First Storm of 2008!

Time to blog again. Hey guys. Well, I'm hard pressed to find a topic. I could ask you if you wanted to leave a suggestion, but that would take too long. So, there are a tons of things that I want to write about, but they are too short to make much of a blog post, and my thoughts aren't in order yet.

Anyway, I started this post couple of days ago, but once again, I didn't have time to complete it. But it worked out, because in the days that I haven't had time to complete it, I came up with a topic...so, it's all good.

Anyway, so, last night, my sister had a photo shot to do for Carlee. So I asked if I could tag along and carry the bag or something. It turned out, that I only was there for ummm, well, I didn't really do anything useful, but that is okay, because I managed to get some pictures of me, that I really like. (You have to understand that this is highly unusual.) So, I got pictures of me out of that, then after we were done with the pictures, we all headed back to our house to upload Carlee's and for me to relax..lol.

Then, the next time I looked out, was when Rach and Carlee were about to head to the store, and we all looked outside. WOW! Was it scary. The wind was crazy! And the clouds were blowing in so fast and it was going to be a thunder storm. The first one of the year too!

So, by the time 2130 rolled around, it was raining hard and blowing harder. And, to my surprise, there was even lighting and thunder. I was impressed. I absolutely love thunder storms. Lighting is the best, but if there is no thunder, then it is pointless, and there was a lil' bit of thunder...lol.

Carlee phoned her dad to ask about the weather (because her dad is in charge of emergency natural disasters and knows this type of thing) and he said that he had thought that this storm would hit dead on, but had varied to the NW and we caught the tail end of it, and he also said that there was another on about a hour behind and he wasn't sure if it would hit us or not. But I don't think it did.

Anyway, I really love thunder storms and would really consider moving to a place that got them. Because I know in Sask, we don't get really bad ones, and I want to see some purdy sights...hehe. But, I am willing to settle for extreme temperatures for now.

Anyway, to finish the story, when Carlee, Rachel, Gary and I were sitting by the window watching the storm, I thought of Vernon, BC, because Vernon had horrible storms that I heard about and experienced. Well, as this flashed through my head, I thought of a time that my sis had told me about two years ago when she was on her 6-week course. Then the phone rang. Carlee answered it, in a rather unique way, and the person on the other end didn't quite know what to do. So whatever, we got it sorted out, and it was my buddy calling to talk to me, and as soon as I heard it was him, I connected the dots and asked him if this storm reminded him of Vernon. And to top it off, he was even thinking of the same scenario that I had been just a moment ago. It was pretty funny and we ended the conversation.

And by then, the storm looked like it was going to end by the morning. LOL.

So, that was my first storm of 2008, and I almost counted the number of lighting flashes, but not quite...lol.

-J

Show Support!!

Well, my excuse is finals...and other junk. So, what I want to write about. The Military. One of my favourite subjects. I am a strong supporter of any Military who is fighting. I know there is a lot of controversy involving the subject, and that's okay.
So, if we look at the fighting over seas, in Afghanistan, a lot of people believe that the Military shout not be there, and fighting, what seems to be a "dumb" and pointless cause. Well, my fellow citizens, I don't see you out there, working for your life, trying to save others. You may be right, the reason they are there may be wrong, but they are there, and there isn't anything they can do about it. you just need to stand proud and let them know that you support them, with all your heart. I will support any troops that fight. They are risking their lives, other lives and barely living. I think this is reason enough to support troops.
Thankfully there are ways to show support to troops.
1). You can join.
2). You can vocally support
3). You can send letters to troops, more then one, there is information everywhere about it.
4). You can buy stickers
5). You can pray for them, if you know a specific person, or just everyone in the military.
6). Never not show support.

This is one of the two things that I support without question. I know that the reasons aren't always the best, BUT you cannot blame the workers.

There are lots of songs for support too.
~I'm already there
~American Soldier
~I'm Proud to be an American
~Travelin' Soldier
~Letters from War
~Letters from Home
~Canadian Soldier
And there are more.

I am proud to be Canadian, where I can do what I need to, where I have protection, where I can believe what I want, where I can say what I want and support who I want. Praying for any troops and support them.
God Bless
-J

Opinion

So, the reason I haven't been blogging lately, is because I don't have time. I don't have time to try and write something, and make it nice and neat. I am the type of person who has to try and not be offencive....well, some of the things I want to write about are, and I don't have time to try and be nice about it. And to me, opinion is great. So great in fact, that I really don't want to hear it. (you see why I haven't blogged in a while) there are some things that I feel about that I really don't want to hear what people have to say about it, and whether they agree with me or not. Now, I like hearing about how people agree with me, but if you don't I really don't care. It's an opinion and I don't want to hear it.

Now, this is why I haven't blogged in a while, cuz I don't have time and somethings I just want to say and not have to worry about whose not going to like what and all that. But my mom says that when I get like this, I'm not being open minded....well, I don't care. For 95% of everything I do, I try to be open minded, well, I'm getting just a little tired of being so open minded that my brains are falling out. And now, I will appear dumb because I don't have any brains because I tried to be open minded.

There, I said it. Now I can see who really has an opinion.

If you didn't like this post, I don't really want to hear it, if you did, you can leave a comment.

Have a nice day.

-J

Lesson Learned

She came to me,
told me,
how he hurt her.
She started to
cry.
I gave her a hug.
Told her,
He may not have
ment it.
She agreed.
But the hurt remain,
The broken trust lay
between them
like a mountain.

I crossed it.

I found him.
He didn't remember
I reminded him
He said,
he didn't mean to
hurt her,
it had been instinct.
I warned him,
to be careful
He had a responsibility
to fulfill

She was only twelve.

She was smiling,
eager to help.
I reminded her
not to forget
and to be careful.

Lesson Learned.

-J

Transfer

The air was heavy and oppressive; the sun barely past the red colored dunes that littered the base. The silence was shattered with the strong, clipped voice of Master Corporal Ricky Macintyre of the 38th Light Infantry Brigade of the Canadian Military, as he woke up the males in their barracks; the din of men getting ready filled the air.
“Excuse me, MCpl Macintyre, but the Captain has left a message at the Office for you. He said it was urgent.” The young, almost squeaky voice of Private Kim Smith was filled with the urgency of one who had to go to the washroom. The young Private was new to the base, just arriving from Saskatchewan. The daily routine had yet to affect him and he was still eager to impress the first higher rank that he saw. Ricky nodded his thanks as he continued to watch and supervise the morning activity. He turned his head just in time to see the base’s troublemaker pour his grey water out on the ground, in front of the mess hall.
“Hey! Corporal! What do you think you are doing?”
“MCpl—“
“You know the standards concerning water and gray water. What makes you think you are exempt from it?”
“I wasn’t—“
“Do not let me see you doing that again or I will take your canteen and empty it during training. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Corporal.” Cpl Manning had all the contempt of a 12 year-old talking to his parents.
Ricky couldn’t stand to see anything go to waste, especially water. Also, he, could never understand why it was so hard to follow rules, especially when you enlist in the military. That’s all the Officers did was make up more rules and procedures to follow.
“Excuse me, MCpl—“
“Yes, I’m coming now.”
The relieved look on Pte Smith’s face was comical and Risky wished he waited longer, just so he could see it again.
The hard packed dirt that marked the way up to the Admin building was littered with garbage. By the end of the day, Ricky knew that he was going to end up organizing a garbage sweep. Still the base was the cleanest he had yet to be posted at. He had only been at the base three months. The last base he had been posted at, the politics had taken over.
The Admin building was the coolest building on base. With its brand new air conditioning, nearly everyone invented some complaint they needed to file, in the Admin building. Ricky was sure he was the only one who actually hated the building. The building itself was unimpressive, and the grouchy officers and the dim lighting gave a sickly air to the front desk area.
Ricky stepped into the building and saluted, causing the people inside to look up.
“Excuse me, Ma’am, but Capt Belington left a message for me, and I was told it was urgent.”
The Lieutenant at the desk didn’t look up, “You and everyone else here too. Don’t you have duties somewhere outside?”
Ricky involuntarily tightened his fists. He had run-ins with this lady before and he couldn’t stand her. She was the perfect example how not to act. The first time he met her was during intake, and she was a newly promoted lieutenant. She was stressed because she was anxious to show off her leadership skills in the office world. It back fired big time and she blamed Ricky for it. There wasn’t anything he could do. It happened during his transfer process and it was ridiculous.
The silence was loud in the crowded parking lot, where the troops were formed up, waiting for intake. They had traveled all night and day, arriving just before the sun went down. The air was a nice change from the stifling, humid air on the bus. The trip down to the ‘Base’ had been a long, boring, horribly cramped trip, but Ricky wasn’t complaining, much. The PMQ he was heading for was said to be much better than the one that he had been posted at. Politics had nearly shut down the base and put everyone out of a job. His only true friend, Sergeant Genessa Packs had warned and advised him to fill out a Request of Transfer form two months before the fireworks started. It was the wisest move he ever made. He received the signed approval before anyone had started on theirs.
On the bus, he had been stuck beside a lady Corporal that would have given a witch a run for her money. She knew more vulgar words then English and showed it off the entire trip. He hadn’t seen her since he arrived, much to his relief.
The Lieutenant stomped out of the Office, yelling for the next victim. She was progressively grouchier as the last few people were cleared. Ricky was the last one out there, and he was dead on his feet. He tried to think of the last time he had slept but couldn’t remember exactly.
The lieutenant, who had the unpronounceable name of Lt Glouchest, came out of the disgraceful building they called the Office and yelled at him to hurry up and stop wasting her time. Ricky knew that by the time she was completed his intake, she would be in an even worse mood. He had to talk to the Commanding Officer about the Request of Leave form he had and knew that Lt Glouchest wouldn’t be all too pleased about it. The complication wouldn’t take that long, but because the Lieutenant didn’t know what was going on, and was too proud to ask Ricky, she struggled to understand the problem. Finally, the Admin O came out, wondering what was going on. Ricky calmly explained what needed to be done and all he needed to do was to talk to the CO before he could go off base. He explained that he needed to go off base regularly because of religious reasons and the CO needed to sign the form. The Admin O then took the form, promising to have it back to Ricky by the end of the week. The problem was solved, but for the little attitude problem in the front desk.
Now, every time Ricky had to talk to her, he became the last one to be admitted. Even the other troops would say something like, “Ma’am, he was here before me.” And she still would not get over herself.
Ricky didn’t have time to wait for all ten people in the waiting area to go before him, so he left, and as he turned around, and walked through the door, he realized he forgot to salute. But he kept going. The morning was too good to be ruin by grouchy, unreasonable officers. Just as he reached the Mess hall and pushed open the door, Capt Belington stepped out of the Officers Mess.
“MCpl Macintyre! I need to speak with you.”
“Sir,” Ricky saluted. “How can I help you?”
“Did you receive my message?”
“No, Sir.”
“Okay, here is the deal. I have three troops that are transferring here in the next day or so, and they are behind in training. I need you to take them in your section, brief them on the Enemy Force and get them started on the M and ATL course. They are a little behind on training because the transfer is so late in the training year, but this is where you come in. I need you to take them in and train them.”
“When do they arrive?”
“In two days.”
“Okay.”
“I have the folder in my office now, and I’ll get it to you by lunch. I will leave it in the Admin building for you.”
Ricky had a bad feeling about it, but he said nothing beyond, “Yes, Sir.”
Capt Belington nodded his thanks and walked away. Ricky knew that his chances of getting the information just decreased to slim. There was no way Lt Glouchest was going to actually give him the information. Well, there wasn’t much he could do about it. He was going to have to make it up once again.
Ricky walked into the Mess Hall, and was intent on enjoying he breakfast until he saw the notices on the bulletin board. The postings had just been put up for the morning and Ricky knew that his name was supposed to be on there for the transfer. He wouldn’t get paid until his name was on the nominal roll. He looked and sighed. His name was there. Thank God.
The day was nice and he had a lot to do. He needed to get his section to go through the training package that had been handed out last night. The idea of the package was to start the familiarization of M SCI 303 Military Science and Advanced Tactical Leadership (3). The training took three months to complete and it was probably the most fun the troops would have until the next M and ATL course. The training was complex, but lots of fun and it was truly a test of courage to complete it.
He took out his FMP and wrote: Two Section, meeting in the Common Area at 0800 hrs for next training schedule. And tacked it to the bulletin board. His troops would come in and be able to find it easily. He strolled out to the common area and looked around. The area was quiet except for the few on battalion extras. Ricky realized that he probably should have put Cpl Manning on it. It was too late now, but next time he would.
Ricky looked at his watch and sighed. He walked quickly to his barracks and checked around. There was no-one there. Good. He walked back out and looked at his watch. Time to go. He stepped outside and saw most of his section already on the Common Area.
“Alright troops, this is what is going on.”
As Ricky explained the process, he noticed Lt Glouchest storm out of the Admin building and head in his direction. He wrapped up what he was saying.
“Okay, I want you to go get your equipment and meet back here ASAP.” They all nodded and went on their way.
Ricky watched the Lieutenant. She wasn’t in a good moo—
“MCpl Macintyre!”
Ricky started. “Yes, Ma’am? How can I help you?”
She snarled, “It’s not how you can help me. I was told to give these papers to you.” And stormed away.
“Um, thank you, Ma’am.”
His troops came back. “Alright. We are going to head up to the training area now. The Sergeant in charge there will brief you and take over. Any questions?”
There were none. They headed up and met Sergeant Campbell. Ricky watched the training, and wished he had been able to do this when he was a Private. It was too late now, and the training always changed with the new technology. Well, he was having fun as it was and couldn’t really complain.
As the day wore on, Ricky noted the level of improvement of his troops. They loved this training. It was good. Finally they could go down to eat. Today had just been a theory part of it, and after tomorrow, they would be sleeping outside. As they headed down, the troops talked about the day.
“Man that was really fun. I—“
“I know! I wish we started this before all the other theory part. But I’m glad that we have this now. I can’t wait until tomorrow because I think we are going to be sleeping outside.”
“Fun. Man, I don’t know if anyone else is going to be doing this. It’s going to be so much fun.”
“Yah, I know. It’s fun.”
They reached the base and Ricky stopped them.
“Okay guys, what’s going to happen after supper, you have that package to fill out, and then you are on free time. I just want that package completed for tomorrow. Any questions?”
After they were dismissed, Ricky walked back up to the training grounds.
“Excuse me, Sergeant?”
She turned around. “Yes? Oh, hello Macintyre. How are you?”
“I’m okay, but I was wondering, can I borrow the land phone that’s up here? I have a phone card, and the lines are out of order down on base.”
She looked startled. Then the understanding came. “Oh, I get it. You don’t have anything else now? No more duties?”
“No.”
“Okay then, I think I have to clean the range, because your section left more of a mess then I thought. I will be there.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Ricky walked to the phone booth that was located in the main building. He quickly dialed the 10 digit number and activated his phone card. Finally, he got a ring.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is Sergeant Pasks there please?”
“Sgt Pasks? No, she is on a FXT right now and won’t be back until next Monday. If you want, I can leave a message for her.”
“No, that is okay. Thank you.”
He hung up. The guy was lying. Genessa never was away for the weekend and this was a two week ex. She would be able to go off base for some of it. Genessa had been hinting at some messed up politics at his old base, but she had always made it seem almost unimportant. Now he knew it wasn’t true.
*****
Sergeant Genessa Pasks stood rigidly at attention, waiting for the Reviewing Officer to come and inspect her troops. The parade was taking way too long and she wished it was over already. She didn’t like parades were the CO just had them for fun. There were too many as it was, and she had had enough. The tension was making her shoulders bunch up, and she could feel a headache forming. The RO stopped in front of her and stared stupidly. She saluted; he was slow to return the gesture.
“Hello Sir, there are 33 Non-Commissioned Members in ranks, on parade. Permission to carry on with inspection?”
“Carry on.” Lieutenant Colonel Kim Young was an old officer and was biased. He had never inspected Genessa’s platoon before, but because of the rumors that spread faster than a fire, he thought he had an idea about her. She wasn’t too impressed about that, but once again, there wasn’t anything she could do about it.
Lt. Col. Young was slow and took his time going through the inspection. The sun was hot and Genessa wanted the whole thing to be over already. Finally, he was done. She cut him off, “Are there any comments or questions?”
“No.”
“Permission to carry on?”
“Permission granted.”
She saluted and carried on.
Finally, the entire parade was over. She was glad, now she could go and get ready for the interview that she had with the CO about her transfer. She didn’t really know how it was going to go because the last time she asked, the CO made up some excuse about how her leadership was needed and the base couldn’t afford to let her transfer. It was bull and everyone knew it. Now, a year later, she was ready to try again and she was actually getting desperate. But she couldn’t let anyone know, because that’s not how things worked on this base.
As she entered her barracks, she saw the Battalion’s Orderly Officer (BOO) shut her own locker. Genessa just stopped and stared. What now? Captain James Luis wasn’t supposed to even be in the female barracks, unless the CO was with him.
“Uh, Sir?”
“Capt Luis turned sharply around.
“Sgt Pasks! Wha—You have other duties elsewhere!”
“Sir?”
“Sgt Pasks, you heard me! If you don’t attend to your other duties now, you will not have that transfer you have been hoping for!”
“Uh, yes Sir!”
Genessa saw red and walked out of the barracks. She stopped. What was she going to do now? What did that mean, him going into her locker? She knew that combinations were in a cabinet and only the female officers were allowed to have access to them with the CO’s permission only. What was she going to do now? As she stood there, the DCO walked by, and Genessa snapped to attention and with a startled look on his face, he returned the salute.
“Excuse me, Sir, but—“
“Not now, Sergeant.”
Once again she watched him walk away. She needed to find a payphone fast. Where was the nearest one? There. She walked quickly over to it and stepped inside the booth.
The phone rang. And rang. Oh please answer. Someone picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is Sgt Richard Macintyre there, please?”
The person on the other line paused. “Uh, he cannot come to—oh, wait.” There was a muffled conversation on the other side. “Hello? Sorry about the interruption. Here he is.”
The warm voice of the man she hadn’t seen in six months came over the line. “Hello?”
“Hi Rick.”
“Oh! Genessa! How are you? What are you going calling now? Aren’t you on training hours now? Like I am?”
“Something came up, and I got a little freaked out. Do you remember Capt Luis? The really larg—“
As she continued talking, she noticed the basics come back from their 13k rucksack march…and saw who was with them.
She cut herself off. “Oh. Rick, I have to go. The dorkface is right there. I don’t know when I’m going to get to talk to you anytime soon. I don’t know what to do though and I’m getting scared. If something doesn’t change, I may have to consider going to the Lieutenant Colonel.”
“Okay, listen. If it gets so bad that you are scared for your life, call this number. Don’t write it down anywhere just memorize it. Okay? It’s the number to a friend of mine that owes me a couple favors and this person lives in your area.”
“Okay, what’s the number?”
As he told her the number, the platoon came closer and the Warrant Officer that was marching them gave her an evil grin. Well, she was going to have fun.
“Rick, I wish I could talk longer. I real—well, I have to go now. Have fun and I’m praying for you.”
“Gen, okay, be careful and if you can, write me, okay? Talk to you later and lots of love.”
He hung up. She stood there for a moment. How she missed him and his advice. Why did she ever want him to transfer? She knew the answer, because she couldn’t live with herself if something ever happened to him. Time to get ready for the interview.
*****
The next day, Ricky was back up to the training grounds, but he wasn’t paying attention. He got his 2IC to take control over the group while he thought of a while. But it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought all night anyway. He wasn’t getting anywhere. I should just take a leave of absence for a couple of days and go and see her, before I regret not. His best friend, mentor, and everything else was in trouble and once again he couldn’t do anything about it. The worst part was the he was half way across the country from her and that was a little far. What could he do? He was getting tired of this. He loved the military but not when it affected his friends dangerously on the inside of things.

****
Genessa once again entered her barracks and hesitantly walked to her bunk. As she got ready, she thought about what she knew about the situation on base. The CO changed just after Ricky had transferred and the daily life, and politics got worse. The daily activities were limited to who was the favorite, the training was made up, the base didn’t take anymore new recruits and officers were involved with shady business that Genessa knew about.
She found out by accident and it scared her. She caught a few of the other Sergeants and Officers right in what appeared to be a meeting about it. The one person she thought was her friend she had hasn’t talked to her in weeks because she was there. There had been rumors about the underhandness of the officers and NCOs but it was nothing. Until that night. After that, Genessa had done research on illegal immigrants that the military approved of before the border knew they existed. She talked to a couple of old Warrant Officers who were straight and they proved some answers for her.
The whole deal involved more then five bases and the new one that had opened up was a direct result of the money. She found out that the base had been involve with this for over 10 years and was successfully growing.
The problem is that she accidentally let on that she knew about the deals of the base and she was in trouble now. She remembered that Ricky always told her that she would get into trouble by her mouth. Now she was. She didn’t know what to do…she knew some officer acquaintances in Ontario and she had been trying to get a hold of them for the past month and so far she had been unsuccessful. She didn’t know what to do and it was getting harder and harder not to say something. She needed to go these officers and give them some of the information that she managed to collect and make copies of. The originals she kept on base somewhere and the place was written down in her locker. Now her best option was to move everything and give them to the friend that Ricky had mentioned to her.
She was done. As she walked to the CO’s office, she pondered what to do if she didn’t get the transfer. She knew that eventually she would have to go the Det. and somehow tell them about this mess.

(This isn't finished.)
-J

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Hard Things

What is the hardest thing you ever had to do? Maybe say no to the best guy/girl in the world. Maybe walk away and leave in in God's hands and let him handle it cause no one else can. Maybe stand up for your beliefs. Maybe stepping back from a situation and taking a good long look at it, when all you want to do is get closer. Maybe obaying without knowing full well what's going on. Maybe trusting.

Each and every hard thing anyone has to do, is just a little harder then the last one. Just a little more complex. Just a little more faith, trust and determiation is needed to get past it. Just a little more. Always. Until you are able to look back, and realize the mountain, the hill, the valley you just came through, still alive, still pushing, still determinded.

Have you ever realized anything that needs to be acomplished needs FAITH. Anything. Whether or not you are going for a drivers test, teaching a lesson, taking a hard test, or you are caught between a rock and a hard place. you need faith in your abilities, someone elses abilities, the unknown, or what you do know. Anything you do, you need some sort of faith.

What can you do if you don't have it? Go back to the begining. Always. Evaluate everything. Find out if it's impportand enough, big enough, or just small enough that you can't let go. (and this is why I have God)Hard things just keep getting harder and harder. They never get easier. Nor, do they really go away, even if you think you have solved it. THAT is the frustrating part about hard things.

Faith helps.

-J

9 Things to Avoid

1. Remorse over yesterday’s mistakes
2. Anxiety over today’s problems
3. Worry about tomorrows uncertainties
4. Procrastination over today’s duties
5. Resentment over others successes
6. Critism of others imperfections
7. Impatience with those who aren’t on the same level
as you are
8. Skepticism over the future

9. Unbelief in God’s providence

Jenn and Jenna- Stories

Hi, so Jenn and I decided to blog about dumb people together.

So subject #1=Dumb People Driving

Once, when we were in the car together, we were coming on to the University Bridge-merging. And this dumb lady decided to drive in the BIKE LANE. She thought it would be a GRAND idea to try to budge in front of us, behind the bus that was in front of us. We thought differently. So, we inch along, 3inches from the bus, and this wonderful lady KEPT driving in the bike lane. So we kept glancing at her, to make sure she was for real. And she was. So she was glaring at me and Jenn, and I was like, "Um, Hello there. Yes, we are here, and no, we aren't moving." But she didn't get it. So as we move along, and there is no more room for BOTH of us. She starts writing down my licence number. And I just about had a conniption. And Jenn was like, "Um Lady, what are you doing?" So we keep moving forward, so that there is absolutely no way she can get in front of us. And I was like, "Lady you can either pay for a new side of my car, or WAIT." So she chose to wait. And the funny part was, NO ONE else let her in until it was clear for her to go....lol.

Subject #2=Interns

Interns are a waste of our education. Why should we have to endanger our education to futher theirs? No one has answered this yet. Interns are dumb. Enough said.

Subject #3=Stupid People in SCHOOL

So there are these kids in this class that ask, "What's a cloud?"

Another. Lets go get stoned just before 4th. Because the teachers wont notice. (Well, some wont)

Subject #4=Uncontrolled Climate in School

You know how you can go to first period, and be FREEZING COLD! and then go get a sweater, and go to second period, sit down, and start sweating! (having a hot flash!) THEN! its break time, so you walk around the short way outside, and its raining, so you get wet (but at least it doesn't smell cause all the smokers are afraid of the rain!) and then you go inside and take off your sweater and go to third, where the climate is just marvelous, for about half the class. then you start dying from heat exhaustion! so lunch time rolls around, and now its sunny and boiling hot out, or maybe its snowing by this time, either way its a nice change of pace... you get back to the school and go to fourth where its hot hot hot. then in fifth, its that temperature that makes you wanna sleep, so you're sitting there with your book and you fall asleep! and this is all in may, BEFORE it even gets hot out. I mean c'mon people, we need some climate control here, stop using all your hairspray and axe body spray, you're killing the atmosphere and in turn killin' us ( and by the atmosphere, i mean the one that controls the school temperature) so please, no one wants to walk by you and smell only your super-glued-hair-sprayed hair! or your body odor that is covered up by body spray, its called a shower people!

Subject #5=The Spirit Days NO ONE Participates In

Our school has some really great ideas for spirit days, except only 5 or so people participate in them. and they are usually on SRC and they have WAY too much enthusiasm, but they get swallowed up in the 1500 other people that go to the school. Now I mean some of the days there is lots of participation in and I think there would probably be more if they were advertised more.... but they just kinda slap a poster here and there where they think people look.. like really, we're all just trying to get to class, who wanders around and looks at the walls? besides the self concious people, in which case the posters should be on the floors rather than the walls. They should maybe y'know, TALK about it.. cause people like to hear things, not read them, cause reading is like, schoolwork, and unless you CHOOSE to read something, who wants to be reminded of schoolwork and the fact that finals are coming soon and we should probably be studying rather than reading these stupid posters (or typing this blog post... :P)

continued on jenn's blog at a later date

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-J+J

For my friends-problems

Hi, so this post is for my friends, Megan and Jenn, and me.
We all have the same problem. This problem is that we have the strangest guys liking us. I mean, Megan and Jenn, they are amazing, I can see why guys just fall in love with them. But EVERYONE of the guys needs to understand that if they or I aren't returning the interest, then we aren't INTERESTED. Serious.
Okay, we are pretty much the same, and we don't try and get people to like us. We just have fun. But if someone starts liking us, then that's fine...kinda. But just don't become obsessive. I mean, I assure you, this is the sure fire way to get us to go in the OPPOSITE direction. It's like, when it gets like that, this person enters the room, and we leave. Promise. It's happened. Just watch. And if you aren't involved, you can enjoy a good laugh. All of my friends have. But they also feel sorry for me, that I have to continually do this.
Jenn and I have thought of some pretty creative ideas how to get away from people like this and I promise, we are successful. It's kinda funny in a hopelessness kinda way.
Here is a list of some things we don't want:
~No, we don't want you to come with us
~No, we don't want you to be there...all the time, I know you exist, you don't have to remind me of it. I'm aware.
~No, I don't date
~No, you can't
~Yes, we are nice..somewhat...but we are also blunt
~Yes, I have brothers, I ask them if they want to be.
~Yes, we are too nice
~If you are a buddy, leave it at that.
These are just a few. There are more that aren't so polite. And I assure you, these ARE polite. The only thing I can say about it, well actually I can say TONS, but for now, it that everyone is a CHARACTER BUILDING exercise and the faster I pass it, the faster it leaves. Please.
Have a good day, remember to pray, smile and laugh...not at me though..lol
-J

How True

How true…

The most destructive habit....Worry

The greatest Joy....Giving

The greatest loss....Loss of self-respect

The most satisfying work....Helping others

The ugliest personality trait....Selfishness

The most endangered species....Dedicated leaders

Our greatest natural resource....Our youth

The greatest "shot in the arm"....Encouragement

The greatest problem to overcome....Fear

The most effective sleeping pill....Peace of mind

The most crippling failure disease....Excuses

The most powerful force in life....Love

The most dangerous pariah....A gossiper

The world's most incredible computer....The brain

The worst thing to be without....Hope

The deadliest weapon....The tongue

The two most power-filled words...."I Can"

The greatest asset....Faith

The most worthless emotion....Self-pity

The most beautiful attire....SMILE!

The most prized possession....Integrity

The most powerful channel of communication....Prayer

The most contagious spirit....Enthusiasm

-J

Keep On

Keep On
Go toward the future, but don't forget the past.

Remember that all the good you do will last.

Ask only of others what you too, would do.

Do more than is ever required of you.

Understand others by listening more.

Always forgive and never keep score.

Thank God each day for the privilege of living.

Enjoy every moment-and keep on giving!

-J