So, i'm appreciating being able-bodied after just caroling (for a birthday party) to five elderly ladies that could either barely stand up for five minutes or couldn't hear what we were singing. Wow, its so easy to take such things for granted.

I have lived through my last days at LeTourneau and am some how still alive to tell the story. My parents came so that we could bring home the trebuchet. On Daniel's insistence that we didn't take it apart, it was put on its side in a trailer being pulled by the van, no to mention all, yes ALL, of my stuff in the cabin. This was quite a caravan to Houston, Daniel on the red BMW R80, the white van pulling the monstossity, and me in the red BMW 2002.

I'll just say that being home has been interesting, but pleasant overall. One thing i couldn't resist taking a picture off, granted it was just a quick shot, was a small grave yard with at least one poinsetta at each head stone.

Forget vs. Forgot

Now please, correct me if I’m am in the midst of a great misunderstanding. I have continuously become agitated with the common use of “forget” when someone is saying what they are trying to remember that has slipped their mind. Emphasis on the slipped. PAST TENSE. How can one define the moment at which they are forgetting something to say that at that point, “oh, I forget.” You already FORGOT it!

Ok I can see someone habitually FORGETing something and then it is thereby forgotten each time, but that individual is in a constant state of forgetfulness. In this case the person could say, “I always forget where I left my keys.” Since it happens more than once, it’ll happen again so you are in the midst of forgetting and it is therefore a present tense. Ok, that’s enough for this early morning, refusing to study anymore, post.

I run blind.

Nathans of November

To a Nathan that will never read this, one that might, and another that always will.

Today I found a place. Harmony Hill. I’d had a conversation with a Nathan today that made the past swirl into focus. This time a year ago, chaos prevailed in copious amounts, not to mention the exasperating coefficient of drama, leading to a limiting reagent of sanity. Turmoil in my heart, battles in my mind, longing in my soul. A period in my mortal life I’ll never forget. Granted it’s nothing I bear in mind on a daily basis. The present is too promising to dwell on such things.

As this Nathan assumed my vague statements were referring to the past, I found it so ironic that I was talking about the night before. I have one friend that just last week wrote a drama about dreams and how the event being dreamt is happening elsewhere. This Nathan told me I kept him up the night before. (I had not talked to him or made contact of any means.) That night before, I had been reconciling the recent chaos that had not failed to splatter itself across my path. This chaos a fermentation of the other Nathan. It is so crazy how closely the events to culminate such climatic emotions closely correspond.

Another thing that hit me hard today, perspective. As much as C-4 and Rosene joke about their alternate realities, it too true. We too often formulate a view that in no way parallels to another. I don’t think it is that the differences are incorrect, but are more so the effect of peering at life through an entirely different lens. An individual unconsciously brought to my attention the depth of “just pretending.” An alternate reality we choose to consciously create while our daily lives consist of those that contrastingly seem more feasible and their culmination is often unknown to us at the time, or ever.

Perspective, some choose to forget, some choose to remember, some choose to create their own.

Contrast of the Nathans.

"He's not a police officer he's just a nice guy." -Hookah


mKay!

I sent this to my dad. It made me grin : )

Once upon a time there was a little girl who went to a little school. Her big brother went to this little school too. Whenever the little girl wanted to go to Wally World (aka Wal-mart) her big brother would zoom over and take her on this great adventure. They had an exciting time on these outings as the yellow stripes whizzed by and the wind flooded their helmets. Being frugal college children, it was important that these little trips did not burn holes in the big brothers pockets. (Children shouldn’t play with fire.)

All of a sudden…Swirl, swish, flip…the little girl realized that soon she would not be at the little school with her big brother. What would she do when she gets a rumbly in her tumbly and needs to go to the food store? Now, the little girl’s daddy had a little white car that he could let his little girl use. But this car is a special car. It goes put-put-put down the road. It goes from home to school and school to home, but the rest of the year the little car sits. It sits and sits and sits. So the little girl could use her daddy’s little white car to get to the new big school but how is she to get to church, to the food store, or to the book store?

The little girl had so much fun when she got to ride on her big brother’s two-wheel car at the small school that she wanted to learn how to go vroom-vroom. Now the little girl’s daddy had a vroom-vroom machine too. When he was a little boy he loved to go zoom. But the little girl’s daddy never got the paper that said he was allowed to go zoom and the little girl wasn’t allowed to go zoom either. BAM! The little girl suddenly thought of the best idea ever! EVER! The little girl and her awesome dad could take the zoom class together! The little girl’s daddy could give her tips at the zoom class and the little girl can learn how to zoom like her daddy. Then once they go show their zoom papers they could have daddy-daughter time going zoom zoom. They can even go zoom with big brother!

Now if the little girl knows how to go zoom all by herself she could even go zoom around the new big school. Just like big brother the little girl didn’t want to start fires, like mommy and daddy taught them. If the little girl had a vroom-vroom machine she could prevent burning anymore holes. Not to mention she could carry her food bag and go to the food store, she could go zoom-zoom (instead of put-put) to the church, and even go zoom to the study group.

The little girl liked her idea so much that she wrote a letter to Santa. The little girl told Santa how much she wanted to go zoom with her daddy. Santa also found out that the little girl wanted to go zoom with big brother. Santa realized that if the little girl could go zoom, the daddy and the little girl could have fun adventures, but the little girl could also let the little white car sit and sit and sit.

your little girl

Three weeks left. Camp out or paper? Chill or physics? Stress or good enough? As much as I look forward to the end of the semester, there are many aspects I fear. Academics enough by themselves, some how I desire to savor/waste (depending on the company and activities) time in the social environment. TIME. Utilized? Never. To acquire: time management. selfcontrol. peace.

Art of Persuation

I couldn't resist posting something so amusing.



ATTN: THIS EMAIL TO BE READ IN ALL SERIOUSNESS AND WITH A MALIABLE MINDSET

ok dude! Obviously this Thursday is thanksgiving and I’m pretty sure it would be pathetic to spend it ON CAMPUS! Come on u know I’m right : ) so I haven't seen u in FOREVER. Ur not allowed to fall off the face of the earth! Ok, so yes u can hibernate to a healthy academic extent and hurray for ur diligence, but dude I’m thinking this is the ideal time to take a break. Not to mention it would be super fun to have u come with us to Lawton! "Like Whoa" in the words of our wise friend Sam. Ok, my take on it is that I’m going; I can get there regardless of whether u and/or Sam go or not; I’m going to have an awesome time. But the thing is, I’m pretty sure it would be silly and selfish of me to not share in this wealth of a good time, not to mention that I win if u come b/c of the contribution ur personality adds to coefficient of amusement. So as of now this groupie will consist of C-4, Rosene (who can't but help love the guy), me (who is beckoning for ur attendance as well). Note I could not realistically put Sam in that list. U see the trip to Lawton will encompass Wednesday evening and we should return to Dallas on Thursday night (no later b/c C-4 must work on Friday). So essentially the most dense period of awesome will take place during this say 26hr time period. (I think this is an adequate break from academics which will allow for a more focused and effective study on ur return.) I understand ur concern of not blowing ur whole wkend and not getting much accomplished in terms of school work. Sam has this same concern. However, she does value and desire to spend her thanksgiving with close friends. We want her to be there. The only way she can commit to attending this worth while furlough is if she has the means of coming back to school shortly after our return to the Dallas area. Do u see what’s happening here? She is at ur mercy. I know she is not willing to explain this to u for fear u'll take her explanation as just a con to getting u to take her. But consider the fact that u two are under similar circumstances. Neither of u have a scheduled thanksgiving activity, this trip to Lawton would be ideal, u both must return promptly. What is the hesitation to embark on this adventure together so that both may enjoy the escape and yet utilize the resource of time available?

All this being said, it would only be a proper invitation and request of ur attendance if I would inform u of what events could very well take place. Now as u may have heard from several LeTournites, the Lamoreux thanksgiving is not something to live without. Bildo(one of many individuals difficult to please) found an excellent time in the completive yet friendly archery. Others will never forget the familiarization with powerful firearms and our varying degrees of skill utilizing such a commodity. I know u are very familiar with C-4's interest in alcohol, as he often says this comes from a similar interest among his immediate family members. C-4 sent me an amusing email about some dialog he and his mother had concerning Thursday. I can't resist keeping this prime information from u; take a look at this...

"Jason,
Since you're the Master of drink mixers, I need your help in making
"malted mudslides". It calls for vodka, Kahlua, and Bailey's. If you
have any of those you could share with me on Thursday, let us know, so
I can plan my shopping list.
Mom"

I just happen to have all of those. I'll bring them. I'm also going
to pick up some beer. If you have any requests, let my know. I'm
going to get a hefeweizen, for sure, and maybe Sam Adams.

"Great! Bring all of those liquors and the hefeweisen, too!
Mom"

ok, I ask that u consider all of the information presented. And all reasons and excuses aside it comes down to the fact that WE WANT U TO JOIN US FOR OUR THANKSGIVING FESTIVITIES.

Have a great wk (b/c ur anticipating this exciting Thursday),
JOy

Life philosophy #3


Beauty is power.

(I do realize this tends to be common knowledge among the wise, but its just so true. )

Ahhh...another Monday. I guess it's just a little difficult to get back into the swing of things after having an AWESOME wkend. So I met with my academic advisor at UTA. It was silly that something that took fifteen minutes required me to drive two hours, but I'm uber excited about next semester (for several reasons : ) I'm pretty sure I have an excellent boyfriend.

Treasure hunt to a bouquet of flowers,
cutting steak with screw drivers,
adventure to botanical gardens,
not getting carded,
hitting on Mark Davison,
copious amounts of pool,
Die Hard, Chapelle,
"You've got a nice rack."-Sexy Lexy
taquitoes,
DD,
five different directions,
Czech stop,
petting Matty,
sake bombs,

being with great friends.

Silencing the Alarm

So I definitely slept through the alarms on my phone as well as my alarm clock. It is not like I heard the alarm and chose to ignore it or got up and turned it off. And no, neither of the alarms were set wrong or for P.M. I highly doubt both devices just happened to malfunction at the same random point in time. I think both alarms did go off according to the time set, however, the question is how they got turned off. Now some alarms go off for so long and then quit. Being that I was woken up (by my roommate) only an hour after the time set, I’m going to rule out this possibility. Once again, then who turned them off? Sam was at class, leaving only me in the room. Every time I try to rack my brain of any recollection of me getting up to turn off either alarm, I fail miserably. I have no such memory. How does this happen. If I were a warrior princess I could have been captured in my sleep and I would have never made a mere squeal because my senses were dulled to such a great extreme. Severe frustration! So, without being conscious of it, I apparently got out of bed and switched off two alarms, each fifteen minutes apart.

It seems as if my body, unbeknown to me, refused to let my brain become aware of this daily disturbance. Why should such a thing occur? My body insisting on curtailing this sleep deprivation? I mean anyone can go without sleep for a little while, before their body begins to wear down. I never felt sick or even that tired. In this case it seems as if my body just quit, just up and said “no”, regardless of my intentions. How must I gain control of such an unconscious domain? I guess simplistically speaking, I know I’m not getting enough sleep if my brain never becomes aware of the alarms going off or of my body actually getting up to turn them off.

It all comes down to the fact that I’m mortal; all efforts are in vain. I have no chouce but to submit.

oh, by the by, why must i without any intention never fail to screw with the hearts and minds of little boys?

Back in Longview--graaaRRRR!

What a fall break. So I figured it would be rather uneventful, just some homework and preparing my costume for an awesome party this coming weekend while taking a "week off" from my boyfriend at his insistence. So the weekend went fine, consisting of obscene amounts of mother-daughter bonding time, mountains of laundry, and a continuous effort to convince my dad I should live in an apartment next semester.

Speed, my brother(aka Daniel), decided we were going to drive the red BMW (model 2002) back to Longview, in hopes of selling it. This car is cool and all, but it definitely doesn't have a working speedometer. Ahahaa! Where the fun begins. So by the time we get to Henderson, I'm like, "Oh, wow. We're making great time; it has only been three hours!" Not 10 minutes later did I see a swirl of blue and red flash in my rear view mirror. "You've got to be kidding me!" Speed having read the "Speeders Guide to Avoiding Tickets," insisted I start crying. Um....ok. Definitely not an easy task in front of people. All I could do was sniffle. Luckily we close enough to school so that I was able to play the LeTourneau card. In the end...

I only got a warning!
LeTourneau's good for something : )

A chaotic two day week (yes, it is possible), allowed for an awesome wkend! Space Ghost--check out those muscles! Reagan--he does exist! That Mad Hatter guy is pretty cool : D You know you have a way cool party when u empty a keg. Gotta love cave peeps. I'm pretty sure Hookah pulls off the 80's rocker look too well : ) Bum and emo kid always make for interesting company. That lawn nome sure had chicks chasin him at all hours. Watch out for those Yankees in the haunted woods~~spooky! Overall, a much enjoyed wkend.

Boys. wtF! porque? Ok, I guess this would be an oportune time to explain one of my philosophies on life. Boys; how can they initiate and then place blame? How can they spend so much time but in the end not give a shit? whoa, the mind of a boy soling seeking self gratification at too many moments in time, thinking about others only when convenient. Acting like they love someone they don't want to have. Wanting someone they can't have. Lacking any significant intelligence in such matter, or awareness of this deficit. Leading someone to believe what seems to be the desired standing. Making circumstances convenient. Attempting to utilize such circumstances. Boys. Too many of no pertinent value. Eyes without a heart. Lust. Too many who don't wear the pants. A select few not appreciated.

Women. Emotion. Estrogen. Lack of logic. Fear. Irrational. I absolutely hate the fact that too many chicks play guessing games. Heck if your mad about something just say so and what in regards to. Seems to me the quickest approach for resolution. Sorcerers. OMG! The power of a women. So many are too good ant playing games with the influential minds of little boys in pursuit. But why? To often because they just don't care and because what their getting means more to then than the heart of what may be a man. I mean with such forces a woman could too easily turn an ordinary male into a mere nute! Unfortunately it cannot be denied that such things occur. And yet if confronted, we as females are quite capable of placing severe blame and just getting plain pissy, this blog being a prime case in point. Enough description. You get it. Quality a challenge to come across, but far from extinct.

Synopsis thus far...

Boys are dumb and women are bitchy.

It holds true in to many instances and circumstances. This being the case, how are they to ever coincide? If a man can tolerate and understand such realities, than I applaud you and may you continually possess unfathomable patience. Females on the other hand, forbearance for a boy's nearly inevitable lack of consideration, must take an unimaginable amount of devotion. But, must either of these senarios be the case? In this vast yet deffinative world, can not a logical female run across an aware male?

I have.

Well, another Sunday night. An interesting weekend to say the least. PEOple. Ok, in short: birthday, hookahs, Razoo's, chill, thoughts. One prominent sense of confusion this weekend: can one assume the present to be the same severity as the past? It seems to me investigation would be necessarry before making such an assumption. Sure would be inconvenient to plan around an aspect that doesn't exist. Oh well. Their loss.

The future--a crazy thing to think about. What will be there. What I want to be there. Who will be there. Who I want to be there. How we'll get there. Time--to long. Not enough.

I got accepted to UTA!

can’t focus must

why drama drives despised

symbolism reality dreams

reason implication letter mater of fact

concentration lack there of

love hatred concern

focus study must focus

embarrassment pain remorse

vent vent vent no one

here there miles

school study not

pass present wish future

here must be choices

time effort

thoughts none too many

focus absent

hope

What a weekend! On the whole, a high coefficient of awesome. It's pretty crazy dating someone that’s practically a legacy. It didn't really occur to me until Thursday night that I would be required to share. Well, of course I knew to an extent, but it was exemplified when C-4 was in Gilbert lobby and anyone that walked in stopped what they were doing and relished his presence. Truck Stop--good times.

I never would have guessed the preparation someone who doesn't plan can do. The surprise of dinner on a lake was unforgettable. But this was no half-ass job. We're talking exceptional Italian food, lilies (in a vodka bottle), along with elegant champagne. The depiction of appreciation in such a manner is far beyond wonderful. Knowing that someone thinks you're special, somehow different from just anyone else, has an indefinable positive feeling.

With no concept of time or planning, things went ire shortly there after. I wouldn't attribute the chaos to any individual. Everyone wanted to do something, but it just wasn't happening. Discontent was widespread for those that were unable to attend. Communication--such a powerful thing.

People--we're so ambiguous. We may think we're predictable, but something happens and any thought of structure is blown away.

Thunder! Lightening! That was exciting.

I figured out what super power I want. ---To be able to make people not like me.
Granted every power has its fallback, which is pretty obvious in this case, but man it would be convenient and save a lot of hassle.

What I want to be when I grow up: A Kid!

more of that awesome summer

hmmm...where to begin? ok, highlights of last semester











Mischief consisting of ducks, baby ducks (named C-4 and Steven--Steven "dissapeared"), and a goat to name a few.



An immense amount of "just chillin" with C-4 and Hookah (aka C-4's little friend Nathan).












followed by an awesome summer...