Hello everyone. Today was played entirely by ear; my ear isn't hurting too bad, because I didn't do too much. When I woke up, I got ready for the sectional I was holding for later in the day. At a sectional, we are supposed to practice the music that we will be playing in marching band. There were only three people there (though I had expected around five), two of which were my sister and myself, and the third was somebody we gave a ride there. We practiced anyhow. I for one hadn't practiced all summer until today. That's rough stuff, that music is. Following that activity, I went up to Cumberland Knob with my siblings and my little cousins from Utah. We didn't do too much, mostly because it began to rain, but we did play some tag and other such activities. Since I've gotten back home, I have just lounged around and read. Nothing much more to do. Tomorrow is still a mystery to me. But of course, nobody knows what will happen tomorrow.... except for maybe The Cheat. So, until the next time comes around, try whittling large blocks of wood (usually found as parts of walls) into toothpicks, lanterns, sculptures of dirt clods, or ducks.

Ugh........why do I do this to myself? I'm very tired now, and I shall soon be going to bed. I've got my first marching band sectional tomorrow morning, so I'd better get well rested. I need to get up early in the morning tomorrow to practice the music, which I haven't done all summer long yet. I fell sheepish. Baaa. So I shall leave a good blog tomorrow; that's a promise! G-night everyone...

Don't panic! It's all explained in last night's blog:


Sorry! This has been one of those nights in which I couldn't get a hold of a computer in this house and I was just too tired to wait. So, here is my brief message. I spent most of my day sleeping and then going to a great, huge, big, gargantuan, collective family reunion in honor of my great great great grandfather, Jesse Lafayette Hiatt. Needless to say, he has many many decendants now. Basically, I got to mingle with the cousins I know are my cousins, the cousins I didn't know were my cousins, and the others. My grandfather (Wilbur D. Hiatt) introduced the reunion by saying it was a reunion for those who were born Hiatts, those who had married Hiatts, and those who wish they had married Hiatts (as there were people there without blood or marriage relation). My grandpa's a very great and good-humored man. I'm glad to have the opportunity of spending so much time with him. Well, there's not much else to say. I had some really weird dreams while I was sleeping. I mean, really weird. Maybe I'll describe them to you, or maybe not. I'm out...


That's it.

Ummm....woops. When we got to Mountain Breeze Music last night, we soon discovered that open mike night is currently on Wednesdays. Poopoo. It has changed in the past couple of months, because it was Thursdays. So, we booked ourselves for next Wednesday at 8:00. We are also going to have a lot more time than we thought, so we picked some more songs to play. We have a total of about 7 or 8 now, I think. I am truley very sorry about my lack in good blogging lately. I just don't have much to talk about. Well, I could talk about my broken toe and how I got it, but I don't have a broken toe. I could tell about the time I set myself on fire at a campout, but that'd be a lie. I would tell all my secrets, but I can't think of any. I would tell about not having anything to tell about, but I was telling about that, then I'd have something to tell about. I guess I do have something to tell about then. Imagine that. It seems like I'm stuck here this summer, too. Kind of sad, huh? Who knows; Dad might spring on another surprise trip at the last minute like last summer. But that was an uncomfortable trip. Oh well.

The little show went well last night. We really didn't mess up, but the crowd wasn't too interested. The other people who played there were generally not good. It was still fun though. I've already practiced once for tonight's show. It went well. It should be fine. We decided to throw in one more song, "If I Could Talk I'd Tell You" by the Lemonheads. We'll play it if we have the time, and we should. There's not much to say at this point, so I'll post later.

Well folks, I am currently at the Barnette residence in Hickory. I guess I'm waiting for Greg and myself to leave to Drips. I think we're gonna run through what we're doing one more time, because as of last night, Greg still wasn't sure what he wanted to play. Well, later alls.

Nothing to report today. I haven't done much anything at all. And that's a fact. I did mow the lawn and practice for Thursday again, but nothing out of the unordinary. Phluff. I'm bored. Very bored. I might be playing at a place in Hickory called Drips tomorrow night with my brother Greg. All I know is he wants me on the tambourine and/or backup vocals. Maybe even guitar, who knows? Well, I have to go with him to work all day if I'm going to, so I'd better get some sleep so I can get up early. Sorry for the progressively lousy blog! -BdG

Man that was a weird post last night. Anyhow, here's the deal. Mountain Breeze this Thursday is a definite. We practiced again tonight, and it went a lot better because we were more prepared and knew what we were doing. It was a lot of fun, and that's what I'm in it for. I just can't wait for Thursday because it's going to be so fun. We are playing 1) "The Outdoor Type" by the Lemonheads, 2) "Friends of P." by The Rentals, and 3) "Supersonic" by Oasis. I'm fixing some lyrics on the latter, then it will be rocking like crazy. I think we're gonna follow through with changing our band name every time we play there, if we play again. This week I think we're going to be "Easter's Garage." The Sloops came up with that one. There's this guy on Willis Gap Road whose last name (?) is Easter, and he's always going around without a shirt on. Anyhow, Easter's Garage is a good one. Yeah. So, here are the list of characters from the new Harry Potter book whom I have an image in my head for. Basically, sometimes I'll imagine some characters portrayed in the movie as the ones in my imagination. For example, Hagrid, Dumbledore, the Malfoys etc. all look as they should in the movie. But here's my list:

Professor Umbridge: Ms. Finster from "Recess"
Professor Grubbly-Plank: Coach Knott, without a doubt
Professor McGonagall: Mrs. Hiatt, the ISS lady at the Middle School. That's always how it's been in my imagination
Sirius: Andre the Giant
Crabbe and Goyle: Now that I think about it, Bebop and Rocksteady from TMNT work very well.

I will list more later, maybe. I have to go to bed around now now. I've been staying up too late. Goodnight....

I have decided that the plural for "stave" should be "steve." For example, "Hand me that sheet of paper over there; the one with the steve drawn all over it," or, "Hand me that pig over there; the one with the steve drawn all over it," and finally, "Please don't breathe so heavily on my neck. It makes me feel as if steve are hiding behind the picture frames." A scary thought, eh? Too afraid to look behind the picture frames now, are we? I sure am. Then again, I've been getting real paranoid as of late. I thought there were some steve in my shoes, so I wouldn't put them on. Mom said I was being paranoid, but when she said that, I was sure there were about a million steve hiding in the oven. I ran out of the house before any of them got me, I think. Oh no, what if I actually didn't make it? What if a stave clung onto me and is controlling me now?! Wait, that's not possible. How could a stave tolerate such horrible blog-writing? So, I have nothing to worry about here. Well everyone, it's slipped my mind that I could use my brain. This means it's time for me to go to bed. What a long day it's been! It's only been filled with reading, though. So goodnight, unless it's not during the night when you read this. In that case, just good. Good!

A blog in time saves.....me having the trouble of explaining why it wouldn't be in time. I'm tired now. I mean, it's almost midnight. And what have I done all day? I did do some work attempting to clean out a swimming pool. It's a slow process, but I am going to clean out that pool. It belongs to the father of the lady I've been doing work for this week. So, half the summer's about over. The only thing I'm holding on to is the next summer. Yeah, it will definitely be better. Or will it? I just make myself angry [at myself] for not doing anything. I don't know what I expected from myself, but it was more than this. I hate stale crackers. You know, especially when you don't expect it. You think you're picking up a perfectly fresh and preserved cracker. You bite down on it, and your teeth stick into it. Immediate spitting reactions follow. Then you reach further back into the bag, thinking that some of the other ones will fresh. You do the spitting fit all over again. I wonder if one may purchase crackers on eBay........ I'll get back you on that. Tomorrow, of course...

I could have sworn I had posted yesterday. So, what does that make? 2 or 3 misses? I can't remember. It doesn't matter that much. I don't get the impression that many people are coming here anymore. Oh well. I really did think I had posted yesterday. That's weird. Hmmm... So, yesterday was a no-non-nonsense day. I went to the first half of Fundamentals Camp for beginning marchers. My sister was the only one there in my section. The other freshmen either dropped out or are out of town. I mean, I know which are dropping out (of band) and which are out of town. Anyhow, that wasn't fun at all. I was glad when Mom picked me up at lunch. Today was better. We had a section leader's meeting, and I got all excited about marching band again. Wow, this is going to be a tough year. After I did that today, I went with David Sloop and his brother (who played the drums for us) to practice. Hopefully, we will be able to play at Mountain Breeze next week. I learned a new song yesterday so we could play it today, and now I'm going to learn another song. I hope we actually go to M.B. this time. We've been planning it forever. Well, I'm not into my quality-blogging mood. Sorry (imagine I said it the Canadian way, as I often do out of habit). Catch you on the back side........or the front one, too.

I think we were a little overdue on the name change. It looks like this is the last one, folks. Submitted recently by Tillman Cockerham of MA, we have "Whatever 'IBC' Stands For." I think he wanted me to put what IBC actually stands for (Independent Breweries Company), but I thought it'd be more funny this way. I haven't done much anything today. I got my brother's VCD player working, so now I can watch all my pirated stuff; I mean, so I can watch things I didn't pirate. It's still kind of not good, because a VCD can only be made with MPEG files. I've yet to find a fast MPEG converter, so AVIs are out. I also can't find a good MPEG editor. Oh well. I did do some work for a lady today. I was scrubbing her father's pool. There's some type of algae growing on the inside walls of it. It still looks bad, but not as bad as it did. We're going to use some chemicals to try and get the last stuff off, or whatever. Life is getting crazy here. I can barely stand it. I don't get out that much, either. Tomorrow I will be joining a group of Freshmen for marching band Fundamentals Camp. That should be fun.........or not. It will be better since I won't have to be taking part in it. Heheheheh....I can just sit back, out of the sun, and watch them all while their arms are about to fall off from staying in "horns up" position. It kind of kills. Not really. That's it. Go find a tiger stuffed animal and rip the head off. If you can't, don't.

Ahem....here I am! Details I have!
The first thing a person might wonder is, "What the heck is a handcart?!" That is very easily answered. Think of a big wagon with two posts coming out of the front for pulling. That's a handcart. I should have some pictures up sometime or another, if I can get some copies of good ones.
On the first day, we left from the start point and walked about an hour uphill on a dirt/gravel road. It was relatively easy, and it was a good time to become acquainted with all the people in one's "family." It was also a good time to get used to the cart. We stopped afterwards for lunch and rest. After that, we moved directly into the woods. This was tough. Going uphill like crazy for the first leg of the journey in the woods. Then down, then back up, then down, etc. Basically, we went two miles in the woods. It was tough to beat, and it was extremely hot, but we made it through the narrow passage of trees. We then took a prolonged break after leaving the woods. Later, we moved onwards upon another dirt/gravel road. It was easier than the woods, but we were so tired and it was so hot that at one point, I didn't think I would be able to go much further. At that point, the rain began to fall. A sprinkle at first, but with a minute's more time, a full-out heavy summer shower! I didn't even bother with the rain suit I had brought. I needed the rain. We pulled the cart along in the rain, which refreshed us and cooled things down by a million and three quarters degrees. We went along until we got to day 1's base camp. It was kind of swampy because of the rain, but it was welcome. I set up a pretty pathetic tent (it was an old one that only used two poles to hold the ends up and needed to be tied down mostly). I should have a picture of that later. We had dinner (a really good beef stew), and then a fireside. It went real well. We then had a desert of peach cobbler (cooked in dutch ovens) and were sent off to bed. I had no trouble sleeping, despite the fact that I didn't have a pillow (I've grown dependant on pillows in the past few years).
Day 2- I was woken up abruptly by my "Pa" (Mike Stevenson, a really awesomely cool guy going to WFU for medical school) when breakfast was almost over. That's how tired I had been. I was very much refreshed, and my legs didn't hurt like they had the night before. I got up, ate breakfast, and eventually my family moved out. We back-tracked the dirt road we had taken the day before to the point where we had come out of the woods the day before. Here, we waited a long time for lunch. Apparently, there was some trouble getting it to us. We ate, and moved out through a different trail through the woods. It was even narrower and precipitous than the trail we had traveled the day before. Up and down, over creeks, etc. Just before we ascended a large hill, a rattlesnake was discovered close to the trail. At this, we proceeded past it in a cautious manner. We went up, over and around huge hills. It was very tough. All along the trail, no matter where we were, we were (five "W" words in a row!) told that we had a mile and a half to go. We eventually caught on that it was a standard distance the leaders told us just to aggrivate us or something. Anyhow, there was a point where there was a log on the trail. We had been pulling (and picking up) the cart over many larger logs, but we took a rest, and I decided I could move the log to ease the work for my family. I went over and moved the log somewhat. It was possible to move it. So a friend came over and helped me move it some more. At that point I heard him scream. This scream was simultaneous with two sharp pains on my right arm. We were attempting to move a wasp's nest! I swatted the angry bee off my arm and ran screaming too. My friend didn't get stung, but had seen the swarm of wasps as they had come out. My family ran downhill real fast, and it was a funny sight. I had horrible luck. The bee that stung me followed me around for the next 15 minutes (I eventually found it on my sock and killed it). We took an alternate route around the disturbed nest, and waited for the rest of the family to find us. We moved on and on; it never seemed to end. Anyhow, we finally made it to our next base camp. It was a joyous moment for all of us! There was a pig pickin' waiting for us. I was very happy to be there. My real dad had come to film some stuff for a video project he's going to make out of this YC. He had brought my guitar with him. Well, it isn't really mine, but we've been borrowing it from one of Greg's friends for over a year now. I'm sort of attached to it. Anyhow, I got it out and played some stuff. I had missed it. Later that night, there was a talent show where each family was supposed to prepare something to do. When I asked Ma what we were doing, she said we really weren't doing anything. At that point, I suggested that David Sloop and I could play something for my family. David didn't have his bass, but he could borrow someone else's guitar (there were a few people there with one) and play the bass line on that. Ma asked what we were going to play, and I said, "The Outdoor Type by the Lemonheads." It was a song very appropriate for the occasion. What surprised me though was when she said, "Oh, I like that song." I couldn't speak. Nobody knows about the Lemonheads! I could have given her a very big hug at that time. Anyhow, the time came and we played. It all went very well, seeing as we were just playing in the middle of a field. I only messed up on the lyrics once. Oh well. It was fun. I slept on a picnic table that night.
Day 3- All we did on that Saturday was have breakfast then a testimony meeting. We then broke camp and went home.

Like I had mentioned in my short entry, there was nothing I would have rather been doing than that trek. It was lots of fun, a good experience, and a definite learning tool. I would go and do it again (I had the urge to on Sunday). Well, it's been a long blog, so bye.

Poopoo, I did it again. I've been gone working all day, and then I watched the Star Wars trilogy in reverse order. I'll just give some details tomorrow, or never. I would have done it earlier, but I had the computer processing a task for me for the last two hours (and it ended up not working), so I couldn't use it then. Oh well. I'm sorry I don't have much to talk about. I will talk about not having much to talk about. You see, not having much to talk about gives one something to talk about. If he or she is extremely well practiced at talking about nothing, then he or she has the ability to talk about having little to talk about for a lengthy time. Now, don't get worried, because, as with all things existing in time, it must end. However, the end has not arrived. When I talk about not having much to talk about, I always bring up the closely-related topic of spellchecking. Sometimes I'll spellcheck my stuff just to make sure I spelt them right. Butt thiz tym ey idnt', becaz ey no im' a great8 speler. So, not having that much to talk about isn't that bad, and I can get away with it. Here's the question of matter: can I get away with it? I mean, can you get away with it? You don't know, I mean I don't know. Good ridence, Bradley.

Okay, so I won't be able to be as detailed as I promised. I will get to details tomorrow. Right now, I'll just write what I wrote in my notebook during Youth Conference.


6/12/03
Wow! What a day! It's already hard to imagine that all this has happened so quickly. I rushed out of the door in jeans and a long sleeved shirt, and off I was. We have pulled handcarts 6 miles or so. It's been much harder than I thought it would be, but it's been a great experience. We had to push and pull this handcart up and downhill in the woods! That was hard. At one point, my foot got run over by our handcart. It hurt very badly, and I couldn't help for a while. When we made it to base camp after all that adversity (and after a welcome, soaking rain, as it was extremely hot during the day in long sleeves and pants) I was very tired. I am definitely ready for sleep. Goodnight all. Take care, although you shall not read this until later. -- BdG

6/13/03
Alright, I'm writing this in complete darkness, so it might be sloppier. Today was great! There's nothing I'd rather be doing right now.


Umm, well, at that point, the darkness became so complete that I couldn't see the paper lines at all. So, I stopped. I will put on the real details tomorrow, for sure. I'll be able to do that because nothing is happening in my current life to write about. So, goodbye everyone.

Ughand5halfs..........I'm just way too tired and lazy to post a quality blog now! Youth Conference has worn me out. I promise a quality blog tomorrow with an update on the last three days. I just changed the title to Sarah's suggestion of "heptal tetrad" (APMT in-joke humor). So, I'm sorry, but that's it for now. I ams outses.

Post! Post! No, I shouldn't be up this late! I'm supposed to get enough sleep to get up early tomorrow for youth conference. Oh well. Just another regular day at the Gentry's. I really have to go get the rest of the way ready. So, for today's blog, I'll give something to ponder on. Here is the thought of the day: What do you expect? To see the thought? Golly, then it wouldn't be a thought, I guess. So, there it is. You'll just have to think it. Post in three days! I'm out. =/BdG\=

I'm not gonna make the same mistake I did last night, although I already feel like going unconcious. I almost was gone there watching Jeopardy a few minutes ago. Ugh, I feel like falling asleep in this astutely uncomfortable chair. Well, I haven't done much to brag about today, so I'll imagine that I did. This was my imaginary day: I got up at 5:30 AM for a quick morning trip to Carowinds. While I was there, I managed to spit off of every ride and hit someone each time without a loogie getting in my face. Realizing that I had not written in my blog the night before, I did summersaults all the way to my aunt and uncle's house in southern Charlotte and used their computer to do so. Finding myself at such a wonderful residence, I took it upon myself to watch a few movies in their huge home theatre with the awesome sound system. After drinking nine cases of IBC root beer, I went outside to see how loud I could yell. The police told me I should quiet down, or they would have to arrest me, so I pulled a Harrison Ford and became a fugitive. After running for a few hours, I gave up because I had run all the way home anyhow. Actually, delete all of that after the "so I'll imagine I did" part, and know the truth that I sat around all day. I did work around my room, but nothing more. So, I am tired. This was one of the dumbest blogs ever.

Okay, alright. Sorry for not posting last night. Sleep called around nine, much earlier than I expected it to. It was a weird sleep, too, full of weird dreams. We went down to Florida with my cousins from up here in MA. I don't remember exactly what all happened, but I do remember that at one point we were in a field of sand with a lot of junk around. I don't know what all that was about. Anyhow, the title has been changed once again. "Sarah is cool." I don't think we need to guess about the submitter's identity. It was Sarah Gitt of MA, indeed it was. I really didn't do too much yesterday, anyhow. I installed a ceiling fan in my room for one thing. The electric stuff was the hardest part because the wires were short, and I didn't have much space to work with them. The wiring was also messed up. Apparently, some workers messed it all up when the house was built. At one point, sparks flew from the ceiling socket. They had it on the wrong circuit or something. Anyhow, that went over. I figured out and learned to play a guitar solo by ear. Ummm....what else? Nothing, really. I'm afraid I need to get out of the house. Cabin fever will set in, and I'll lapse into a summer-long trance. I do have Youth Conference this Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I will have a notebook with me, and I will write my blogs in there. When I get back, I'll either scan them in or just type them up. That's it for now. Catch you on the flip side. Or not.

Note: I couldn't get the Russian characters to come out right on here for some reason. I'll work on that tomorrow...

Have you ever had that feeling that someone was following you? I haven't. Anyhow, today came and went, kind of like something else that might have come and gone. Plenty of rain tonight, with tornado warnings around us somewhat. It's very interesting how the worst parts of the storm dodged us. I saw some pretty good lightning though. I mean, it was alright. I was trying to watch Criminal Intent, but the WXIIs weather kept on coming up and saying the same things over and over again. While they were doing that, some crucial parts of the plot were discovered. In fact, the real killer was found (not the one we were led to believe it was), and I never got to see his face... But that's just the way things go (in Albuquerque)! Which brings me to another point. I haven't tried downloading Weird Al's new album "Poodle Hat." I think I might....you know, just to get a sample. I might buy it if I like it. I am going crazy so far this summer. Nothing to do! And when I tried to get marching band business done, nobody was at home. Grumble, grumble, grumble.... ß çîíòèê. That's "I am an umbrella" in Russian. If I still remember right, it's pronounced, "Ya ehonteka." That's "eh own tea kah." Good, now you might know how to say "I am an umbrella" in Russian. I don't know if it's considered an insult anywhere, so be careful how you use it. That's all the non-educational fun I have today. Goodbye...

My blog is dying! There are no readers of it! No, blog! Come back! Don't die on me, not now! You're all I've got! Please, I didn't mean all those things I said when you wouldn't load the settings page that time... I'll replace the secret random lyrics, I promise! Just don't die! "No readers, no life," said the blog. No! Then there is no hope...

"I will live," said the blog.

Good. Goody....goodumberger, goodnight.

Uh huh. I'm out of fuel. I just wanted to drop a line and see how everything was trucking. Actually, since this can't be responded to, I won't be able to see. Oh well. I am fine. Just the lack of sleep and a temple trip to Raleigh and back has made me pretty tired. I listened to music much of the time in the car. Contemplation....yes, contemplation. Tired....yes, tired. Laterz =w= (Weezer? Why is that here? Because it looks kind of cool.)

How has time passed so quickly?! It's already Friday and I've let time slip past myself. The new title today is "The Random Abyss," submitted by our very own Emma Refvem. Everybody give Emma a round of applause as this is the last one she submitted. Ummmm....so, nothing has happened today. I have been having so much trouble sleep as of late. It's awful. That's why I sort of fell asleep during daylight the other day. I don't know what my problem is. I'm some type of aninsomniac or something, though I don't watch VH1 a bit. When I wake up at night, or just can't get to sleep, I try to imagine stuff. Sometimes I think about funny things that have happened to me before, like the time I did that super-huge cherry bomb on the swings at BHT back in the day, or when I tore up my legs in the woods around the house, or when I had the singular opportunity of tripping a trumpet-player...I didn't pass that one up. All those days are gone...or are they? Do I still have the ability to do things that I'll look back on a laugh about? It's possible. If there's anyone to laugh at, it's me, I guess. If I had a tape of all my life, I could rewind it back to the very first and laugh from the start. Not because I mean to be funny; just because I'm such a dork, I guess. Oh, the new and rebuilt Fountains of Wayne website is back up and running as of today. Their new album, Welcome Interstate Managers, is out on June 10th here. I already have the whole pirated album in very very good quality, but I think I'll buy this one myself, to show support and to get another CD case and the little booklet inside that has funny pictures and useless information about the band. I'm very particular about my musical selections, as one may be able to tell. It takes a while for certain music to sink in, but when it does, I'm a raving lunatic about it. Well, I really should go make some calls to the clarinet section about marching band, so I'll post tomorrow with all hope. It might end up being real late, I don't know. I'm out.

I am forgetting how to do everything and learning how to do nothing. It's true that I really don't do anything all day. Today was an utter waste. It's been so weird. At one point, I fell asleep for about an hour, but when I woke up I expected it to be all dark or something. I thought it was supposed to be well into the night. Maybe even towards morning! It appears I have truly contracted the ability to power-nap. Power-napping is something that is experienced easier than it is explained. To put it bluntly, you get much more energy on a minute amount of sleep than is normal. So, an hour of sleep would run one for about five or six hours. The downside is that when that time is up, you're ready to crash. You can't hold your head up or anything. I think my body is releasing a drug from one of its infinite glands that allows me to dream more, and make the dreams more "addictive" and less surreal. What I mean is that when I wake up and I haven't finished a dream yet, I go back to sleep and try to finish it. That explains the addictive thing. The less surreal one means that I believe the dream so much that when I wake up, I'm dissoriented for the next thirty minutes. These two reasons work hand in hand to make me sleep more, which is not good. In the dream I had, some friends from high school and some old friends from elementary school came over for dinner. I don't remember many details, but I did get mad at one of my friends for making fun of one of my other firends.... All in all, I need a job.

Lately, I've been daydreaming a lot. That's all I do, anymore. Although, I did watch Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree today. I kind of grew up with that movie, and so I'm attached to it. I used to be able to quote it line for line...now I can't. Yeah, but I've just been losing my conciousness to random daydreaming. Ben Folds' "The Ascent of Stan" is officially my Tripeaks theme. That is, whenever I play Tripeaks (can be found in the old Best of Windows Entertainment Pack, or BOWEP), I listen to that song. It makes me feel like it's important to play well for some reason. If I don't, I feel like the world my blow up. It's been short, but that's it for today.

Life has slowed to a point where I look at a slug and long to be it. It would be kind of fun to leave a mucus trail wherever I went, although it could be dangerous if I were trying to run away from some bad guys. They'd be able to see exactly where I went, and that'd ruin the whole point of running in the first place. Well, if I were a slug, I wouldn't be able to run, and bad guys wouldn't want to touch me anyhow, because I would be all slimy. But then they'd sprinkle salt on me....that's scary. The title has been changed once again. "Abyss" was submitted by Emma Refvem of MA. Congrats Emma! So, I've been thinking hard about what to put in today's blog, and I really haven't decided yet. Here I am anyhow putting stuff in. Why do I do a blog everyday, some might ask. It's true it does become hard to write about stuff all the time, but my blog has become one of my only sources of entertainment. That's right. I would be even more bored if I didn't write in this blog. So, it's actually kind of a selfish reason. If I only wrote two or three times a week, I might turn into a lump on the couch. I would have to be fed through a straw....unless it was something that couldn't fit through a straw. Remember, folks: don't put salt on slugs because they could be your neighbor or friend, or, even worse, you.

Okay, so maybe that wasn't such a great idea. I had the urge to go camping, and I followed it. But now I've figured it out: don't go camping unless you've had an exhausting day. I wasn't able to get much sleep at all! That's funny, because I usually get my best sleep while camping. Well, what little I did get was extremely potent. Although I didn't sleep for long, what little sleep I did have ran me for three times as long. So, it was basically a power-nap. I got a lot of thinking done, sort of like the lawn mowing deal. So that was enjoyable. Oh well. So, I haven't done anything today. I have a few things in mind as to what I can do with the rest of the day, like seeing how far I can throw a huge concrete chunk without straining any muscles, or how long I can stand to hear a country song played backwards. That really would be hard to do that for long, because I can't stand to hear a country song played forwards. This is a horrible post, and I apologize....not that anyone is reading this. The Summer Chronicles just aren't doing very good right now. Check out homestarrunner.com/ for the new Strong Bad E-mail today. I'm slippin, yall.....

I'm going to camp in the back yard tonight! No more indoors! The outdoors rock!

Humdiddly....I kind of like that nonsense feel the word has. I made up that word as well. Today was a fine Sunday. The weather was real nice. Yesterday, there was some very strange wind going on. But today was just dandy. We had Stake Conference today for church. A stake in our church is a group of "wards" and "branches." Wards and branches are the smallest units. A local meetinghouse is where a ward meets. A branch is like a smaller ward. Anyhow, semi-annually the stake meets to discuss business and listen to talks. As of late, the stake meets in two different sessions on Sunday. The morning session is for the northern half of the stake, and the second for the lower. The first session took place at the Pilot Mountain Ward meetinghouse (and the second at the "stake center" in Winston, as it is the Winston-Salem Stake we meet with). Anyhow, so I went to Pilot Mountain today. There were some really good talks given, and good counsel. I of course lose attention sometimes. Anyhow, in the middle of one of the talks, the speaker was talking about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, and how Nebuchadnezzar wanted everyone to bow to the golden idol he had made. He told about how he wanted the trumpets and cornets to be played for it, when the fire alarm suddenly came off. It was perfect timing with the talk! Talk about the trumpets and cornets! It was funny. Russell and I walked around to make sure it was a false alarm, and it was. We saw one kid we were suspicious of, just because he was near one, and he didn't seem to be concerned at all. They got the alarm turned off (thanks to some members of Bannertown Vol. Fire Dept. who were present with walkie-talkies), and we got back in and stayed for the rest of the thing. It was all very good. Anyhow, I just wanted to share that awkward moment. That's all. Over and out...