friend's mom, and she said something i'd thought of before, but never really thought about (knowhutimean?): we have the power of choice. isn't that neat? think about it- we can do whatever we choose to. we can feel how we want, think what we want, love what we want, live what we want, whatever. the problem comes when we want the wrong thing, like smoking, sex, attention, (insert random sin here), filthy music, etc. But we also have the power to choose... you guessed it- what we want. we can choose to want God, or choose to want to fulfill our desires. choose to want to serve others, or choose to want to be lazy. if we would just get a little gumption and choose to want what God wants, there'd be a lot more happy campers around here. so, as you read this, don't just sit in your comfy office chair and say "that's neat! ok, next blog..." but get a little bit more God into your life. find out what God wants (aka missionaries, witnesses, servant-leaders, counselors) and choose to want those things as well. make your Christianity a real, living part of your life- not just another facet or hobby for the weekends. you just might be surprised at the results.
later, sam

post?

2006-02-14T18:33:00.000-08:00

every once in awhile (like now), i actually have something to write about. for the first time in my life, i feel as if i've been thrashed thoroughly inside and out. lemme explain...
on the outside, yesterday i was hit on the side of my eye by a ball at baseball practice. this just goes to show my lack of athletic coordination, being as it ricocheted off of the side of my glove before smacking my face. needless to say, it swelled to grotesque proportions for a few hours before settling down to a throbbing purple mass. along with that, i got a tooth removed (molar), so i cannot chew properly and my face was retarded/paralyzed during the time i went to this legally-required DUI classmajig tonight, and i had to read some shtuff in front of erryone, and.... yeah.
inside, there's been a lot of things lately (some good, some bad, some just plain confusing...) that have contorted my perceptions of reality and generally made me think. there are/were about two people down here i could call really close friends- you know, the kind that you can trust with anything, and who are always there to listen to you (and you're always there for them). but, alas and alack, one of them (by means beyond my control) has been reduced to a "distant friend." this means i'll have to cope by consoling myself, leaning on the one i've still got, and praying more. so actually, in the end, it's a good thing. i'll learn patience and (hopefully) grow closer to God. which are both things i desperately need in my life.
so, that's what my st. valentine's day has consisted of. happy holidays, y'all.
ps i'm not depressed or nothin; don't get over-concerned ;)

me and blue

2006-01-29T09:43:00.001-08:00

me and blue
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

this is me with my truck. i finished paying for it just a coupla days ago. i'm gonna post some pics of it (hopefully) on my flickr page in case you want to see what it really looks like. checkya later, foos.

pinky and the brain rock

2006-01-24T14:14:00.000-08:00

hmm... i'm just a wee bit nervous. about tomorrow, i mean. see, i have to go in for this big all-day physical examination of impending doom. that's where they poke, prod, mutilate, inject, extract, and generally demolish your body all over to see what you're made of (literally). it might prove a bit uncomfortable, so... if you think of it, pray for me, k?
i'm lookin at coming up to visit during our spring break (april 3-7th i think), but no plans are carved in stone yet, so pray for that too. unless you don't care, then just go away or something. on the other hand, why would you be reading this if that was the case? on the other hand, you might be a random net-wanderer who stumbled upon my semi-illustrious page by accident. on the other hand,... there is no other hand!
ok well, with that said, have a day.
- sam
btw, Wakko's Wish is an awesome movie.

Yay for the Irish!

2006-01-19T18:29:00.000-08:00

We're currently watching Darby O'Gill and the Little People- it's awexome...
anyways, life's been pretty much the same as usual (as usual). tho i've found myself thinking of my comrades back in indiana more and more as the days go by... i think a visit would be in order sometime soon. (no idea when) But yeah... i'm missing all their fellowship and mirth. Especially Chris- buddy, we need to get together sometime really soon; i'm craving your random... Christopher-ness tons. ok i'm done rambling now, catchya'll later.
ps thanx for reading and commenting, erryone. stay faithful, true believers!

meh

2006-01-09T15:01:00.000-08:00

aight, time for another installation on my stupid blog of random boredom-ness. or something to that effect. well, not much going on... ihave a PT test on thursday for army rotc; the usual tests and qwizzes; i've been having fun on my guitar; talk with my good friend Dani; discuss philosophy, martial arts, and random stupidity with jef; and say generally strange and nonrelated comments in class. Yeh, that's me.
there you go. i'm gonna take some pics (when i get around to it) and post em sometime soon, so don't touch that keyboard!
catchya later

the future...

2005-11-21T18:35:00.000-08:00

wellp, i jest finished filling out an army rotc application form. i had been gonna do the marines, but i've learned that you only join them if (a)you want to learn how to kill people and make a living from it, or (b)you're just insane/hardcore/post-traumatically patriotic. or something to that effect. anyhow, tho i, like most red-blooded young males, enjoy a bit of good-humored slaughter, i do plan to make something of myself other than a killing machine. this is not to say i do not respect marines or am belittling what they do or saying they are blood-hungry. but i am not the type who could spend the rest of my pre-retirement years doing that. so i opted to try the army, wherein i will have more opportunities for advancement and learn skills that will prove useful in my civilian life. i chose to go the rotc route b/c of better pay, higher living conditions, and any and all other benefits involved. yesh. so that is what is happening in my life, right now,... i guess. until next time.

some people...

2005-11-06T18:47:00.000-08:00

ok. enough is enough. i tried to be nice, i try to let erryone have free speech, but i'm gonna have to fix this. "the person who hates everyone," i'm sorry that you feel that way and that you have to let us all know about it. I'm particularly annoyed with you calling my good friend Dani "scum." You have some real issues and you need to find help or... something. i dunno. but anyways, for everyone who is semi-normal's sake, i'm changing the settings so that only those comments which i approve of will show up on the actual page. this means they may end up there a little later than originally written; i don't get on here often enough to keep tabs on immature people like the aforementioned person, so measures have to be taken.
Have a nice day anyways.

8th grade math...(?)

2005-11-01T13:17:00.000-08:00

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

random post of boredom

2005-11-01T13:05:00.000-08:00

well, it's that time again... or something. man, you peeps commenting sure get hot and heavy; not much of it was "G-rated" as Dani suggested, on either side. I may have to do something drastic... don't make me go there.
on to a more semi-positive note, i had another story to tell, but i don't want to. You'll jest have to ask joel (aka reuben) about it, if you must know. again, and as usual, i'm really just rambling because nothing interesting has happened as of late, so... mnebbe i'll find something as i surf the internet to add here. if not, then you'll know i dint, because you'll be reading these words instead of other ones (you follow the logic?) N-E-how.. i'll catch y'all later. maybe. if i don't starve of boredom and die.
"PS" ok- i got this in my email (i'm part of a shpecial clubby thing), and i thought Chris in particlar would appreciate it:
"World Fantasy Award-winning writer Stephen King, long acknowledged as the master of modern horror, and Marvel Comics join forces this spring to launch a ground-breaking new comic book series adapted from King's magnum opus, The Dark Tower.
For the rest of the story, and to view images from this series, go to http://www.marvel.com/king/!"

Mayonnaise

2005-10-25T12:57:00.000-07:00

boy. you guyses are crazy. all of you. some a bit more than others, ... but that's beside the point. all of those comments made me hungry, what with the talk of blood and meat and food...
N-E-ways, i'm taking the strong advice from various and sundry loveded ones and making a new post. this post really is about nothing (wait a minute- aren't they all?) so don't get disappointed in me; i know.
For all of you die-hard CiCi's story fans, sorry- nothin new right now for 'cept the same old fat foos. i'z been sick and shtuff, so i've only gone to work a coupla days recently. More to follow (perhaps); tune in same time, same channel.
well, boredom must be an eternal fight b/c i was bored up there (unless involved in random shenanigans with other muggas) for 8-odd years, and now i'm bored with life here. not the peeps, just the basic life. ya know, skool and work and more skool and more skool and more work, etc... but i'm guessing that as you read this (whoever you may be), you're thinking, "i've heard all of this before..." and you're prolly right. BOREDOM IS A CANCER THAT DESTROYS YOUR IMAGINATION or something to that effect.
gotta go 4 now; check ya later.
*in case you're wondering, the title is for reuben, even though i wrote more than just that =)

Fall

2005-10-08T08:48:00.000-07:00

brown pieces
of paper
drift slowly by my window
small faces
of November
try to teach me how the seasons go
time
is jogging right in front of me
interrupting my soliloquy
with the harshness of reality
and I
attempting constantly to elope
with my dreams and happy hopes
struggle within, trying to cope
and face the end
of another season
========================
well, friends and fam, whatsup? I haven't posted anything in a while becuz our phone line was inaccessible (ie unpaid bill). Sure wish we had DSL...
anyways, Joel called me the other day and started a chain of thoughts within my mind reminding me of all the fun times we all had back at "the old school," FCS. I miss you guys SOO much and I hope you're having a grrreat senior year (or, for the non-senior friends, a great whatever-year-it-is-for-you). Along with that, I want to thank any and everyone from here who has befriended me (you know who you are); you guys are great and Ã thank God for you all.
ok,Ii have another CiCi's story. acually, it's more of a ranting. and, unless you were there, it's pretty hard to convey the magnitude of the situation. but, here goes: it started off as a normal, boring Thursday night at the pizza joint.Ii asked Doug (one of my managers) if he would actually need me, being as it was exam week and my brain was already fried from the testing, not counting the Precalculus oneIi was to take Friday. he said no, we had a soccer team and stuff coming in at some point, andIi said ok. soIi continued in my boring and seemingly meaningless task of cleaning tables. after about an hour or so, the aforementioned soccer team came in (some college "toughs"), along with a large group of softball-playing girls. To tell you the truth, some of them looked meaner than the guys. just a few, though. they made the usual messes that groups make, stayed awhile, and left. so i'm thinking to myself, aight. no prob. that was easy. the rest of the night will be smooth coasting. about half an hour later,Ii exited the kitchen/backroom area to make my rounds and check on the place. my eyes beheld a MASSIVELY HUGE group of 4-6th grade girls (along with a couple of same-aged boys). my heart froze, turned around, and ran. they had already managed to spill two to three drinks, overflow the arcade with trash on the floor and their bodies, and make the bathrooms look worse than the remnants from hurricane Katrina. you can just imagine my elation at all the work to be done. soIi jumped right in and did what i'm paid to do, enjoying every minute of it (in case you can't tell, i'm being sarcastic). well, this is getting to be a rather long post, so i'll shorten the story by just saying it was a very interesting and engaging evening, especially whenIi chuckled at the "couples" consisting of short, wimpy-looking guys and tall, athletic girls. ah, the foolishness of youth.
have a wonderfully slap-happy day, and be honest when you talk to peeps, aight?
-in case you were wondering, the poem above is my own, semi-inspired by Simon & Garfunkel's "Leaves That Are Green."-
check ya later, my homie-f's

another post

2005-09-21T18:28:00.000-07:00

hooah. i've been on an emotional roller coaster for the past few days for various and sundry reasons, and right now i happen to be in like, one of the best moods EVER. But i am missing all of you guys in Laffy and your cool, crazy, sometimes disgusting, yet lovable idiosyncracies. (or something)
Ok, the new link i have, DefJeff, is to Jeff Royes'(sp?) blog- he's like the funniest guy i've met here, and iNsAne to the maxx.
JEFF ROCKs
erryone else here is pretty fly too. i wont go to the trouble of naming them all, but i've surprisingly made a buncha hooligan friends already. so it's all good.
as for cici's stroies, i have no more as of yet except that i went in to work the other day only to be told i wasnt needed and i had to wait about a half hour for my parental units to swing by in the getaway car of doom. (well, scratch the doom part; the rest is true) i discovered through this that the arcade holds none of the glitz or challenge it used to as a small child. although i personally was never a SMALL child, just a child...
ah whatever. peace out, muggas.

COWPIE!!!

Oh- my word.

2005-09-17T19:41:00.000-07:00

I just started my first official job yesterday (i know; i'm a late bloomer) and it wuz crezy. (yesh, crezy, not crazy- i do know how to spell, unlike most people who type on the computer; when something is spelled "wrong," it's becuz i chose to make it so... sorry, that's a hobby-horse of mine...)
N-E-ways, I work at CiCi's Pizza, and it's semi-fly. The only annoying thing is the behavior of the idiotic peoples who come there to eat. Most are ok, but sometimes...
like this one lady who came to me and said she needed me to clean up something for her. I was like, yeah, ok, whatever and sauntered over to see what the problem was. It turns out her foolish and whacked-out kid had made himself throw up so that he wouldn't have to finish his food. Where do kids learn this stuff? TV? I don't think I'll ever get it...
Sorry I havnt responded to your letter yet Chris; I've been busy with... shtuff. (you know, rainbows and butterflies and compromise)
I've been diagnosed by many people around me as having ""Senior-itis." First off, i'd like to say that that term is one of the most annoying things i've ever heard. secondly, i've felt bored with school and wondered about its pointlessness for about three years now, but now that i have no one like Chris to talk to, things come out around people like my mom and she's gonna read this and wonder what i'm thinking. life's weird...
have a nice day and take luck, or good care of the luck that you have, if you ever get any, or something... i dunno...

Days of my life...

2005-09-13T15:02:00.000-07:00

i thought i found someone
but discovered she was untouchable
for now

New Kid in Town

2005-09-01T16:02:00.000-07:00

have you ever been in an environment for an extended period of time where you knew absolutely no one? Well, maybe there were a few people you had met and talked to a bit, but even then you did not know what to think of them?
If you have, you know exactly how i feel. No, i am not depressed, but it is a little weird. I'll stop in the middle of class and look around at people and feel like i'm in a dream. They're nice, but they don't talk to me very often, so i feel as if i'm watching a movie sometimes, or in adream. You know, where you know you're there, but you don't feel real? Kinda funky...
But it's all good. I enjoy some of the teachers' teaching, and i practice my guitar like ALL the time. It's soooo addicting and fun. If you play, you knowhutimean.
It's a small school, so there's not a lot of programs (ie fine arts) which means i dont have as much to do. (Yaaaaaay)
Well, i'm just posting becuz i havnt in a while, so i've run out of shtuff to write about. ah well.

Yaaay... Another One!

2005-08-27T08:04:00.000-07:00

These are fun.
-------------------------
From; Gregory_clems Esq.
Cabinet Maitre Chamber
Benin Republic
Cotonou.
TEL:229-981777
Please reply to gregory_clems@latinmail.com

Dear,
I am Gregory Clems; attorney to Late paulton Allen a foreigner and
an Engineer with Atlas Engineering Co. Late paulton Allen has an
account with B.I.DB. which he set up in 1980. He died in 1996 in
Benin Republic of West Africa. I received a memo early this year from
the international remittance unit of Banque Internationale Du. Benin
(B.I.D.B) for an interview about $45M USD that belongs to my client
Late P.Allen, The Bank informed me on their policy to Freeze the
account of Late Paulton Allen and redirect his funds $45m usd back to
government treasury because they saw no next of kin in his entire
file within the bank and his acct has been dormant for many years
which is against the policy of the B.I.DB.I am contacting you because
of the need to involve a foreigner with foreign account as the
foreign beneficiary to that fund. I have resolved to share the money
in this ratio: 50% for me, 35% for you,10% for the remittance manager
in the bank who has agreed to guide us for the success of our
objectives and 5% for expences we might incurre in the processing of
this transaction.
I will need your full name and address; informations where the
funds will be processed into. I will also need your telephone and
fax numbers for oral communications too. I will start the processing
of all the legal documents to back up your claim immediately you
send all the required information.I will give you further details on
the entire process when i receive your positive response.

Regards
Gregory clems Esq.
Private email gregory_clems@latinmail.com
----------------------
I like the realistic greeting: "Dear,"

Hoosiers. What else can I say?

2005-08-19T16:23:00.000-07:00

You know you're from Indiana when...
You drive for three hours and the scenery outside doesn't change.
There's three feet of snow on the ground and school is still in session.
While driving all you see is corn.
People still have Christmas decorations up at Easter. (Hicks, Christopher)
You start saying to yourself "More than corn in Indiana- yeah right."
There really is more than corn in Indiana. There's soybeans, too.
You have no problem spelling or pronouncing "Terre Haute"
Detassling was your first job. Bailing hay, your second.
You can stack hay, swim in the pond to clean off, and then have the strength to play a couple of games of hoops all in the same day.
You live in a city ... and there's a cornfield in your backyard.
High school basketball game draws a bigger crowd on the weekend nights than movie theaters.
You can see at least 2 basketball hoops from your yard.
The biggest question of your youth was "IU or Purdue?"
Indianapolis is the "big city".
"Getting caught by a train" is a legitimate excuse for being late to school.
Everyone knows who the town cop is, where he lives, and whether he is at home or on duty.
To you, a raccoon is simply a "coon".
The vehicle of choice in your area is not a car, but a pickup.
Someone you know is BIG John Mellencamp fan.
You know what FFA and 4H stand for.
You go the county fair every night of it's week-long duration.
There's actually a college near you named "Ball State."
The last "g" is silent in any word ending in "ing."
You think the state Bird is Larry.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Indiana.

the slang i use...

2005-08-19T16:09:00.000-07:00

My Slanguage Profile

British Slang: 75%

Southern Slang: 50%

Aussie Slang: 25%

New England Slang: 25%

Prison Slang: 25%

Canadian Slang: 0%

Victorian Slang: 0%

What Slanguage Do You Speak?

My irish name

2005-08-19T16:04:00.000-07:00

My Irish Name Is...

Ronan Murray

What's your Irish Name?

ain't that keen?

alright, alright,... i'll post sommat

2005-08-13T17:27:00.000-07:00

um... my visit proved interesting. filming was fun- i'd just like to aksk chris that he make me look wicked awesome using his mighty editing powers. many thanks to him and joel (and their familias) for providing housing capabilities and food. and luke's mom. asides all that, it was a good time. it's always good to see old homies again, yaknowhutimean?
i just got this in my email and found it... shall we say... amusing:
=============================
From:MRS MARIAM AJIA DANIELS.
NO 16 KESSINGTON ROAD
SANDTON ,JOHANNESBURG,
SOUTH AFRICA.
PHONE:+27836906556
ATTN: SIR OR MADAM, (i like that line)
Greetings! (heyheyhey!!)
I know you will be surprise to read a letter from me, butplease, consider this as a request from a family in direneed of assistance. I am Mrs.Mariam Daniels the wife oflate Brigadier Kenneth Daniels from Angola.I am writing to you from Government Reserved Area(GRA)South Africa.
I got your contact information from a business directory inJohannesburg Chambers of Commerce and Industry.And I, onbehalf of my only son, Prince and two daugthers,decided tosolicit for your assistance to transfer the sumof US$35.Million (Thirty Five Million United StatesDollars)inherited from my late husband into your company or privatebank account.
Before the death of my husband, he was Brigadier in chargeof Arms and ammunition procurement for the Angola Army. In his will, he specifically drew me attention to the sumof $35Million, which he had deposited in a safe box of aprivate Security Company in Johannesburg, South Africa. Infact, he said and I quote: My beloved wife I wish to drawyour attention to the sum of uS$35.million. I deposited thesaid box containing the fund in a security Company inJohannesburg, South Africa.
During the war, I was very dedicated and committed towinning the war against the rebels until when I found outthat some senior army officers and government functionarieswere busy helping themselves with government funds andproperties, sending them to foreign countries.Due to this, when I and former special adviser to thePresident were assigned by the President (Jose EduardoSantos) to purchase arms in South Africa, we saw this as anopportunity to divert the money for our personal use. Whenwe divided the money, my share was US$35. Million.I did this in case of my absence due to death so that youwill not suffer.
You should solicit for asistance of a reliable and sincereforeign partner to assist you to transfer this money out ofSouth Africa for investment.
I deposited the box in your name and you alone with thedeposit code can claim this money .
Do not disappoint me.
Goodbye.
From this words of my late husband, you will understandthat the lives and future of my family depends on this fundas such I will be grateful if you can assist us. Now what I want you to do for us as an internationalpartner is to help us clear this sum from the SecurityCompany using your name as the beneficiary of the fund. Please do contact me with my email address We have agreedto give you 25% of the total sum for your assistance and 5%for the expenses that might be incurred in the course ofthe transfer and the remaining 70% for thefamily's investment abroad which you will also assist usmaterialize.
Further information and discussion about this transactionwill commence as soon as you give us the assurance andconfidence that this money will be safe when transferred toyour account and please treat this matter with urgency.Please get back to me on this email address(mariamda002@webmail.co.za )for security reasons.
Thanks and God bless. (they had to add in the religion to make it realistic)
Regards
Mrs.MARIAM DANIELS (For The Family).
===================
odd, to say the least...ah well, as is life in general.

("bag of balloons", i'll "buy" you as soon as possible)

i'm sittin' in a railway station, got a ticket for my destination...

2005-07-23T11:28:00.000-07:00

well, the details for my trip to visit have been verified. Aug 4th- 9th. Huzzah.
you know, i love to write, but i just don't have anything to write about. i mean, my life is not completely void or anything, but nothing worth writing about happens too often. maybe i'll start writing poetry again (if i can think of something to write it about- any suggestions?)...

500 miles separated him from his home
he had looked it up, wondering
a friend had called and related a few changes
the old life just couldn't be again
as he wrote, he didn't realize anything
except where he was
and where he had come from.

YAAAY for visiting.

2005-07-19T10:24:00.000-07:00

Hey- peeps from Lafayette- I'm coming to visit! (Hopefully- details haven't been confirmed yet) First week of August i'd come and hang out for a week. But I can't be "hogged" by any one person for too long because i promised Chris we'd film for at least one day (mebbe two). Still, I'm very exciteded.
I stayed up all night Sunday night for one of our senior fundraisers, the Rock-athon. (not rock music, rocking chairs) we played video games, laughed, read, played bored/board games, laughed more, and just hung out, rocking all the while. I got like five people to sponsor me, so... yeh. Good stuff. Then i slept from 9 am Mon. until 2:30. Then i got up to drag myself to the dentist for a root canal. (it's still sore). So my life, as of late, has been semi-interesting.
(Thanks for the "compliments" about my looks, Jose and Christopher)
(about the womenfolk, Julio- they're about the same; no i don't take pics of random people)
Simon and Garfunkel rock.

pondering

2005-07-12T19:45:00.000-07:00

P1010068
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

just sittin' around, wondering when my time will be up...

in the days of old

2005-07-08T18:52:00.000-07:00

do you ever wish you could go back in time? i don't mean to any specific place in your lifetime, but into another era, a forgotten location in the timeline of the world. sometimes i do- i wonder what it would be like to live in the age of chivalry. you know, knights and all that good stuff. to joust, swordfight, and battle in general all for "your lady's honor." good stuff...
or pirates! now, illegal and immoral as it may be, being a pirate would be one of the most fun and adventurous things ever...
then there's the old west. full of excitement as well, what with guns, guts, and glory, and whatnot...
in case you're wondering, i'm not bored (too badly) anymore, being as i've discovered the pleasures of the local library. between motown/oldies CD's, novels by isaac asimov, tom clancy, and thomas perry, and watching good movies such as Westworld (made me write this post), Dr. Strangelove, and the Incredible Hulk show (from the 70's- another cool era), i've had my share of non-boredom. it still lurks somewhere within my labyrinthine mind, but hey, w/e.
ah, good times, good times...

tired dreams and hopeful schemes

2005-07-06T11:47:00.000-07:00

sometimes i wish i was there
without anyone to stare
except for me and her
and God
she would tell me i was the one
and how before our lives are done
we'll spend them
together
there wouldn't be any reservations
no mixed feelings, just anticipation
of what's to come
we would be free to know each other
free to live and not be bothered
by the way that things "should be"
but satisfied with the the way they are
knowing we were made for each other
and that we'd never be apart...

but it's only in my heart...

The Fourth of July

2005-07-02T18:57:00.000-07:00

the fourth day of the seventh month
our nation has set aside to commemorate itself
or something
to some, this means a lot
to others, almost nothing
to myself, it means i have the freedom to go outside
if i want to
or not and say i did
to celebrate whatever i want to, whenever
or to sleep in on saturday (if i don't have to work)
and just enjoy my life in general
knowing the whole time that
i'm free.

summer cleaning.. or something

2005-07-02T18:46:00.000-07:00

i've decided to delete any posts i don't particularly care for, so too bad if you liked any of them.
random quote:
Audrey Hepburn (Regina Lampert): I already know an awful lot of people and until one of them dies I couldn't possibly meet anyone else.
Cary Grant (Peter Joshua): Well, if anyone goes on the critical list, let me know.
-Charade (very good movie)

Short stories by Isaac Asimov

2005-06-28T17:59:00.000-07:00

he's like, one of the best writers i've read. even though he wrote science fiction, he knew how to make it seem real/ possible. good stuff (if you like reading)

libby

2005-06-26T19:43:00.000-07:00

libby
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

my li'l sis...

my room (a mess)

2005-06-26T19:39:00.000-07:00

my room (a mess)
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

mhmm.

DINOSAUR!!

2005-06-26T19:33:00.000-07:00

DINOSAUR!!
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

this is for Robbie Summer, Jacob Johnson, and anyone else who likes......
THE DINOSAUR

the gas man

2005-06-26T19:30:00.000-07:00

the gas man
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

oh. yeah.

man-purse

2005-06-26T18:58:00.000-07:00

man-purse
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

the man-purse is like, the spiffiest accessory i own. hah- beat that.

Yes, i'm weird...

2005-06-26T18:49:00.000-07:00

ok, i'll take julio's warning to heart and remove all my personal info. i just got desperate, what with a buncha peeps aksking me for it and all... yeah whatever.

ahem

2005-06-25T17:32:00.000-07:00

i've actually never seen this movie, but the quote is too good not to post:

Al Pacino (Michael): My father is no different than any powerful man, any man with power, like a president or senator.
Diane Keaton (Kay): Do you know how naive you sound, Michael? Presidents and senators don't have men killed!
Al Pacino (Michael): Oh. Who's being naive, Kay?
- from The Godfather

weeha...

2005-06-25T17:21:00.000-07:00

blogging is fun- if you have something to write about. see, i like writing, but recently i haven't had muc- wait, make that NO inspiration. that explains the boring posts =)
Good quote from Jurassic Park:
Sir Richard Attenborough (John Hammond): All major theme parks have delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked.
Jeff Goldblum (Ian): Yeah, but John, if the Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists.

Bored in Georgia- the Story of My Life (Right Now)

2005-06-25T10:04:00.000-07:00

Logging on again, he wished there was something else to do. His time had been consumed as of late with babysitting, work, and more work, so the jaunt onto the internet proved a welcome relief. tooling around with his email, he checked to see if anyone was on IM. Nope- again, nobody was on. Sam thought he'd be bored forever. Some friends had called recently- Joel, Justin, his brother Mark- but other than that, nothing exciting or interesting had occured. He wished there was a way out; a way back to where he started. Not that he didn't like Georgia, but he missed the basic joys of having a friend at least semi-nearby to hang out with, ask to come over, or something. He sighed as his thoughts were interrupted by the weekly testing of the local county's emergency broadcast system. Yet another concept that added to the sameness of each day. Well, he had gotten a letter from her, and was going to write back, appreciating the fact that she had responded to him. It was one of the only distractions from his lonely life. He wished there were more as he logged off and meandered over to play Splinter Cell...

'nam

2005-06-13T19:16:00.003-07:00

No event in American history is more misunderstood than the Vietnam War.It was misreported then, and it is misremembered now.
--Richard M. Nixon, 1985
Fifty-eight thousand Americans lost their lives.
The financial cost to the United States comes to something over $150 billion dollars.
We should not forget.
http://www.vietnamwar.com

NEW ADDRESS

2005-06-13T19:16:00.002-07:00

In case any of the old school gang wants to send me shtuff, here's my new address:
8580 Warm Springs Road
Midland, GA 31820
(by the by, the time is an hour ahead here)

I dunno...

2005-06-13T19:16:00.001-07:00

There's something in the way she moves
or looks my way, or calls my name
that seems to leave this troubled world behind...
- James Taylor, "Something in the Way She Moves"

Hi there evrybody!

2005-06-13T19:16:00.000-07:00

Well, now i know what it's like to leave everyone you grew up with. I laughed, occasionally cried, sometimes fought, but always loved everybody i've left behind. thanks for being my friends, guys.
but it's not all pain, anguish and sorrow... on the contrary, this new land seems like it may prove (at least a little) interesting, so don't go crying for me or anything. (except for joe- i know you can't help yourself, jose)
My dad is watching The Agony and the Ecstacy starring Charlton Heston and Rex Harrison. It's an ok movie. A bit on the old side, but if you're in the mood, could prove quite entertaining. (I know i'm rambling; i have nothing worth writing about happening in my life as of yet)
Except for vbs. it was pretty cool; down here, it's a bit different cuz they have a bus ministry where they bring in kids from all around town for vbs- they're pretty wild. but it was alright.
other than that,... make my day somehow. :)
PS- i will try to begin posting pics of our howse an other shtuff soon

Frie-day.

2005-06-09T14:00:00.001-07:00

Packing, and moving, and unpacking.... boy, i gotta tell ya, it's a killer. but it's kinda nice down here anyways. the church and peoples from there are, anyhow.
my uncle, Jeff Amsbaugh, is the pastor at Grace Baptist Church. that's where my dad is now the Spanish Pastor. he's already started working, and says it's a blast.
"Well, i have to take everything back to the home base now. buhbye."

NEW POST

2005-06-09T14:00:00.000-07:00

Ahoy there, all ye landlubbers! (well, maybe...) this be my firstest post from the New World of Georgia. Boy, it's hot down here. well, not so much hot as insanely humid along with it, and the peeps here say we're not even into the hottest part of the season yet. ohboy...
wellp, in case you care, the reason i havnt blogt until now is cuz we havnt had intergalacticnet service (in other words, i wasnt able to go online) until just today. i was going crazy, like this: AHHOHHJUMPERCABLESTIMES
THREEFREEDOMFIGHTERS
WITHABADCASEOFHYPER
EXTENSIONCAPABILITIES
OFSTUFFANDOHMYDADNESS
FREAKYWEIRDS
MANOHMANWOWZERS
...or something to that effect. (yes, i'm bored)
feel more than free (?) to stop by my email or sommat and say hello, k? aight. catchya later- perhaps....

Well, Tuesday had to come sometime...

2005-05-31T17:39:00.000-07:00

i stop to think
as i pack away my memories
i'm moving on
not really focusing on anything

i've tried so hard
to let go and refuse to stumble
but i didn't know
i would be forced to humble
myself,
beyond my anticipations...

POST

2005-05-28T19:18:00.000-07:00

weeeeellll..... school's finally over. that should be a good thing, but for me it means i wont be seeing nobodies for a loooong time.
........
ah well, life must go on. i'll keep on bloggin an stuff, so it shouldnt be too bad. (yiay for technology) by the by, if you want to see more random invader zim pics, go to my bro's site. it's like, what he's all about, or something.
triply-random odd fact gleaned from one of the fajillion national geographics my dad has collected through the years:
Among the Wodaabe tribe, rolling your right eye in and out is a talent especially alluring to women- these same men wear lots of makeup to allure women as well.(meahh.....dinosaur)

hick song cont.

2005-05-27T19:43:00.000-07:00

we found out we'd trespassed on some bloke's land
he started to get a little out of hand
so we shot his dog, his chickens,
and his goat
well, he got a little mad, called us a bunch of jerks
said he'd call the police and have em teach us a lesson
and started to run us down with his chevy bronco
-by me; to be cont.

ravings...

2005-05-27T19:17:00.000-07:00

well, sorta. first off, i would like to say ROB SUMMER ROCKS and so does playing 007/goldeneye on his n64 at a random sophomore party i showed up for at his house. weeha.
...then i came home to find my mother had taken all of our dirty laundry to the laundromat because we moved our washer and dryer to sunny ol'Georgia and ran out of money after washing everything (we're poor), so she couldn't use the dryer, so she brought all of the clothing home, and now it''s laying all over our packed boxes, trying to dry. phew. so is my life... leave a comment if you feel like it.

ugh

2005-05-26T19:34:00.000-07:00

i hate my face...

up the guitar

2005-05-26T19:23:00.000-07:00

P1010128
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

oooo....aaaaaahhh...

zim the organ thief

2005-05-26T19:07:00.000-07:00

zim the organ thief
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

The cooing... THE COOING!!
(stay away from random and scary vents)

Thor’s day…

2005-05-26T08:35:00.000-07:00

As I write this, I’m sitting in the kitchen, eating pork an beans I concocted myself from some leftover baked beans and a random pork roast I found in the refrigerator. (them’s good beans!) I don’t have time to write much today because it’s a mAjOr PaCkInG dAy. Wahoo.
I was just goin to explain my spontaneous posting of songs. I did so: 1. to show that I do have a sentimental (“mushy”) side, and 2. because they’re some of my favorite songs and I like songs and music a tonofabunch. So there.
Well, my dad made a list of a buncha packing stuffs for us to do, so I have to get to it, but
I do have one last random thought: does anybody ever look at the time of day people post at? I think a lot of times this might change your perspective by analyzing their posting in perspective of what time of day it is…
Ah well, I hope whoever this is has a fun-filled, yummy day.

Sigh...

2005-05-25T19:04:00.000-07:00

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong
You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together
Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through
Happy times together we've been spending
I wish that every kiss was neverending
Wouldn't it be nice
Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do
We could be married
And then we'd be happy
Wouldn't it be nice
You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Wouldn't it be nice
Good night my baby
Sleep tight my baby
-Brian Wilson/Tony Asher (The Beach Boys)

The evil hobo strikes again

2005-05-25T19:02:00.000-07:00

evilhobo6
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

AAAAA

ZiM!

2005-05-25T18:23:00.000-07:00

cute zim
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

Awwwww...... ain't he a cute widdle invader?

A day of wed-ness....

2005-05-25T17:35:00.000-07:00

Oddity is not a commodity
it's just another way
of saying how you really are
in a rather new and original
fashion
-random "poem" i just wrote
I MADE IT MY-SELF! I like writing poetry; perhaps i shall post more if i so choose...(now doesn't that make sense?) I wonder how many peeps read my blog? not many comment... if you do visit here, at least write something so i know you care=0)
yay for doom. i still don't have much to write about; i prolly will after we move, til then...
(i do that a lot: "..."... oh well...) at least finals are over- thank heavens! they weren't really hard, but were beginning to annoy me. yes.
after that, it's time for another casual fact:
Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times. (ugh)

The Evil Hobo strikes again!

2005-05-24T18:03:00.000-07:00

evilhobo4
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

Another random picture of the evil hobo of doom. He's cool.
;>)

amy with apron

2005-05-24T17:27:00.000-07:00

amy with apron
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

this is amy, looking extremely cute in an apron and bear-ears (?). (it's not just the apron, chris, although it does add to the effect)
click for a better/larger view

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare....

2005-05-24T16:33:00.000-07:00

Well hey! if you're reading this, congratulations! you've won absolutely nothing!
except for another great insight into my life:
hmm. moving. evil. doom. 'nuff said. quote:
For two men who’ve been pretty critical of each other, they put on a good show of friendship…-CBS news anchorman Bob

Maurice

2005-05-23T17:55:00.000-07:00

maurice the puppy-man
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

This is the not-very-well-known Maurice the puppy-man. He is only seen in Mortos der Soul Stealer. (I know his name is such from the commentaries- yay for ZiM)

THE EVIL HOBO

2005-05-23T17:36:00.000-07:00

evilhobo1
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

Here is a screenshot i made myself of the evil hobo. yeah- he's pretty weird.
BUT HE ROCKS!!

BOB ROHRMAN

2005-05-23T16:49:00.000-07:00

BOB ROHRMAN IS INSANE

Monday, monday...

2005-05-23T16:23:00.000-07:00

hello there all you happy people. yay. thanks to Joel Thomas Benson, i've been watching my new Invader ZiM 3rd season dvd. huzzah! my fav from this season is prolly Gaz, Taster of Pork, if only because of the insane hobo (i will post a pic of him later).
on the moving front, i am currently living with a bare-minimum amount of stuff in my room. my clothes after being worn are then packed into a box to be washed assumedly sometime after we move....
well, not feeling very write-y, so here's a quote from our founding father, General George Washington (really):
"I heard the bullets whistling, and believe me, there is something charming in the sound"
(-from a book entitled 199 Things Every American Should Know)
have a nice day

My Buddy Chris

2005-05-23T10:12:00.000-07:00

My Buddy Chris
Originally uploaded by morphite frank castle.

This is my pal, christopher thomas. he is cool. he likes to make movies. currently we're working together on a movie project. although i'm moving, i hope to continue working with him on movies and such. he's been a good friend.
CHRIS ROCKS!!!

Hey-HEY

2005-05-21T17:05:00.000-07:00

another day in the life of a bored adolescent... packing away my memories, studying for fun finals, sleeping, eating off of paper plates, crying... it's all just whirling together into a sea of emotions (most negative, i'm sad to say). but hopefully, after we finish moving, that will all change. during the coming summer, i hope to revamp myself physically, emotionally, and musically. (if you want more details, just email me or something) anyhow, i don't have much to write down right now, so... i won't waste time (mine or yours) by writing a bunch of nothing. "i have something to say,... and then i ain't gonna say no more!" actually, not really. except that i think amy macleod is awesome. yes, yes i do.
thought for the day:
The first Leon's Furniture store opened was in Welland, Ontario. (i have no clue what it means, but it sounds cool...kinda)

Post of DOOM

2005-05-16T16:39:00.000-07:00

hello there. i'm currently listening to the awesome soundtrack to Once Upon a Time in America by Ennio Morricone. mmmmmm- good stuff. i haven't been blogging very much, on account of the packing and such, so that's why i haven't been blogging much.
about the pi song... its over. as in i quitted. it became extremely boring after a long time; it was only about 30 measures but took forever and i only got to the hundredth digit or so... yeah.
well, jr/sr was fun. amy was like, the best i could hope for. mmmyes. other than that, nothing much has happened interesting in my life as of late.
have you ever realized that basically the only commercials on in the evening are for cars or medicine? it's kinda weird. spooky. like, coco-fang or something. aaaaa.
well, that's basically all of my musings for now. i'll leave you with a quote from bob:On a totally different subject, I heard it’s your birthday today. Happy Birthday.-CBS news anchorman Bob

POST!!

2005-05-07T13:53:00.000-07:00

this is a post. from me to you, the reader. yes, that's you. it's not about anything in particular, but i think i might ramble a bit....
today i took SATs. yaaaaaay. they were... interesting, you might say, in their own little SAT-y way, but very easy. i was surprised. see, i had been a little nervous (just a little, mind you) because everyone else made such a big deal about it and everything but- it was just easy. a test. unlike the other SAT and NMQSAT thingamajibbers ive taken, the math part was easy- actually all stuff i had learned at some point in my life. yaddayaddayadda.... yeh. i think í'll begin to post something daily- some digits of pi, quotes from zim, or something. i'll figure it out. anyhow, how do you like it? is my blog worth looking at? please, TELL ME!! (but you dont have to=)
hm.... i am going to take on a "musical" project. i say "musical" because i dont know how it'll turn out. it's like this: i'm gonna take pi, starting at the beginning, and turn it into a melody/song. weird, i know, but- look who you're dealing with! (me) using my extraordinary powers of mad skillz, i'll take each number (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, and 0) and associate it with a note on a scale-thing. then, using pi, i'll structure the notes accordingly. hopefully it'll end up sounding really cool, and if not, at least it will prove interesting. maybe.
anyways, i'm enjoying this whole blogging deal, even though i've not written anything of value, a lot. it's kinda cool being able to publish your thoughts and stuff online whenever you want to, ABSOLUTELY FREE!!! thats coo. like a gnomey-homey. or something.
well, here's a zim quote (kinda) to end this session for now:
The FBI Warning: WARNING OF DOOM! Federal law provides severe civil and criminal penalties for the unauthorized reproduction, distribution, exhibition of copyrighted motion pictures in anymedium (Title 17, United States Code, Section 501 and 506). The Federal Bureau of Investigation investigates allegations of criminal copyright infringement. They will hunt you down like the dirty monkey you are and force you to wear a moose skin and ride a greased piggy while singing folk tunes. They're forcing me to ride the piggy as I write this. The piggy is smelly! Show 11B, PRINTED IN USA Zimpact Inc. All Rights Reserved

TRASH!!!

2005-05-05T20:01:00.000-07:00

some junk we're getting rid of as we clean and pack- i was working til 9 pm making this pile

Aouch.

2005-05-05T16:41:00.000-07:00

arthritic pain medicine may give you stomach ulcers.
AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

First Post of Randomness

2005-05-05T16:31:00.000-07:00

Where do suicide bombers come from? there must be an infinite supply, because there's always more people wanting to blow themselves up!- paraphrased quote from CBS news anchorman Bob