Hoodwinked

Recently, while exploring the dark attic of my mind, I stumbled upon an idea. What kind of idea? One filled with mystery and intrigue, one that will rock the very core of my being; one that involves multiple personalities and a stranger sort of perspective on the way life is conducted. But enough beating around the bush, eh? What is this marvelous idea? Well that, my friends, is a secret known only by me! But if you can figure out a few clues, you may come around to my way of thinking. It involves light and dark, inward and outward, open and closed, and finally a lot of role playing! If you can figure out this riddle my young friends, you will recognize the change!

BTW I just got called a liar by a cop!

University?

So I've started college! I could say it has been pretty good so far; but honestly, if I just rambled on about college being amazing, I wouldn't be telling the whole truth. College is fun... but to a point. You know how high school was right? Well for me, the first three years were all exciting and I didn't want them to end, but then Senior year came along and I was ready to be out of there! Unfortunately, it seems college has gone through this pattern in fast forward! Smartstart comes along and I'm pumped! It flies by and I'm all excited and ready for the real thing... and then regular classes start and I'm ready to be out of there! I'm not trying to be negative, but I just wish I could see how it's all gonna end. I'm really not sure how I truly feel, my emotions seemed to have clocked out as of late.

*Illustration "Hunting Ducks" by David Fleck
             ~ http://society6.com/product/Hunting-Ducks_Print~

A Declaration

*tap tap tap* Ahem!

Thank you all for coming out tonight! I asked you all to come here so that I could make a very important announcement: I am returning to blogging!!!

(Cheers and pandemonium swiftly ensues)

In which Gruffle the Dwarf becomes Down for the Count

Once upon a time, there was a small dwarf named Gruffle-Bottum. Now Gruffle-Bottum was a very voracious eater. He believed that eating was the only thing worth living for. He figured that since he had such amazing taste buds, he should be able to eat anything that he wanted. Now one day, as Gruffle-Bottum was walking through the forest, he came across a large mushroom. 

"My" he thought, "what a beautiful looking mushroom.""I do believe that I will eat it!" But before he had the chance, a young rabbit came a-hopping out of a nearby bramble bush. 

"STOP!!!" he cried in a voice loud enough to warn the whole forest, "don't even thing about touching that mushroom!" 

"And why not?" retorted our friend Gruffle, "I do believe it looks like a wondrous mushroom!" 

"But you simply do not understand," replied the bunny, "that fungus has the strength to make you go blind, sprout wings, and give you arthritis too!" 

Now this was something that Gruffle hadn't bargained for. 

"This is certainly a conundrum," he grumbled, "that mushy-room could feed me for days, and if I'm not mistaken, I overheard peregrine saying that all fungus is good for rheumatism."

 So with this thought, he took out his flint-tipped axe and (much to the chagrin of the young rabbit) chopped it down. Before long, Gruffle had carted all the mushy-goodness (or not so goodness) home, and proceeded to chop it into a stew. 

"Gracious me oh my" he thought, "that certainly smells good." 

With these types of greedy sentences parading around his mind, he sat down to take a nap. Unfortunately, he never woke up. The fumes from the mushroom were so strong, it caused him to sleep forever; dreaming of marshmallow-cream tea.

 THE END 

~The moral of this story is... always take the advice of a rabbit. (and don't eat strange mushrooms!)~

This is a bedtime story that I wrote (with help from Robby Kyle) for Jonny Larson (My Dean). It was originally authored on green painters tape on the outside of Jonny's door and reoccurs here as it was written (aside from some minor punctuation changes) at around ten o-clock last night.

The Sea

For some reason, this really resonated with me.

"The call of God can never be state explicitly; it is implicit. The call of God is like the call of the sea, no one hears it but the one who has the nature of the sea in him."

~ Oswald Chambers ~

Frescos!

So these are some of my pictures from Hawaii! I have to confess that I didn't take as many as I should, I think I've realized that I'd rather be in the moment than have to see it through a camera lens. But nonetheless, here they are.

 Shallow Shorebreak!

 Zack with some epic shades

 Not sure....

 The above three are of the Waimea Canyon

 Gucci and Robs steeplechase

 This is an epic trench that me and Zack traversed with our mad skills

Gucci hanging over the front of our tour boat

Anna

Whale's tail!

"Spinner" Dolphins

The Drools

So I had a pretty creepy experience on the way back from Hawaii. It all started out in the van on the way to the Lihue Airport on Kauai. Since you can't bring water through security, I decided that I would drink all the water in my water bottle before I got there, so I did and then put my bottle back in my backpack. We arrived at the airport and checked in, then went through the security line. Since the deans gave us ten bucks for lunch, I decided I would get some fries at a deli beside the main lobby so I left my backpack and trombone with some Fountainview peeps and went to get some. When I got back, my stuff was sitting by itself on the seats and everyone had left for the airplane, I grabbed my stuff and ran to board as well. Since I was so rushed to get on the plane, I forgot to fill up my water bottle again. The flight was pretty uneventful besides me drooling on my tray table while I was taking a nap. When we landed in San Francisco, I went to fill my bottle up at the drinking fountain. I started to fill it up, but instead of filling it up all the way, I had an impression that I should pour out what I had just put in. It was a little weird, and I just about dismissed it, but I decided that I had the time and dumped it back into the drinking fountain. As I dumped it out, a small, partially dissolved, white pill poured out with the water. Now I had never seen that little pill in my entire life and I certainly didn't put it into my water bottle. Thank God for the Holy Spirit! Needless to say, I am EXTREMELY happy I didn't drink it, I mean, it could be like strychnine or date rape or something! And if I had filled my bottle before I got on the plane, I would have had a good four to five hours before I could have received medical attention. How it got there? I'm guessing somebody stuck it in when my pack was sitting in the main lobby of the Lihue airport, but it could have been somebody else... Like somebody I don't expect... Maybe even one of my "friends". So the next question is... Who would want to kill me?