Well, I a now finished my 3 season House marathon. I am only stopping because I am unable to get a hold of season 4 anywhere online.

I am exhuasted.

But i wanted to say something about that show - House. I think I may have touched on this yesterday. And im exhausted, so i wont talk long.

But i was talking about how I like to believe characters are real, which is why i get tangled up in their stories and suffer with them through hard times.

Im too tired. I'll talk about this tomorrow morning.

Ciao

I wasn't emotionally prepared for what House what do to me and put me through. I didnt know that I would go from states of euphoria to states of depression and even lower. No one told me. No one warned me. I was unprepared.

I started watching House the Friday before I left Bryn Athyn to come home. I liked the first episode. The story was cool, the medical jargon was above me, but I could follow it. But more than the story, the case, and the medical jargon, I liked the characters. These characters were three-dimensional. I almost felt like I was watching a reality TV show, that's how real they were.

That is the reason I have watched episode after episode after episode of this TV show. Not because I am bored, but because I care. I care about the characters, their lives, and where they are headed.

Recently, that love of the characters got me into emotional peril. For about nine/ten episodes in season three, I was on a downhill path as things were getting worse for a few characters. I couldnt take it. I had to take a nap earlier today because I couldnt handle how upset it was making me. When I woke up, I started right where I left off.

Even though I was getting emotional and becoming very sad, I had to continue with the show, because I had to know where their lives were going.

I went down to the kitchen to get something to eat, and something hit me, hard. It was this:

I once wanted to write a book/play/movie that would get people so involved and entwined in the characters' lives and the story that they couldnt look away. They had to know what was going to happen, and they all wanted it to be a happy ending. My goal was to write that kind of story, give them false hope, and then leave them unsatisfied at the end. "Will the handsome prince save the widow and her 5 children from the burning building? No! He wont." That's the kind of story that I once wanted to write. But now I realize that you  can not leave people emotionally incomplete like that. People need a resolution. I realize that life does not always offer a satisfactory conclusion, but we aren't life. When we have the ability to make things right, we should always take it.

Sure we can torture our audience, we can make them sad, angry, happy. We can make them cry and laugh, we can make them suffer. But we must always make things right in one way or another. In Hocus Pocus, it would be nice if Binks could go back in time and make save his sister Emily, but he cant. We are offered, however, a satisfactory ending. One that ties all of the knots

House did things to me over the last 24 hours that i wasnt ready for. I didnt expect my heart to ache, and my tear ducts to fill and my nose to run. I didnt expect to want to die because the pain of the characters was so strong for me. I didnt expect any of these things. I was unprepared.

And I'm glad.

So. Today was a good day. Let's see what I did. But first, lets check my list from yesterday.

1. Go to the Block party Check
2. Visit Tim in the Nut Shop Check
3. Get some delicious candies from the Nut Shop Check
4. Possibly see some friends at the Block Party Check
5. Study things (?)
6. HALO
7. Watch my Netflix movie again

Today was another day for relaxing. I woke up this morning very early, I finished telling my story, and then I went back to bed. I woke up at 1:11, and got ready for the block party.

At the block party, I saw many people and did many things. Here are the people I saw.

Stasia, Tyler Glenn, Mrs. Webb, Kyle Parham, Stage Left Girl, Harry Webb, Clive Webb, Bruce, Shrade Brigade, Christian, Chino, Andrew, Tonto, Richard, Cameron Bergman, Tim Putnam, Dave Ralph, Steve Lacy, Chris C., Kevin, Maureen, Marcus Henry, Dwane, Ed, PJ, Amanda, and many other people from Karate, and others.

It was cool to see them.

I wandered around for a bit with Stasia and Andrew. And then I stopped by the nut shoppe and bought some of my guilty pleasures. I love them, these tasty candies. After then, I wandered over to Anastasia's house where her family was having a Barbeque. Turns out it was a family gathering/birthday party/going away party. I enjoyed myself.

People there asked where I was going to school, and what I was studying. And, as usual, this question gets us into an in depth religious conversation. I love it, personally, and the people I talk to about it are always curious. So I guess I don't bore them.

Maybe I'll dedicate this posting to my brief explaination of the religion. Yes, that's what I'll do. This is my brief explaination of the religion to somone who was wondering about the religion.


It's a Christian religion. We believe the Lord's second coming was marked by the theological writings of Emanuel Swedenborg.

Swedenborg is to us, as Wesley is to the Methodists.

Swedenborg, in his lifetime (1688-1772), wrote 30some works that explain everything from how God created everything - heaven, earth, hell, to what the afterlife is like.

He was divinely inspired by the Lord to write these things. He was allowed to experience heaven and hell, he was able to speak with angels and hellish spirits.

Swedenborg was a brilliant man, he wasn't a whack-job. He developed the worlds first flying machine - even before the Wright brothers. He helped develop the mining industry with new technology, if i'm not mistaken, he even developed plans for the first machine gun. So he wasn't a nobody who randomly wrote things. He was somebody, a very wealthy man from his commisions to make things - and he gave all of it up to serve a higher purpose - the Lord.

I believe strongly in the writings of Emanuel Swedenborg, which are taught in conjunction with the Bible to teach about life, love, the Lord, and everything else.

So, It is confirmed! I'm getting better! Let me continue my story from last night.

So, we got the dog. We named him Little-Bit. I loved that dog. For a long time, he was so tiny that we all kept stepping on him. It's not like he would sit down, and we giants were too tall to even notice. No. He's a terrier, and being a terrier is synonymous with being high strung and energetic. So he was always running around. Hopping around. So we'd step on him because he, pretty much, put himself under our feet. Well, one day, my mother went into the attic to retrieve the box of Christmas ornaments. She got a tiny bell out of the box, and attached it to his collar. After he started wearing the bell, we stepped on him less and less. But here's what I wonder: did we step on him less and less because we were more aware of his being there, or because he was so used to being stepped on that he now was more cautious...

Anyway. Whatever the reason, he no longer got stepped on.

So, Little-Bit, the Rat Terrier. For a couple years he was good, that is, until my mother met my stepfather. That's when Little-Bit started to turn nasty. He would nip at people a lot more, and on occasion, he would bite. But his biting happened only through the blankets when he didnt know who was nudging him. But that dog always had something to him. That something is spite.

One summer, I went away for a week to a summer camp. It was a miserable experience, but that's a story for another time. On the first day when I left, Little-Bit peed on my bed. He knew I had gone away. He was angry.

You know, dogs tend to know things. They can sense different things in behavior and in general, are just aware. My favorite fact about dogs is that some of them can differentiate between people's footsteps from across the street, or how some recognize the sound of your car door closing. They pick up on things, and it's fascinating.

But yes, my dog was spiteful. We think when my stepdad moved in, Little-bit felt as though his territory was being trodden upon. He was no longer the Alpha male. He was obsolete. He was just a subject in the kingdom as opposed to king of the castle. That's quite the demotion, and I'd be pissed too.

But, we continued to exist together. Me and Little-Bit, Little-Bit and me. I loved that dog. But he was not the same as he once was. He was meaner, angrier. He bit more too. So, the following events did not help him at all.

When I was in 7th grade, my mother's friend's dog had puppies. Her name was Lisa (the dog). Beautiful dog - I wish we could have taken her. Well, we went to see the new puppies. They were adorable! Soo much fun. We wanted one. And so we got one. Lila came home with us one day, and Little-Bit's status took another blow. This didn't happen immediately, though. At first she was just a tiny ball of fluff. But soon she started attacking Little-Bit. She wanted to be where he once had been: Supreme Emperor of Block 109, Lot 16, and my stepdad was willing to hand over his crown. Andy loved Lila, still does. We all do, how could we not? She is our princess.

So, Little-Bit's manhood took another assault. And this time it wasn't just the addition of a female president. No, he lost his manhood. We had him neutered. I wonder what that did to his already damaged ego....

The next year, my mother wanted a beagle puppy. I don't know why. We already had two dogs, what could we possibly do with one more? Well, she went and got another dog. Lucy. She is a beagle who came from a Dairy Farm. She was a silly little puppy. I loved her. She was my new favorite...She would sleep in my room, and Little-Bit would sleep in his crate. CRATE CRATE CRATE CRATE CRATE That is the dreaded word in this house. At least today it is. Around then, all of the dogs were put in their crate when unattended at nighttime.

This must have hit Little-Bit very hard. I mean, he had always slept in my room, now some tramp has taken his place. What can I say, Lucy was prettier.

It was for more than this reason, however, that I ceased to have Little-Bit in my room. I started to develop an allergy to him. It got worse as time went on, but he would drive me to tears (and when I say tears, I mean allergy-eyes). So - I just couldn't have him in there anymore.

Around now the spite I talked about before kicked in. He started pissing all over the house. It was bad. So we had to crate him even during the day when we werent home. He didnt like that I'm sure, but he brought it on himself.

So, we existed for....2 years this time, before my mother wanted another dog. Yes! She was out of control, I understand. Like Cruella DeVille - "Puppies Puppies Puppies." And to think, she didn't even want the first one.

So yes, we got another dog. A beagle this time. Purebred, which was a mistake. They have issues from so much inbreeding. Basil was no exception. He would relieve himself in his crate - every day. And the worst part about that is, sometimes he would eat it, or lap it up. So i'd have to give him a bath every day after school. I hated it. But he was a fun loving puppy. Who knows what this did to Little-Bit. I think by now, he just sort of gave up - assumed that he would never win, everyone is out to get him, he'd never be the same, the walls were falling down around him.... But then Basil died! Little-Bit was on his way to the top again!

See, around now, be started to become the evil villain who lived in our house. I no longer dealt with him because he started my allergies, bit me, and peed everywhere. I actually started to dislike him. I would give him a bath, and he would be difficult. He'd fight me, and scratch me. I h-hated him. (the stutter added effect) I'll tell the following just to demonstrate some of our hatred of him. My dad, about a year after 9/11, started to call him Osama-Bit. Little-Bit had become the arch nemesis of the United States of America....

Well, about two years passed during which all we did was feed him, bathe him, and walk him. We kept him alive, but payed him little attention. "He earned it," I tell myself, possibly out of guilt. I hated him. Was just disgusted by him.

He didn't deserve the treatment I gave him.

After this period of hating him, we started to treat him a little better. During nice weather we would tie him up outside. He loved this! He had some sort of territory again. It was just his. He would stay out during the daylight ours, and just enjoy the sun and weather. It was brilliant. And soon, on days when the weather was not nice, and during the winter, he would sometimes sleep in his little bed in the kitchen. He was getting better and better treatment as time went on.

Now, whenever he's not outside, he's in the kitchen, enjoying his bed. He's enjoying life again, undisturbed.

He's turning 12 (84 in dog years) this year.

Last night, I was in my kitchen, Little-Bit's annex territory, and I was filling my glass at the water cooler. I looked down at Little-Bit and I thought of all of the years of borderline-neglect that I subjected him to. And I stopped filling my glass, and sat on the floor and pet him. He was happy to have me back. We were friends again. I got up and washed my hands to prevent rubbing my eyes with dog on my hands. And then I finished filling my glass. It was at this point that I was overwhelmed by the picture-perfectness of the moment, and took him upstairs to my room. I brought his bed, and put him next to my desk. And then I took some allergy meds.

When it was time to go to bed, i called him over, and he slept under my blankets, for who knows how long. Because when I woke up, he was back in his bed. I got up, and took him back down to the kitchen. He was glad to be back in his domain.

Now, Here is the best part of this. Besides the fact that Little-Bit and I made amends. When I woke up, I could breath. I was having a few allergy problems, but given my asthma over the past week, I should not have been able to breathe when I woke up, because of my allergies giving me trouble. But I could breathe! I'm getting better! Which is good, because the Block Party is today.

Now, I dont think Little-Bit and I will be interacting again. It was sort-of a completion encounter. I don't think I can handle the things that he does to my allergies. He makes me uncomfortable for hours. But it's nice to know that we're friendly again. I don't think he was every unfriendly with me actually.

Anyway. I just wanted to share that with you. Another story from my life.

It's early morning, and I've just started another episode of House. Afterward, I am going to go back to bed.

What do I have to do today?
Well, given my lack of productivity yesterday, and the block party today - in conjunction with my newfound health, I won't try to do too much today.

1. Go to the Block party
2. Visit Tim in the Nut Shop
3. Get some delicious candies from the Nut Shop
4. Possibly see some friends at the Block Party
5. Study things (?)
6. HALO
7. Watch my Netflix movie again

Ciao!

This morning, when I woke up, I couldnt breathe. It was sad. I thought that today would be different. I thought I might be getting better.

Well, I am, and mornings are not unexpected times to be feeling like crap.

So, what did I do today?

Lets look at my list from yesterday, shall we?

1. Call and possibly visit my uncle and grandmother
2. Watch House Check
3. Play HALO Check
4. Work on Declensions
5. Read a little more of DLW Check
6. Take a nap

So, of my list of things to do, I did very little. Well, i got  half done, but hell, I couldnt even take a nap to push me beyond the midway point.

Today was pretty much dedicated to watching House. I watched many episodes. It was great. I really like house, and then at other times I dislike him. But he's a great guy.

I'm too tired to talk about it.

I do want to tell a story though. Im tired, so I might end with a "to be continued."

In third grade, my mother made the mistake of taking me to a pet shop. It was the Puppy Playpen. It used to be over by Chuck E Cheese. Now there is a women's weight loss center in its place. We went in and looked at the puppies, and I liked this one tiny black and white one. I cried and cried until my mother said we could get him. (shit I'm tired) .... To Be Continued

Bed

Ciao

(and by bed, I mean, a round or two of HALO until I pass out.)

Again I say Ciao

So, I'm still battling the asthma. I think I'm getting better. It's taking a long time though. I'm nebulizing right now actually.

So. What did I do today?

Well, first, let's look at the list I made last night.

1. Watch the movie that I should be in from Netflix.  Check
2. Play HALO Check
3. Clean up my computer Check
4. Watch House
5. Read some of DLW Check
6. Finish chapter one of Learn To Read Latin Check
7. Call my grandmother
8. Call my uncle
9. Take a nap Check

This morning, my dad woke me up because my mother was going to go out and do things and my dad had to go work. So I had to watch Ethan. It wasn't anything too exciting. He was very bad. I was going to play the new Sonic the Hedgehog game, but I ended up working on Latin for a while. I finished up chapter 1. I made the quiz that I will be taking early next week. And then I took a break. I came to my room and downloaded some virus software and cleaned up my computer. Now it is running faster than before, and I believe my AIM no longer has a virus. - No more Meebo for me.

I feel kinda bad though. Today, I forgot that it was career day at the HS, and I told my aunt that I would be there. But I forgot. With the whole being sick thing, and the not keeping track of the date or day of the week thing, and the watching Ethan thing....it just got lost . But she said it went well. So that is a good thing. I won't forget next year.

While my virus software was doing its thing, I started to read DLW and take notes on it as I read. I was telling JKeal earlier that one of my favorite things about the Writings is how conistant they are. I didnt read too much though, because I ended up nodding off in my chair. And then I had to call my aunt and ask if she still has my book, which she does.

But then I got back to reading, and read a little more. Then I went downstairs to get some dinner. I had a cheeseburger and some noodle things with broccoli in them. It was good.

I didn't watch House today, miraculously. But I did watch a very qualitiy film. It is called "The Dinner Game." It was great! I want to take it and do it on stage. It wouldnt be too hard, the whole thing takes place in one room just about. I think it would be well worth attempting to render it for stage, that is, if it hasnt already been, or wasnt originally meant for stage. It is a silly film and one that I think would be soo much fun to direct, or perform.

Lately I've been missing my girlfriend, Meghan. I know, it's been a week. People go longer without seeing spouses of many years - I shouldnt be feeling this way about a girlfriend of less than a month. But I do. I will see her next week though. And that will be delightful. (I would insert a smiley face here, but they don't seem to exist on LiveJournal. So just use your imagination)

I suppose I want to talk about myself a little. And by "a little," I mean, "a little more."

I went to Woodbury High School. I rarely did well in classes, mainly because I was lazy and uninterested. I loved social life at school, for the most part. Some people I didn't like, but I got along well with most everyone. Even some of the more 'hardcore' people. I remember one, I got to be cool with him by meeting his mother at Rite Aid. Now, this is a guy I've known since kindergarten, but we never were friends. We just knew eachother. I was intimidated by him. He played football and whatnot, and was known for not givining a fuck. (though I have heard that he fucked alot) He never did me any wrong. But he never did me any right either. So I avoided him. But one day, in Rite Aid, I met his mother. And I talk a lot, and people generally like me, and she was no exception. She mentioned our meeting to her son and he came up to me the next day and told me that his mother liked me. And from that day on, we acknowledged eachother's existence.

That was my random story for the night.

I think I will go watch an episode of House, and then play some HALO. Then I will work on some Latin Vocabulary. Screw the declensions.

Things to do tomorrow.
1. Call and possibly visit my uncle and grandmother
2. Watch House
3. Play HALO
4. Work on Declensions
5. Read a little more of DLW
6. Take a nap

Looks like tomorrow will be productive.

Ciao

So, As you know, I have been battling my asthma for the last 5 days.  It seems to be getting better now, which makes me very happy.

So, what did I do today?

I woke up at about 9ish, and was unable to breathe. So, I crawled over to my computer, where I keep my nebulizer, and I took a neb treatment. Lately, I've been using it at least 9 times a day. I should only be using it 3. But, It keeps me breathing, so why stop?

While I sat breathing in medicine, I paid for the headset for the XBox that I won on ebay this morning. It should be here soon. I cant wait. In a few days, Trashtalking will be my new hobby.

And speaking of trash, I had to take some out this morning. More than some, however. We filled up the sidewalk in front of our property. That is the result of a weeks worth of cleaning. (I only participated in one day 's worth of it because I was away at school.

I had to watch Ethan a little while after the trash. We watched Jetsons, Flintstones, and Scooby Doo. And then we watched half of an episode of Jimmy Neutron. We only watched half because it was a great episode. Let me explain. Jimmy and Cindy were stranded on an island, and they finally acknowleged their love for eachother. It was great. Perfect! And then, some friends were coming to wreck the party. I decided that that was the perfect place to stop. - So, as far as I am concerned, they are happily married and have a nice home in paradise.

Speaking of television shows. I am watching House a lot lately. I am on season 2 now. It's a problem. I'm juts going right through the episodes. If I keep at this pace, there will be no more episodes for me to watch. And then what will I do with my time? Besides HALO and all of the other things that I could be doing. I'm not watching house because I have an interest in medicine. I am not too particularly fond of seeing some of the gruesome things that they sometimes show. But I am fascinated by the characters, and where their lives are heading. I mean, Allison or Lisa? With whom will House end up? I like the idea of House and Cuddy. I have lost my favor of Dr. Cameron, she's gotten to be a bit of a bitch this season. Not her fault: It's the way she was written. But I just don't like her as much as I once did. I'm also not a fan of House's former woman. Well, I wasnt until this last episode with the guy who fell off the roof. She said some good things in this episode that makes me like her more. I thought she was a royal bitch. But she isnt. She's alright in my book. (Wow. Dr. Cameron is an idiot. I just noticed. Season 2, Episode 4. Check it out)

Some other things I did today were, I went to Rite Aid, got some notebooks. And when I got back, I started studying for Latin. I did that for about four hours. I'm still not finished chapter one. So, I'll let you in on my plan for Latin. I have three text books, and I intend on working through all of them simultaneously, and finishing them by the summer's end. It sounds crazy, I know. But I have three reasons for doing it
1. I'm bored
2. Scott Frazier challenged me, essentially
3. I'll get a head start on the language next year so my courseload won't be so heavy, and I wont be as much of a hermit as I would be otherwise.

I also played HALO for a little while. I was doing pretty poorly today. I quit three games, it was a problem. I hate - HATE the Battle Rifle. It makes me sooo angry. I also hate the sniper rifle. Give me an SMG and I'll be fine. But don't make me use those ...precision instruments. They make me weep. Don't hand me a scalpel to cut up my steak.

Tomorrow, I have a few things to do.
1. Watch the movie that I should be in from Netflix.
2. Play HALO
3. Clean up my computer
4. Watch House
5. Read some of DLW
6. Finsh chapter one of Learn To Read Latin
7. Call my grandmother
8. Call my uncle
9. Take a nap

Not in that order, but tomorrow is pretty laid back, I think. Most of the day spent sitting on my ass. Maybe I'll make it to the Nut Shop so I can get some of those tasty candies.

Well. I'm off to bed. (I'm a liar. I'm going to finish this episode of House, and then play some HALO)

Ciao

I am exhausted, so I must be brief to avoid falling asleep at the keyboard.

I have so many things to do this summer. Here is the list.

Research Project for Rev. Dibb
Reread DLW
Reread HH
Reread NJHD
Start reading the Latin Textbook
Start writing my autobiography
Start writing my plans for post theological school
Work on Social Center Renting
Reread and learn the StuGo bylaws

And on top of all of that, I started a LiveJournal.

It's going to be a good summer.

I just potted a really cool tree. It was growing in the middle of the lawn, and I potted it so that I could have it. I really like it. It's a Japanese Maple. His name is Kiyoshi. It means 'The Quite One'.  I suppose he will be quite.

Well, it is time for me to go to bed. And by bed I mean HALO.

CIao