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Oh My Bubbles!

So the other day I had a little container of bubbles which I was blowing throughout the day.  I blew them at the elementary school track meet, in the halls, in some of my classes, and later that day at a high school track meet.  I noticed something really cool.

No matter who it was or what they were doing, anyone who saw the bubbles would immediately  exclaim, "Ooh! Bubbles!" and often times set to chasing them around and popping them.  It was so cool to watch someone's day instantly go from normal to whimsical.  It reminded me of the stuff on Wooster Collective that challenges our views and attitudes about the world around us.

It's just cool to make peoples' days more out-of-the-ordinary, more surreal, more spontaneous, more [fill in appropriate adjective here].

Green Eggs and AP Tests. And Toilets!

Chya!  I freaking rocked it up on the second essay question on the AP Literature test today!  Actually I felt good about the entire test.  Probably not a 5, but hopefully passing.  It feels good to have that over and done with.

Anyway, I'm proud to present to you the very first pictures on Me 'n' the Moon!  I had hoped I would have something more fitting for such a momentous occasion, but I don't.  I just wanted to show you a few things I've been up to lately.

This first one is a painting I did for my AP Literature class.  Every APES class before us has left a legacy behind.  This is ours.  The photo is of the unfinished work.  I later added a big, stamped "TRAGEDY" label because a few of us, particularly me and Eric, kept heckling Simmons about her definition of a tragedy.  We eventually became exasperated and shouted, "Heck! Everything is a tragedy then!  Even Green Eggs and Ham is a bloody tragedy!"

This is how I replied to Keilani Gleave.  She asked me to Last Chance Dance with a really cool doodled note which you will probably never get to see because I'm too lazy to figure out how the scanner works.  Anyways!  It was Evan's idea and of course we had to do it because it was freaking brilliant!  I mean, honestly, who on earth has an extra toilet lying around?  The best part about it was that Keilani's family couldn't really move it anywhere because they had nowhere to put it, so it sat on their porch for all the world to see for two days before I could come over and retrieve it. Ha!

I'm pretty excited for Last Chance though.  Keilani is a really cool girl.  Sometimes I worry about dates and whatnot though because I'm not a really talkative person.  I'm always worried that I'll be working really hard to keep a conversation going, y'know?  Ah well.

I'm reading Garth Nix's Lirael.  I really like easy reads.  They're a nice change from assigned works or thick, rich "works of literary merit".  Just a nice easy fantasy to pull me along and get lost in.  That's all I want right now.

Midnight Update

oh gaaawl!

My job is SO. BLOODY. BORING!

I literally keep a manual minute-by-minute countdown on a piece of paper until I get to leave.

Oh!  Check out Kimberly's Blog.  I'm sooo jealous!  Spain looks bloody amazing!  Is all of Europe that cool?

It's nice and all, having friends and family that get to travel and take cool pictures and tell you cool stories, but by darn! One of these days it's going to be my turn and I ain't coming home!

I Finished 'Cry, The Beloved Country' by Paton today.  Astounding book!  A powerful story and very different from typical African literature.  I highly recommend it to anyone as an enjoyable read.

i dunno....

Do you think you'll know when you're going to die?  Do you think you'll know at least on an unconscious level?  I remember when Neal passed away his mother said it was almost as if he knew.  He started coming home at lunchtime, just to spend time with his family.  He was exceptionally eager to help his mother out, just 'cause.  

I wonder why..

I wonder why..

he died...

It really seems so bloody unfair.  Why should a young guy like that have to go and die?  He's got so many things going for him.  He was about to leave on a mission.  He was about to go off to college.  He was about to find a wife.  He was about to start a family.  He was finally reaching the age that allowed him to have deeper relationship with his parents, his sisters, his grandparents, his aunts and uncles, his cousins.  He was only barely entered into manhood.

So why the hell should a young guy like that have to go and die?

What about that wife he never met?

What about those kids he'll never have?

Yeah, yeah.  Go ahead and give me warm-fuzzies.  Tell me, "He was called to serve a mission in Heaven" or, "He'll have those opportunities someday".

Go ahead and tell me, "We just don't understand the mysteries of God, Logan".

But you know what?

Sometimes I just don't bloody understand the mysteries of God!

i dunno...

it just seems sorta lame sometimes.

Guess what my brother taught me!

Do you know why seeds don't sprout until after the winter?  It's because the plant produces a certain hormone in seeds which inhibits plant processes (i.e. growth).  Now, this particular hormone is rendered inert only after a long cold period (i.e. winter).  If this didn't happen then seedlings would sprout in the fall and be killed by winter frosts.  And do you know how desert plants manage the whole process?  The same hormone is present in the seeds, but rather than being rendered inert by cold it gets washed out with water.  So seeds only sprout after a heavy rain, otherwise they'd shrivel and die.

God is genius.

P.S.  Don't complain that this post isn't good enough, at least I'm posting again!