Ok, I realize that my last post was back in April. Occasionally I will be at the computer and notice that one of my friends have blogged something else. Something about Captain America here, some really well written poem/story there. And each time I go to my blog with the intent to write SOMETHING. Anything. Then I cant think of anything so I just give up. But I've been inspired. Yes, this lazy lump of mass sitting at his computer at home has been moved to do something... on his computer. Anyways, one of my blogging friends has decided to do a Super-Blog week, which means blogging EVERY DAY. So for those of you who have been hanging on my every word, checking every week to see if I've posted something new, you're in for one interesting experience. By the way, I'm gonna dedicate each post to someone, just to make it more interesting. So... here we go.
Caution: Any persons at risk of heart-attack should consult a physician before proceeding, as this material is just too awesome for some people.
Dedication: Emily Coleman (Because it's Super-Blogger week! Also because she makes me feel bad that I haven't posted whenever she does)
My first topic: Nothing. I'm going to type and type. And post whatever comes out.
Wisdom teeth are frustrating. What is the point? My guess is that they are like the appendix. Completely useless and can cause problems. We learned in school that this is probably due to evolution. Over time we no longer needed an appendix so it ceased to function. As with wisdom teeth, our facial structure changed but the wisdom teeth didn't go away. What is up with that? You would think that if we are constantly "getting better" due to evolution, we would get rid of the wisdom teeth. But no.
Another thing I've been thinking about lately is Rosetta Stone. I'm talking about the language software program. Not the actual Rosetta Stone. I think it's a great idea. Just push someone into the language and eventually they will pick it up. However, you have to have some drive to actually do it. About a year ago I knew three words in Spanish. "No Hablos Espanol". Then my mom bought the Spanish Rosetta Stone. I now know four words in Spanish. "No Hablos Espanol Bebe" (The last "e" is supposed to have an accent) Although I have no idea why you might tell a baby that you dont' speak Spanish.
Item number three: We now have a kitten. It has black and white fur. Our family is having trouble naming it because we have seven kids. Everyone has their own ideas.
Dad - Bessie (Because it's black and white)
Mom - Troll (Because it looks like one of those naked toy trolls)
Maddie - Minerva
Chopin
Struass (Obviously Madeleine is the most sophisticated of us all)
Savannah - Spock
Captain Kirk
Me - Mr. Kibble (Because we have a dog)
Ben - Harley (No.)
Collin - agrees with ben
Maren - Scratchy
Claws
Elijah - Pebbles (ughhhhh)
We have also heard a lot of other good suggestions from other people such as skull crusher and Captain America.
Well that's all for today, I think. Tune in next time for more mind blowing content.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Easter - Christ's Atonement
In church choir (which is my favorite part of the week) we are singing this song by John V. Pearson. It is my favorite song, which as many of you know, I don’t really pick favorite songs.
Behold the wounds in Jesus' hands,
The Marks upon His side.
Then ponder who He meant to save
When on the cross He died.
We cannot see the love of God
Which saves us from the fall,
Yet know that Christ from wood and nails
Built mansions for us all.
Christ came to save me. He came to save you. He came and, out of love, atoned for our sins. My heart overflows with gratitude for what he has done for me. I particularly like the line, “Yet know that Christ with wood and nails, built mansions for us all.” Then ponder who He meant to save
When on the cross He died.
We cannot see the love of God
Which saves us from the fall,
Yet know that Christ from wood and nails
Built mansions for us all.
~
Behold the outstretched hands of Christ,
Our God, who came to save,
Whose love and grace redeems our souls
And lifts us from the grave.
Though bruised and battered as we stray
His loving hands caress,
He washes and anoints with oil
Then in His arms we rest.
Our God, who came to save,
Whose love and grace redeems our souls
And lifts us from the grave.
Though bruised and battered as we stray
His loving hands caress,
He washes and anoints with oil
Then in His arms we rest.
I think of the day when Jesus rose from the dead, and when he went to meet Mary by the tomb. Think about the joy she must have felt to see her Savior living. She must have been overjoyed. I don’t know how she could resist embracing him. I think she must have sat there for a while in tears of happiness, before she went to tell the apostles about his resurrection. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to stand after such an experience.
~
Behold the wounds in Jesus' hands,
Look to your Lord and live
He yearns to bless you with His love
And all your sins forgive.
Oh empty is the heart of man
When it is filled with sin.
Come open wide your broken heart
And let your Savior in!
Remember that picture with Jesus knocking at the door without a door knob? And that the message is that we need to open the door for the Savior, because he can’t do it himself? Recently, I have been more diligent in scripture reading and prayer. I cannot explain how much this changes my life. Just taking 20 extra minutes out of my day raised my grades, enthusiasm, and joy. The moral? Let your savior into your life. He wants, so badly, to help you. To lift you up. You just need to take the initiative, and open the door.He yearns to bless you with His love
And all your sins forgive.
Oh empty is the heart of man
When it is filled with sin.
Come open wide your broken heart
And let your Savior in!
~
Behold His wounded hands and feet!
Come touch and see and feel
The wounds and marks that you may know
His love for you is real.
Then as you fall to worship Him
And wash His feet in tears,
Your Savior takes you in His arms
And quiets all your fears.
Your Savior takes you in His arms
Come touch and see and feel
The wounds and marks that you may know
His love for you is real.
Then as you fall to worship Him
And wash His feet in tears,
Your Savior takes you in His arms
And quiets all your fears.
Your Savior takes you in His arms
And quiets all your fears.
I don't cry easily, but when this last line struck me, the tears began to flow. Isn't it wonderful? All the pain, suffering, and agony that Christ went through was because of his extraordinary love for us. Through the atonement, Jesus Christ made it possible for us to live again, obtain eternal life, and live with our families through eternity. This last part in particular resonates within my soul. Christ built the passageway for me to live with my mother. For me to see her beautiful face, and to hold her in my arms once again.
I will allow this hymn to sum up my thoughts on Easter, as it does a much better job than I.
~
I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me
Confused at the grace that so fully he proffers me
I tremble to know that for me he was crucified
That for me, a sinner, he suffered, he bled and died
~
I marvel that he would descend from his throne divine
To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine
That he should extend his great love unto such as I
Sufficient to own, to redeem and to justify
~
I think of his hands, pierced and bleeding to pay my debt
Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?
No, no, I will praise and adore at the mercy seat
Until at the glorified throne I kneel at his feet
~
~
I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me
Secure in the promise of life in his victory
Thus ransomed from death I will live to my Savior's praise
And sing of his goodness and mercy through endless days
~
Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me enough to die for me
Oh, it is wonderful
Wonderful to me!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Life
"Life. Life is like a magazine. It costs ONE dollar, but I only have fifty cents."
Well, for those of you who know me (which I'm hoping anyone reading my blog does), you will know that I'm not a very outgoing person. I have never really fit in with any one class of people. It seems that I am not able to associate myself completely with any one group. This became evident to me in my freshmen year when all the "popular" or "cool" kids would sit on the left side of the choir risers at lunch and the "not-so-popular" kids would sit on the right side. My comfortable position was smack dab in the middle. I wanted to hang out with the people sitting on the left, but I simply wasn't cool enough. I would, therefore, navigate to the other side of the room to the "not-so-cool" area. Well, I didn't really find myself interested in anything they had to talk about, so my spot remained in the middle.
I was rather new to the school district, and didn't have many friends anyways. The problem was that everyone had their groups of friends already. I might chat with a class mate, but I was never invited to sit with anyone at lunch. My freshman year of high school was pretty bad. Choir was not fun at all. I felt as if nobody liked me (they were probably all annoyed with my piano playing), and I would sit in the back, miserable, contemplating the ways I could get out of the class.
I think the only group of friends that I could classify as a group was during Mr. Millers 6th period English. Frankie, Tum, Mouse, and Andre were quick to accept me into their group, even If I sang a little to much (They probably heard "carol of the bells" about a thousand times). That class was one of the best parts of my life. They made me feel welcome. As if I were a part of something. Frankie and Tum were band geeks themselves, which was something I could relate to. We had many a discussion about music, and battles about knowledge of music theory (Unfortunately, AP music theory is no longer taught at PHHS. I was really looking forward to that).
Well the next year Bels was the best class ever. We laughed, cried, and made it through life, together, as a family. Unfortunately, that same year we had moved in with our relatives (not a good idea) and my grades plunged (I was also taking two AP classes). Those people with all As drove me nuts. How was this fair in any way? Why was I the stupid one? What I came to realize is that God gave us different gifts. Mine is not in intelligence, but I in music.
I have also learned to appreciate the fact that I don't belong in a social class, because I can hang with anyone I want to, and I hear all the gossip and the what not, and I just get to sit back and laugh at life. At the hillariousness that High School is. (Who knew "hilariousness" was a word?)
Well, for those of you who know me (which I'm hoping anyone reading my blog does), you will know that I'm not a very outgoing person. I have never really fit in with any one class of people. It seems that I am not able to associate myself completely with any one group. This became evident to me in my freshmen year when all the "popular" or "cool" kids would sit on the left side of the choir risers at lunch and the "not-so-popular" kids would sit on the right side. My comfortable position was smack dab in the middle. I wanted to hang out with the people sitting on the left, but I simply wasn't cool enough. I would, therefore, navigate to the other side of the room to the "not-so-cool" area. Well, I didn't really find myself interested in anything they had to talk about, so my spot remained in the middle.
I was rather new to the school district, and didn't have many friends anyways. The problem was that everyone had their groups of friends already. I might chat with a class mate, but I was never invited to sit with anyone at lunch. My freshman year of high school was pretty bad. Choir was not fun at all. I felt as if nobody liked me (they were probably all annoyed with my piano playing), and I would sit in the back, miserable, contemplating the ways I could get out of the class.
I think the only group of friends that I could classify as a group was during Mr. Millers 6th period English. Frankie, Tum, Mouse, and Andre were quick to accept me into their group, even If I sang a little to much (They probably heard "carol of the bells" about a thousand times). That class was one of the best parts of my life. They made me feel welcome. As if I were a part of something. Frankie and Tum were band geeks themselves, which was something I could relate to. We had many a discussion about music, and battles about knowledge of music theory (Unfortunately, AP music theory is no longer taught at PHHS. I was really looking forward to that).
Well the next year Bels was the best class ever. We laughed, cried, and made it through life, together, as a family. Unfortunately, that same year we had moved in with our relatives (not a good idea) and my grades plunged (I was also taking two AP classes). Those people with all As drove me nuts. How was this fair in any way? Why was I the stupid one? What I came to realize is that God gave us different gifts. Mine is not in intelligence, but I in music.
I have also learned to appreciate the fact that I don't belong in a social class, because I can hang with anyone I want to, and I hear all the gossip and the what not, and I just get to sit back and laugh at life. At the hillariousness that High School is. (Who knew "hilariousness" was a word?)
Friday, March 18, 2011
If music be the food of love sing on!
As most of you probably know, I am an awful expressive writer. It seems I have many excellent thoughts and emotions, but when I sit down to write them words fail me and I never manage to get anything out on paper. This is one of the many reasons for starting a blog, to improve my writing. It is my hope that you continue to read my blog, despite my constant ramblings and misuse of the wonderful English language. (I actually prefer Latin. Not that I speak it or anything.)
I have decided to dedicate this post to music, as it is a huge portion of my life (as I imagine it is in many of yours).
Victor Hugo said, "Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." How often is there a yearning, wanting, or emotion stirring within our soul; and we find it impossible truly express that feeling without the aid of beautiful, wonderfully arranged notes, that flow from our very being?
Often I find myself marveling at the complexity of music; not only in music theory, but in the effects it has on the lives of human beings. Somehow it has a profound effect on everyone in hearing range of its overwhelming power. How is it that music moves my heart when singing beautiful songs in church and church choir? Why do I feel better when listening to music? What is it that makes us love music? I wish I new.
I suppose music is much like the English language. One letter in the alphabet is almost meaningless. Combine a few of these otherwise meaningless symbols, and you can produce words that people can relate to; Love, Hate, Forgiveness, and Revenge. If one continues on to combine words with infinite number of words in the English Language, they succeed in producing powerful emotions from people.
Les Miserables is, perhaps, the best musical ever. It's music and message are the most powerful I've ever heard. So yeah. It's really good.
What I love about music I suppose is the way it affects our emotions consciously, and subconsciously. Slaves used to sing spirituals to lift their spirits when working in the fields. Music does not apply only ot one group. It can apply and relate to ANYONE, regardless of their age, ethnicity, or gender. It is the universal language. It brings together a world that would otherwise be apart. It speaks to all men.
"The song of the righteous is a prayer unto the lord." - Doctrine and Covenants 25: 12
I have decided to dedicate this post to music, as it is a huge portion of my life (as I imagine it is in many of yours).
Victor Hugo said, "Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." How often is there a yearning, wanting, or emotion stirring within our soul; and we find it impossible truly express that feeling without the aid of beautiful, wonderfully arranged notes, that flow from our very being?
Often I find myself marveling at the complexity of music; not only in music theory, but in the effects it has on the lives of human beings. Somehow it has a profound effect on everyone in hearing range of its overwhelming power. How is it that music moves my heart when singing beautiful songs in church and church choir? Why do I feel better when listening to music? What is it that makes us love music? I wish I new.
I suppose music is much like the English language. One letter in the alphabet is almost meaningless. Combine a few of these otherwise meaningless symbols, and you can produce words that people can relate to; Love, Hate, Forgiveness, and Revenge. If one continues on to combine words with infinite number of words in the English Language, they succeed in producing powerful emotions from people.
Les Miserables is, perhaps, the best musical ever. It's music and message are the most powerful I've ever heard. So yeah. It's really good.
What I love about music I suppose is the way it affects our emotions consciously, and subconsciously. Slaves used to sing spirituals to lift their spirits when working in the fields. Music does not apply only ot one group. It can apply and relate to ANYONE, regardless of their age, ethnicity, or gender. It is the universal language. It brings together a world that would otherwise be apart. It speaks to all men.
"The song of the righteous is a prayer unto the lord." - Doctrine and Covenants 25: 12
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Madeleine
For those of you who don't know Madeleine, you are missing out. She is one of the smartest and funniest people I know. When I picture Madeline I think of someone sitting by the fire, holding a book, for hours every day. So is always ...willing... to drive me anywhere I need to go (When she's around), and is full of unconditional (mostly) love.
For some reason, the kids beneath Madeleine (all the kids except Maddie) have always considered her to be the ultimate source. We all know three things.
1. Madeleine is always right.
2. Madeline's opinion is law
3. Madeleine is a sucker (Remember: There is a difference between someone who "sucks" and a sucker. Pretty much, a sucker does whatever you want with enough begging.
Something commonly said my go something like this, "Madeleine doesn't like ----, so obviously you shouldn't like it either." Don't ask me why. That's just the way it's always been. Another thing is that it is important to have Madeleine on your side. We are not the only ones who believe Maddie is always right. Mom thinks so too, and if there is a problem, whichever side Madeleine is on, wins.
She is always willing to help out and she used to be a great help around the house (before she went to college). When she did go away to college, the house never seemed to be clean. Even on Saturdays. This is because Madeleine never made messes, and yet, she always did the most Saturday jobs. I recall the time when mom had this great new chores plan. We all got large jobs, but Madeleine got stuck doing ALL the dishes for a month. Did she complain? Not once (To my recollection).
Madeleine has some really great taste in music (Except Jane Eyre. I don't know what happened there. Hey! That rhymed). She likes classical, show tunes, movie soundtracks, and choir. Basically I get my love of music from her, although I enjoy less... shall we say, genius-ical music also known as pop.
Madeleine is a really excellent writer and has a blog that I can never remember the name of. (Hey, she picked a name that is impossible to spell without a dictionary. Something like, "Mumbojumbuckiquiescence")
So yeah, I have a pretty awesome sister.
-Josh
For some reason, the kids beneath Madeleine (all the kids except Maddie) have always considered her to be the ultimate source. We all know three things.
1. Madeleine is always right.
2. Madeline's opinion is law
3. Madeleine is a sucker (Remember: There is a difference between someone who "sucks" and a sucker. Pretty much, a sucker does whatever you want with enough begging.
Something commonly said my go something like this, "Madeleine doesn't like ----, so obviously you shouldn't like it either." Don't ask me why. That's just the way it's always been. Another thing is that it is important to have Madeleine on your side. We are not the only ones who believe Maddie is always right. Mom thinks so too, and if there is a problem, whichever side Madeleine is on, wins.
She is always willing to help out and she used to be a great help around the house (before she went to college). When she did go away to college, the house never seemed to be clean. Even on Saturdays. This is because Madeleine never made messes, and yet, she always did the most Saturday jobs. I recall the time when mom had this great new chores plan. We all got large jobs, but Madeleine got stuck doing ALL the dishes for a month. Did she complain? Not once (To my recollection).
Madeleine has some really great taste in music (Except Jane Eyre. I don't know what happened there. Hey! That rhymed). She likes classical, show tunes, movie soundtracks, and choir. Basically I get my love of music from her, although I enjoy less... shall we say, genius-ical music also known as pop.
Madeleine is a really excellent writer and has a blog that I can never remember the name of. (Hey, she picked a name that is impossible to spell without a dictionary. Something like, "Mumbojumbuckiquiescence")
So yeah, I have a pretty awesome sister.
-Josh
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Random
This is a response to all of the posting Ideas I got on Facebook.
1. Pants - Delaney Moghanian has a black shirt that simply says, "pants.". I have always found this shirt rather humorous for some unknown reason. I will now proceed to tell about my opinion of pants. I really like pants. They do the world a great favor, keeping us warm, and giving us yet another way to express ourselves. This does not mean, however, that just because we CAN express ourselves, doesn't mean we SHOULD; just look at Picasso. On this note, I would like to discuss skinny jeans. This is pretty much the worst fashion since... forever (No offense to anyone who wears skinny jeans). One of the many problems with skinny jeans is that they are very hard to keep up. I don't understand the appeal of "sagging". Why would anyone want to walk around looking like they "had an accident" in their pants. Once I noticed a guy wearing three belts. THREE!!! And guess what? His pants were still sagging. I just have to ask... what is this world coming to? As most of you know, I have never cared much for what is "in". I only have unknown brands of jeans, purchased from wal-mart or Target. I find these pants to be quite fitting. Who needs a good fashion sense when you're as attractive as me?
2. Planets (Kristen) - I think planets were one of Gods greatest inventions. Without ours we wouldn't have a place to live. This Earth is so wonderful, and we need to enjoy it. Other than Earth my favorite planet would probably have to be Krypton.
3. Planets by Gustav Holst (Madeleine) - I'm pretty sure I listed this in my "Excellent Music" post, but I will go into more depth. For a Boy Scout choir we sang a song called "Homeland" This is pretty much the best song ever. It is written to the main theme of Holst's "Jupiter" which is really wonderful. Music is truly amazing, and i don't feel worthy d to discuss how great it really is.
4. Beethoven - I also mentioned him in "Excellent Music". His ninth and fifth symphonies are just awesome.
5. Cannibalism - I don't know much about this topic, as I have never tried human meat. However I have two words for you. "Donner" and "Party".
6. Britta Henry - Britta is one of the most... interesting people I know. I really like Kristen's comment, "For every word you say, Britta says thirty." This is most definitely true. Britta just doesn't know how to close her mouth. This is not a bad thing. I don't either. If you don't know Britta, you should make an earnest effort to meet her. She is really friendly, and doesn't bite (As far as I know). She is always cheerful and has a cheery disposition. Sometimes you may see Britta making a duck or fish face, which is always a good laugh. It has been reported that she looks like a lizard, llama, lion, fish, duck, lion, seal, and a whole slew of others. Her most remembered quote is "Guys! I do not sound like that!"
7. Maggie - The best dog ever other than Isis. She tears everything up and chases lazer lights. Recently we have been training her to jump, and today she jumped up on the counter. I guess we have to put all the food away now.
Well this has been fun. Keep reading. Can't promise it will be good though.
-Josh
7.
1. Pants - Delaney Moghanian has a black shirt that simply says, "pants.". I have always found this shirt rather humorous for some unknown reason. I will now proceed to tell about my opinion of pants. I really like pants. They do the world a great favor, keeping us warm, and giving us yet another way to express ourselves. This does not mean, however, that just because we CAN express ourselves, doesn't mean we SHOULD; just look at Picasso. On this note, I would like to discuss skinny jeans. This is pretty much the worst fashion since... forever (No offense to anyone who wears skinny jeans). One of the many problems with skinny jeans is that they are very hard to keep up. I don't understand the appeal of "sagging". Why would anyone want to walk around looking like they "had an accident" in their pants. Once I noticed a guy wearing three belts. THREE!!! And guess what? His pants were still sagging. I just have to ask... what is this world coming to? As most of you know, I have never cared much for what is "in". I only have unknown brands of jeans, purchased from wal-mart or Target. I find these pants to be quite fitting. Who needs a good fashion sense when you're as attractive as me?
2. Planets (Kristen) - I think planets were one of Gods greatest inventions. Without ours we wouldn't have a place to live. This Earth is so wonderful, and we need to enjoy it. Other than Earth my favorite planet would probably have to be Krypton.
3. Planets by Gustav Holst (Madeleine) - I'm pretty sure I listed this in my "Excellent Music" post, but I will go into more depth. For a Boy Scout choir we sang a song called "Homeland" This is pretty much the best song ever. It is written to the main theme of Holst's "Jupiter" which is really wonderful. Music is truly amazing, and i don't feel worthy d to discuss how great it really is.
4. Beethoven - I also mentioned him in "Excellent Music". His ninth and fifth symphonies are just awesome.
5. Cannibalism - I don't know much about this topic, as I have never tried human meat. However I have two words for you. "Donner" and "Party".
6. Britta Henry - Britta is one of the most... interesting people I know. I really like Kristen's comment, "For every word you say, Britta says thirty." This is most definitely true. Britta just doesn't know how to close her mouth. This is not a bad thing. I don't either. If you don't know Britta, you should make an earnest effort to meet her. She is really friendly, and doesn't bite (As far as I know). She is always cheerful and has a cheery disposition. Sometimes you may see Britta making a duck or fish face, which is always a good laugh. It has been reported that she looks like a lizard, llama, lion, fish, duck, lion, seal, and a whole slew of others. Her most remembered quote is "Guys! I do not sound like that!"
7. Maggie - The best dog ever other than Isis. She tears everything up and chases lazer lights. Recently we have been training her to jump, and today she jumped up on the counter. I guess we have to put all the food away now.
Well this has been fun. Keep reading. Can't promise it will be good though.
-Josh
7.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Some Really Excellent Music
Handel:
-Hallelujah Chorus
Chopin:
-Funeral March
-Raindrop Prelude
Mormon Tabernacle Choir:
-Peace Like a River
-You Raise Me Up
-Wayfaring Stranger
-Homeward Bound
My Chemical Romance:
-Sing
San Fransisco University Singers:
-Loch Lomond
Beethoven:
-5th Symphony
-9th Symphony (Ode to Joy) (this one is one of the best)
Claude-Michel Schonberg:
-Les Miserables
Stephen Schwartz and Hanz Zimmer:
-Many soundtracks and musicals (Prince of Egypt)
Holst:
-Planets (Jupiter and Mars especially)
Stravinsky:
-Fire Bird Suite
-Hallelujah Chorus
Chopin:
-Funeral March
-Raindrop Prelude
Mormon Tabernacle Choir:
-Peace Like a River
-You Raise Me Up
-Wayfaring Stranger
-Homeward Bound
My Chemical Romance:
-Sing
San Fransisco University Singers:
-Loch Lomond
Beethoven:
-5th Symphony
-9th Symphony (Ode to Joy) (this one is one of the best)
Claude-Michel Schonberg:
-Les Miserables
Stephen Schwartz and Hanz Zimmer:
-Many soundtracks and musicals (Prince of Egypt)
Holst:
-Planets (Jupiter and Mars especially)
Stravinsky:
-Fire Bird Suite
Monday, February 21, 2011
Job Hunting
So apparently I'm not allowed to live at home for the rest of my life as I had previously planned. My mom says that as much as she loves me, I can't live at home forever. What does this mean? Well, according to mom (The knower of all things) it means getting a job. This is something I have considered below me. Who does work anymore? It's over rated.
Anyone who has been job hunting before can testify of its awfulness. Savannah and I decided to make it a little less painful by going together today. So prepared with our many years of experience, great composure, confidence, and Savannah's Ipod, we went in search of someone who would be desperate enough to hire us. The plan was go to a bunch of shopping centers, split up, and bring back as many applications we could get our hands on. We gathered up a bunch of applications and rushed home to fill them out.
"Hand Cramp" is the most I can say for this experience. Perhaps the worst part is when they ask you why you want to work at their facility. The only true answer I could come up with was "Because I want money." I did however put a bunch of cheezy answers some of which were, "I really like the restaurant." and "Their service is great, and I want to be a part of it!"
Unfortunately I could not complete my applications as I have no references, so if I know you, you're not family, and can say some good things about me know and leave your address and phone number. :)
Anyone who has been job hunting before can testify of its awfulness. Savannah and I decided to make it a little less painful by going together today. So prepared with our many years of experience, great composure, confidence, and Savannah's Ipod, we went in search of someone who would be desperate enough to hire us. The plan was go to a bunch of shopping centers, split up, and bring back as many applications we could get our hands on. We gathered up a bunch of applications and rushed home to fill them out.
"Hand Cramp" is the most I can say for this experience. Perhaps the worst part is when they ask you why you want to work at their facility. The only true answer I could come up with was "Because I want money." I did however put a bunch of cheezy answers some of which were, "I really like the restaurant." and "Their service is great, and I want to be a part of it!"
Unfortunately I could not complete my applications as I have no references, so if I know you, you're not family, and can say some good things about me know and leave your address and phone number. :)
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Teachers
(This is written mostly for Madeleine who is the only one who ever reads my blog) Ok, here's the deal. I figure that if I post about all my classes then nobody will ever have to ask again (this is amusing people actually read my blog). I am going to list them in order from period 1 to period 6.
- Mrs. Wilson: Regular Chemistry - This is the class where I don't actually do anything. It is really slow moving because she gets off topic and talks about her sons, girl scout cookies, drinking, and A LOT about politics. Normally I might question whether or not it is appropriate for a teacher to discuss their political views with the class, but I would rather listen to her ramble on about that than chemistry. To put it plainly; I learn more about life and practical lessons in that class than any other class. So even if I don't lean very much chemistry, at least I can take something practical away from that class. So far we have studied:
1. Why home ec. was a waste of time for Mrs. Wilson (She knew more than the teacher)
2. How many girl scout cookies (thin mints) Mrs. Wilson can consume in one week (the record is 3 boxes)
3. Why you should never drive Nico Lam and a bunch of drunk girls home from a party (for obvious reasons)
4. Why the use of test tube holders is impractical when carrying a test tube.
5. Which brand of "sweet hearts" candy is the best
- Mrs. Swikard: Honors U.S. History - Mrs. Swikard is one of the greatest teachers EVER. I have learned so much about history in that class, and she has gotten me to love history again. (I stopped loving it about halfway through last year when I was enrolled in A.P world history). She is really nice and a hard grader, but I have an "A" so HA. So far we have studied:
1. The difference between the Chesapeake bay colony and the New England Colony (Who knew people might actually want religious freedom?)
2. The period of Salutary Neglect (You would think Britain would tax the crap out of them)
3. The 7 years war (Britain's way of saying that America has to fight their battles)
4. The Revolutionary War (The reason we celebrate independence day, not appendix day)
5. Hamilton and Jefferson during the Washington Presidency (Who knew debt could be a good thing?)
6. Jacksonian Democracy (Why was he never impeached?)
7. The Civil War (An oxymoron, NOT an oxymormon)
8. Reconstruction (Why were people debating the meaning of the Civil war AFTER it happened?)
9. The Gilded Age (You know something is wrong when the government begins to beg for money... oh wait.)
10. The Progressive era (child labor laws? Who needs em?)
11. Imperialism (Aloha)
-Mrs. Garret: P.E. - Hilarious. Considers everyone stupid, and always thinks people are cussing even when they are not. She is really nice to teacher's pets (Yes, I am one). And really mean to... anyone else. She is going to retire at the end of the year. So far we have studied:
1. How to make people's legs ache and make them breath as if they just ran a mile (Oh wait. We did)
2. How much it hurts to get trampled by people playing football (i have not experienced this yet)
3. How to play "lazy soccer" (A game involving a 1 ball, 2 goals, and a whole bunch of stationary, unenergetic students)
4. What a girl does when confronted by a flying badminton birdie. (Of course the obvious solution to this problem is to scream and cover your head)
5. How great a team of volleyball players would be selected from our class (really awesome I can tell you. if the goal is to hit yourself in the face)
6. How much a doge ball can hurt (the only sport in the world where you throw balls intended to do dammage)
-Mrs. Mangahis aka. Mrs. Mango: Honors American lit.- Really awesome person, however, really awful class. We do the something every day. And if I've learned anything in that class, it's that American Literature is just not as good as the rest of the worlds. She really enjoys odd things such a peeps, and war-time-strategy games. So far we have studied:
1. The American Dream (Wow, some people can be so selfish! Just Kidding)
2. The Crucible/McCarthyism (Who knew all you had to do was claim witchery to get rid of the next door neighbors?)
3. The Scarlet Letter (The second worst book in existence beaten only by "101 ways to pop a zit while tying your shoe)
4. Romanticism (Some people actually have to EXPRESS themselves. HA!)
5. Huck Finn/Realism (Apparently Solomon wasn't so wise.)
-Mrs. Flemming: Bel Cantos Advanced Choir - First of all, we WISH we were advanced. At best, we are average. This says a lot for regular choir. (No offense to anyone in regular choir). Mrs. Flemming is the most kindest, and most unorganized person ever created. She is a really great choir director, but commands no respect from the students. So far we have studied:
1. Hiney Mah Tov (Apparently its OK to force Jewish culture on us)
2. Loch Lomond (The BEST song ever written beaten only by Handel's "Hallelujah Chorus" and "Amazing Grace"
3. Here we come a caroling (The song in which almost EVERYONE fakes their part)
4. I'm gonna end the list here because it is too extensive
- Mr. Resse: Pre-Calculus - A REALLY great teacher. I learn so much in that class. So far we have studied:
1. A review of Algebra 2 (Super difficult if you learned Algebra from Mr. Deets.)
2. Logarithms (as if exponents weren't tricky enough)
3. Special triangles (designed to make your life easier, but really just give you something else to memorize)
4. Some Old Hippy Caught Another Hippy Trippin' On Acid (SOH CAH TOA)
5. Please Excuse My Detention After School
6. All Students Take Crack (Referring to the quadrants in which sine cosine and tangent are positive)
So yeah, I know this is a long post. I hope you enjoyed reading it. I tried to make it as funny as possible. You may not understand ANY of the references.
-Joshua Read
- Mrs. Wilson: Regular Chemistry - This is the class where I don't actually do anything. It is really slow moving because she gets off topic and talks about her sons, girl scout cookies, drinking, and A LOT about politics. Normally I might question whether or not it is appropriate for a teacher to discuss their political views with the class, but I would rather listen to her ramble on about that than chemistry. To put it plainly; I learn more about life and practical lessons in that class than any other class. So even if I don't lean very much chemistry, at least I can take something practical away from that class. So far we have studied:
1. Why home ec. was a waste of time for Mrs. Wilson (She knew more than the teacher)
2. How many girl scout cookies (thin mints) Mrs. Wilson can consume in one week (the record is 3 boxes)
3. Why you should never drive Nico Lam and a bunch of drunk girls home from a party (for obvious reasons)
4. Why the use of test tube holders is impractical when carrying a test tube.
5. Which brand of "sweet hearts" candy is the best
- Mrs. Swikard: Honors U.S. History - Mrs. Swikard is one of the greatest teachers EVER. I have learned so much about history in that class, and she has gotten me to love history again. (I stopped loving it about halfway through last year when I was enrolled in A.P world history). She is really nice and a hard grader, but I have an "A" so HA. So far we have studied:
1. The difference between the Chesapeake bay colony and the New England Colony (Who knew people might actually want religious freedom?)
2. The period of Salutary Neglect (You would think Britain would tax the crap out of them)
3. The 7 years war (Britain's way of saying that America has to fight their battles)
4. The Revolutionary War (The reason we celebrate independence day, not appendix day)
5. Hamilton and Jefferson during the Washington Presidency (Who knew debt could be a good thing?)
6. Jacksonian Democracy (Why was he never impeached?)
7. The Civil War (An oxymoron, NOT an oxymormon)
8. Reconstruction (Why were people debating the meaning of the Civil war AFTER it happened?)
9. The Gilded Age (You know something is wrong when the government begins to beg for money... oh wait.)
10. The Progressive era (child labor laws? Who needs em?)
11. Imperialism (Aloha)
-Mrs. Garret: P.E. - Hilarious. Considers everyone stupid, and always thinks people are cussing even when they are not. She is really nice to teacher's pets (Yes, I am one). And really mean to... anyone else. She is going to retire at the end of the year. So far we have studied:
1. How to make people's legs ache and make them breath as if they just ran a mile (Oh wait. We did)
2. How much it hurts to get trampled by people playing football (i have not experienced this yet)
3. How to play "lazy soccer" (A game involving a 1 ball, 2 goals, and a whole bunch of stationary, unenergetic students)
4. What a girl does when confronted by a flying badminton birdie. (Of course the obvious solution to this problem is to scream and cover your head)
5. How great a team of volleyball players would be selected from our class (really awesome I can tell you. if the goal is to hit yourself in the face)
6. How much a doge ball can hurt (the only sport in the world where you throw balls intended to do dammage)
-Mrs. Mangahis aka. Mrs. Mango: Honors American lit.- Really awesome person, however, really awful class. We do the something every day. And if I've learned anything in that class, it's that American Literature is just not as good as the rest of the worlds. She really enjoys odd things such a peeps, and war-time-strategy games. So far we have studied:
1. The American Dream (Wow, some people can be so selfish! Just Kidding)
2. The Crucible/McCarthyism (Who knew all you had to do was claim witchery to get rid of the next door neighbors?)
3. The Scarlet Letter (The second worst book in existence beaten only by "101 ways to pop a zit while tying your shoe)
4. Romanticism (Some people actually have to EXPRESS themselves. HA!)
5. Huck Finn/Realism (Apparently Solomon wasn't so wise.)
-Mrs. Flemming: Bel Cantos Advanced Choir - First of all, we WISH we were advanced. At best, we are average. This says a lot for regular choir. (No offense to anyone in regular choir). Mrs. Flemming is the most kindest, and most unorganized person ever created. She is a really great choir director, but commands no respect from the students. So far we have studied:
1. Hiney Mah Tov (Apparently its OK to force Jewish culture on us)
2. Loch Lomond (The BEST song ever written beaten only by Handel's "Hallelujah Chorus" and "Amazing Grace"
3. Here we come a caroling (The song in which almost EVERYONE fakes their part)
4. I'm gonna end the list here because it is too extensive
- Mr. Resse: Pre-Calculus - A REALLY great teacher. I learn so much in that class. So far we have studied:
1. A review of Algebra 2 (Super difficult if you learned Algebra from Mr. Deets.)
2. Logarithms (as if exponents weren't tricky enough)
3. Special triangles (designed to make your life easier, but really just give you something else to memorize)
4. Some Old Hippy Caught Another Hippy Trippin' On Acid (SOH CAH TOA)
5. Please Excuse My Detention After School
6. All Students Take Crack (Referring to the quadrants in which sine cosine and tangent are positive)
So yeah, I know this is a long post. I hope you enjoyed reading it. I tried to make it as funny as possible. You may not understand ANY of the references.
-Joshua Read
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Night time Adventure
Every night someone in our house gets to sleep with our dog Maggie. Last night was my turn and in the middle of the night I woke up and found her whining at the door. I figured she might have to go to the bathroom, so I took her through the back door of the laundry room (which is connected to my room) and walked out with her, closing the door behind me. When Maggie finished "doing her thing", I went to go back inside. I put my hand on the doorknob *(pause for suspense) and discovered the door was locked.
I have always been sure to make sure the dead-bolt but not the doorknob lock was fastened, but then I remembered that it had been Ben who locked that door before bed. I was locked out. I walked around the boat parked in the driveway to the front door, praying that someone had forgotten to lock it before bed. No luck. I went around to the back to try and get in the back door. Still no luck. I finally resolved to knock on Ben's window to wake him up, but when I got there I noticed that the screen was missing from the window. Knowing that it was probably locked I mustered up all the luck left inside of me and slid the window open. SUCCESS!! I climbed through the window making a lot of noise but Ben just went on sleeping. I went back around to let Maggie in the front door and we both went back to bed grateful that we weren't going to spend the night on the front porch.
I have always been sure to make sure the dead-bolt but not the doorknob lock was fastened, but then I remembered that it had been Ben who locked that door before bed. I was locked out. I walked around the boat parked in the driveway to the front door, praying that someone had forgotten to lock it before bed. No luck. I went around to the back to try and get in the back door. Still no luck. I finally resolved to knock on Ben's window to wake him up, but when I got there I noticed that the screen was missing from the window. Knowing that it was probably locked I mustered up all the luck left inside of me and slid the window open. SUCCESS!! I climbed through the window making a lot of noise but Ben just went on sleeping. I went back around to let Maggie in the front door and we both went back to bed grateful that we weren't going to spend the night on the front porch.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Regressive Dinner
Tonight for mutual we had a "regressive dinner". Basically it's a progressive dinner (a dinner in which you travel from house to house eating a different course at each one) but backwards; making root beer floats first and h'orderves last. It was all put together by my wonderful aunt (young woman's president) Vansesa Read. We started out all going for root beer floats and then we went to the Teemsmas for lasagna. We then headed over to Vanesa's house for salad and finally back to the church for the h'ordervers. Throughout the whole experience we chatted with one another and got to know people better. To help "break the ice" Vanesa had a bunch of slips with questions on them. My slip said (you will only think this is funny if you really know me), "If you had to clean a house which job would you like to do most." I pretty much love to clean ANYTHING (except the bathroom and kitchen floor) so this was a toughy for me. So we had a really good time with lots of good food and good company. Thanks to everyone who put it on!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Blogging
So, yes. I'm blogging. I'm not sure how well this will work because I'm not a very good writer, and I will probably forget about it and never come back. I can't promises you will enjoy reading what I write, but if you love me at all you'll keep up with it anyways.
- Josh
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