Got my new phone today. The world will end soon.

This iPhone is great other than the fact that you have to buy an application in order to send pictures. Aside from that, the typing pad isn't too difficult to use once you get the hang of it. But yeah, I'm overall very happy with the phone. It's a lot of fun.

Ps Debbie- iPhone's tetris is crizzazzy fo'shizzle.

I really...

want to go back to Florida.



Getting my new phone will be lovely, too.

From the wonderful mind of Douglas Adams

The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question "How can we eat?" the second by the question "Why do we eat?" and the third by the question "Where shall we have lunch?"



If you have yet to read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, I definitely recommend that you head to the nearest building of books to get our hands/paws/tentacles on the book. It's definitely worth the read.

Gerard's taken his Tranny search all the way to Florida....

'Nuff said.

Home Again

I come home to my dog peeing on the floor and a conversation about putting him to sleep. Pongo, my 13 (almost 14)-year-old Doberman, has tumors all over his body, and he just has this sick look about him--Despite his happy face. This conversation sparked many emotions for me. I know that Pongo is in a lot of pain and his kidneys are about done in and it makes me feel relieved that he might get put out of his pain. At the same time, this is the dog that I grew up with. He's practically my little brother from a different species and the idea of him not being around practically terrifies me.

I have a feeling that, for the next while, Pongo will be the topic of most of our conversations, including the one I'm having with my father as I type this out.

Baylee Jayde says hi, by the way.

Leavin' on a Jet Plane

There's some sort of excitement wwhen the day comes to board a plane and fly over fields, moutains, towns, cities...Yet, there's always a sense of mystery when you look down from the window and wonder what state you're flying over or when you look out to the aisle of the plane and wonder when the flight attendant plans on bringing you a diet coke and over-salted peanuts. Can't they tell you're starving?

Most people that I talk to think of flying as a hassle--Something they only do because it's a faster means of travelling. I find it fun and exciting. What's more fun and hurtling through the air at 550 miles per hour, 20,000 miles above the earth in a metal tube with a load of compressed air, tons of luggage, and rows upon rows of people?

I love to sit in airports and watch people, making stories in my mind about where they're going, what they're doing, and what their home lives are like. Do they travel a lot for business? Maybe they're just going on vacation with their family. Perhaps someone is filled with excitement about reuniting with their lover or family that they hadn't seen for quite some time.

People may hate flying, but it opens up so many new opportunities. Just think--A trail that used to take months (maybe even years) to travel, filled with lack of food and electricity can now be travelled in the space of a few hours with free peanuts and beverages (not to mention the view)!

Yeah...Flying is great.

Gulp

I told Debbie (see my last post) about a story I wrote not long ago so I thought that I'd post it on here. It's not a comedic story, just a warning, but it's meant to portray the fact that music can be a healing aspect in the lives of many people.

Gulp

The smoky, almost empty pub, it was quiet--dead silent, in fact, as the lonely widows and heartbroken men were seated all around, smoking and drinking their pain and sorrows away. The only sounds that could be heard were the muttered orders to the barman and the clinking of a frosted mug being placed back on the table.

There was one man; his name was Frank, who sat in the corner near the bathroom with a cigarette hanging loosely from his pale, chapped lips. His heart was heavy with sorrow and loss, missing his wife dearly. He felt as though he was being tortured, heavy stones being placed on his chest one by one until his bones would crumble under pressure.

Gulp.

Gerald had chronic migraines that just never went away, leaving his stomach churning and his eyes losing focus. His skin was pale with sickness and black spots appeared in front of his eyes whenever he made any sudden movements, added with the loss of another patient at work months before—his mistake. He just didn’t see the tumor hiding in the man's brain…And now Gerald has a tumor of his own, pressing against his skull. He was terminal.

Gulp.

Michael, Gerald’s brother, sat across from the older man and sighed, using his only arm to take a swig of the deep red drink that tasted of vomit, with a hint of cranberries. Michael didn’t care. He had just gotten his arm amputated after a car accident…His dreams were shattered to pieces, and he saw no reason to live anymore, especially with his brother dying slowly and painfully right in front of his eyes.

Gulp.

Robert sat at the bar, continuously ordering shot after shot of whiskey, throwing them back like a pro. His overgrown blonde hair shielded his eyes from the other occupants of the bar. He wanted to just forget the memory of her perfect smile, the laugh lines and hugs that calmed him since he was a child. The bedtime stories he suddenly wished he hadn’t fallen asleep during. He wished he could go back in time and realize that his mother was mortal.

Gulp.

Ray studied the scene around him while sipping his tonic and gin. Every face held a deep frown, every pair of eyes were filled with pain. Ray could feel the loneliness and hurt in the room, and when the silence became too much for him to bear, he stood, jumping when the joints in his knees cracked. Two of the other men in the room turned to look at him. Ray ignored with curious gazes, as his eyes were fierce and determined as he walked up to the dusty, practically unused piano, shoved unceremoniously into the corner of the bar. The bartender looked up in confusion as he wiped off the empty mug that had previously been in the hands of Frank.

Ray flinched at the unpleasant creaking of the piano cover as he opened it and ran his hand lightly over the keys, managing to get some of the dust and gunk off of them. He sat down on the rickety stool and ran his hands across the keys, creating a melody that seemed to change the entire feel within the pub. It was soft and slow, yet hopeful and beautiful.

Frank stood and walked towards the piano, almost hypnotized by the music flowing from the old, misused instrument, and he began to dance.

Gerald opened his bloodshot eyes and turned them from the drink in his hands to the music.

Michael watched with a simple curiosity and began to tap his foot to the beat of the beautiful song.

Robert swiveled on his chair and looked to where a drunken tattooed man was slow dancing with himself to the music, pretending his wife was in his arms once again.

Everyone seemed spellbound by the healing music being created in front of their eyes and ears. They all gathered around the instrument and felt their troubles and pain disperse more effectively than any amount of alcohol or drugs, through the healing power of music.

…and they danced…

Alright, here we go again.

This is my third time re-starting this blog. I seem to always forget that I have a blog, and by time I remember that I have one, I would have changed so much that my old posts don't reflect me or anything going on in my life at all.



People always say that third time's a charm, right?



I've spent a great six days in the lovely Ft. Myers/Naples, FL. I spent some time with some good friends, Debbie and Wane and we did all sorts of things. Everything ranging from Algebra homework to beating the Sharks in basketball--Debbie and I could totally go pro if we wanted to. (Haha, as if.)


We spent a lot of time at the bookstore, which was completely and totally fine by me. I wish there was a bookstore close to my house, because I would definitely adopt their habits.



They were both way too good to me. They bought all of my food, drinks, coffee... and Wane cooked this delicious lemon chicken. Just thinking about it has me salivating. I had an absolutely amazing time with them, despite being a bad influence on Debbie. (Between Facebook and Tetris, she'll never sleep!)


Now Wane, fo'rizzle, is pretty much the nicest guy I've ever met. I really didn't know guys that nice existed.



So, after a few days of aligators, starfish, sharks, bookstores, coffee, Facebook, YouTube, basketball, Tetris ("That was NOT what I meant to do, at ALL!" -Debbie), shells, and laughter, I was summoned by my lovely father to my aunt's house--Just a short drive from Debbie and Wane's house.



It was nice to see some cousins that I haven't seen for a while and whatnot. However, my dad was bound determined that he was going swimming in my cousin, Laurie's pool, despite the chilly air outside. Of course, I was dumb enough to follow suit. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be, but hey--the pool was heated.



Yesterday evening we had a cookout type thing and my cousin, Tyler, and a couple of his friends took me to the community pool. I thought that pool was warm. The Florida boys thought differently. I was warm and content walking back to Laurie's house--The boys were shivering and complaining.



Then we get back to Laurie's house, along with their heated swimming pool. I jumped in thinking that it was like a hot tub while the Florida boys STILL thought it was freezing cold. Ridiculous, I say. They started doing all these 'manly' things, but instead made complete fools out of each other (and themselves).


So, that was...amusing. I beat one of the guys in a race and I think it put quite the damper on his pride. Whoops.


Today my aunt took my dad and I to the beach, which was a lot of fun. It was the perfect weather, too! We ate at a place called Pete's Time Out, which my dad thought was the greatest thing, despite the poor tasting food.


So in short, my vacation has been absolutely amazing thanks to great food, people, and weather.

(And I will definitely be back again.)