Tuesday, April 29, 2008



Confused Feelings

I recently received Microsoft Office 2007 (and may I add not by legal means) and I thought that in my confused daze that I would compose a blog entry using the nifty feature provided by Word 2007 that allows me to do so. I thought I would share that bit quickly: in case anything goes wrong when this post is published. I had to obtain Office 2007 for the Excel program. We recently received laptops in school and unfortunately for my AP chemistry class; we had to make some graph expressing the relationship between absorbance and concentration for some equilibrium constant lab. Yes, fun. Not! Anyway, the laptops (even though they're totally outdated and run a cheap version of XP) contain the Office 2007 programs. I never even had any Office program that wasn't a free trial that already expired. Therefore, by looking around Youtube a bit for videos that would show me the serial number for the full product, I received my baby. I never really liked the Office 2007 programs too much initially as they seemed too unfamiliar, compared with the norm, but once you get used to the software, you will find out how user-friendly it is. For example, to make a table, you literally select from a menu the dimensions from a nice little visual, and BAM! your table is there. My only complaint was when I was making a graph in-class and then I accidentally deleted it and couldn't find the 'undo' button on Excel 2007. Right now, it's up there by the save option, laughing at me. Damn you!

I have been having very weird mixed-up feelings lately. Mostly, it's been a slight wave of depression. It's annoying too. It's an indescribable feeling where the origin of it is even a mystery to me. I hate when people are asking me "Why are you sad?" and "What's the matter?" and I don't have an answer to respond with – mainly because I don't know what's going on myself. I do have a tangible reason, however, but it's confidential information. But the sadness spells started out-of-nowhere for some other reason that I'm not even unaware of. It's like when somebody pickpockets you, gets away with it without you noticing, and you're left standing there wondering, "What happened to my wallet?" I tried talking to a few friends about it, but my thoughts have been too unorganized for me to know what I was trying to discuss. I think it's affecting my school abilities too – I recently got my lowest grade on a test since elementary school – an 82. And I recently screwed up on a chemistry quiz when I forgot to take the square root in the quadratic formula – and keep in mind it was a three-question quiz. I don't know anymore. I don't have a chance. I don't talk. It's just – it'll hurt people. I'm just confused and lost in my realm of thought at the moment.

I'm going to go then. Thought I would throw an update up. Have a good one.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Trailer

Ok, remember my post about my first day of fishing. Well, April 12 is long past us, but my video of the events is not. I made a movie chronicalling the events from April 12 ( where it all began) to April 20 (one day after I caught a second native brook trout!!! remember my first was a year ago). The real movie comes out April 26, but clickthe link to watch the trailer. Alos, watch in full screen for better quality. http://s253.photobucket.com/albums/hh57/transpower/?action=view&current=Trailer.flv

Long live the native brook trout, and please comment.



An "Immature" Rant

It wouldn't be appropriate to have an organized rant start at any place, so I'm just going to search my mind and vent while I progress through this entry. The point of this entry is rather personal. I don't intend for the opposite faction to whom this is directed to to read it, however I need to get some hair off of my chest and what better place to do that than my good ol' blog. Some topics covered here may explain for my absence from the blog (which will hopefully change come summer). And here we go...

I'm being labeled as a very untrustworthy person lately. In all regard, I would like to reflect back that this is an untrue statement. I did an action in the past that caused some havoc, but doesn't the million honest things I ever did dominate that puny little one. I think so. However, it seems that I have a history of running my mouth off, breaking trusts, etc. First of all, normally whatever goes in one of my ears stays within my memory, never to be released by means of vocals or through my fingers dancing across the keyboard. For years I have been known as a lock box -- in which people would deposit their secrets within me and I would live with them. Why? Because I know when to talk about what when. If Person A says they like Person B and I see Person A talking to Person B while I'm talking to Person C, I sometimes get the urge to tell person C what's on my mind relating to A and B: but I stop myself. I keep my word. I keep the secret safe. However, when I have secrets with others that possess and mess with my feelings, then I have a tendency to take action toward these secrets. Thus, I burst. And that's exactly what happened to me in this one event. One faction versus another faction was the problem: and I was the middle man. I was not being forced literally to pick a side, but I felt that cold heartless air pulling at me from all directions. One side telling me bad things about a friend; the other side that if I were to reveal personal information would ruin a friendship. It was only a matter of time before my balance became off-centered and one faction would get to me first. More or less, this didn't exactly happened. Nobody won me. My emotions, on the other hand, destroyed me. These secrets seemed too severe and they needed to be known. Action had to take place. People could've got hurt. Innocent people. And then everything afterwards flowed from this. Like building blocks, my feelings toward the enemy faction began to stack up.

It all started when love came into play. However, at this point, I was the middle man, minding my own business. Guy liked girl, enemy of guy dated girl. Bad picture. Then more conflicts. Couples versus non-couples, within our intimate group. Then bad feelings. Misguided feelings. Wrong information was leaking out. Busy schedule crushed girl. Crushed girl crushed guy. Crushed guy hated enemy guy for crushing girl. It happens. Finally, guy's feelings fell apart, apparently hurting girl more, thus hurting other guy, causing hatred for guy's enemy to increase. It built up, and up, and up. Finally, guy was pissed. Girl's guy wanted done. Guy dumped girl. Guy who likes girl was pissed that guy hurt her. And then it was just out-of-hand. Recall now that I'm in the middle of this: best friends with both guys. I didn't know what to do. I talked to each guy differently. One guy started to turn the other guy into a devil. I was confused. I was beaten up by the storm and left to die on a deserted desert island. My feelings and my thoughts were trying to escape like enraged dogs, but I kept them tame and in-line.

To get a bit off-topic, I had a conflict with girl way before the holocaust of all of this. It all began, more or less, over a video game. A bit of programmed text with a bunch of pixels to sooth the eyes. To be more specific: the game was World of Warcraft. This girl got me into the game, thank goodness for that. However, I hated the server that I was on at the time: a PVP server known as Azgalor. I wanted to go to a PVE server. Plus, I didn't like the Alliance too much and wanted to try a character on the Horde. Well, God forbid, I changed my server, deleted my old toon, and as proof created a video showing the deletion of my old toon. The proof was there in case anybody doubted my claims. I showed the video to two people, and I guess it somehow got to this girl. Well, she was pissed. She thought I dumped her and everybody else that I knew on the server and was forever no longer friends with her. Even though I could've talked to her easily at school, on AIM, etc. Sorry if I wanted to do what I want for once. The world doesn't revolve around you. These thoughts flourished in my mind for a while, and it sparked my anger a bit. However, did I ever reveal it: no.

Then one day, five of us (girl, guy-dating-girl, guy-who-hates-guy-dating-girl, girl's brother, and me) went to the iCafe in Olyphant. It is an internet cafe. They wanted to go there to . . . play WoW. Wow! I took my laptop. Well, I ended up sitting at a small circular table in the cold, dark corner of the computer room while they were all together in a group playing together. That pissed me off a bit, considering that I felt like I received frostbite on my toes. The point being: the whole time I was there, this girl didn't say one word to me. Even in the car there and on the way home, there was barely a word spoken. I tried talking to the guys, but she would butt in and ruin the conversation, considering I had no room to talk. Yet again, I kept these feelings intact. And also keep in mind, the two enemy guys were too getting to my head as well as my opposition toward this girl.

Girl and I barely ever spoke since then. I kept my mouth closed. However, it's amazing that nowadays, whatever she says in opposition against me concerning this holocaust that occurred, she seems to know so much about me. Oh, he used to hurt guy all the time through his actions. Oh, he has a history of running his mouth off. Oh, he used to think he was trustworthy and that I could value his friendship: blah, blah, blah. What friendship? It was hell since that day that I mentioned. I even told guy-who-likes-girl-and-hates-girl's-ex-boyfriend that I hated her in some regards, and he stated that he respected my honesty toward him in that respect.

However, my relationship with that guy too also went away, fast. I never wanted to hurt guy. We were best friends forever, and I still want to be best friends, but guy likes girl so much that whatever I do against girl, he feels like he has to be her guardian (even though it's confirmed that girl doesn't like him more than a friend). Really, I respect him for defending her, but in some case scenarios, it was rather nosy. Who am I to talk really? I seemed to butt into the affair of other guy and girl's post-break-up. But, guess what? My original hatred toward girl allowed me to easily light my fires off against her. Oh, excuse me, my 'stubborn fires'. It allowed me to butt in, at least in my book. And as guy must be a guardian for girl, I was being a guardian for other guy. Fortunately, he has about four other guardians now too. I'm not mad at guy, but he's mad at me. I'm always available if you wish to speak to me once again, but I'm not going to surrender and apologize. Apologize? For what? I played the role my heart told me to. I do, however, apologize for revealing your personal information, but more than half of it was already common sense to these peers. They knew. They knew without being told. They knew through their hearts. I could've never spoke a single word and this situation would probably still be going on. And regardless, this was the first time I ever spoke against you, contrary to what girl said: "It happened all the time." However, you made me think differently about other guy through your words, to the point to where I would've said something to him and then my ass would've been grass. The things you said, however, were not true. I lost respect to you for a bit because of it. And during that time was when I burst forth some info to other guy. It was only right to do, especially since I was concerned about other guy's safety toward some things you were saying. For example, "I may honestly hurt him." That's not something to fool around about.

As of now, this is my shortened side of the story. I have other things to do pertaining to the psychology fair. Therefore, I leave you with my words. Consider them. Mock them. Rip them up. I don't care. The only point of the matter is that I have spoken. Excuse my impertinence in any regards.

Have a good one.

Friday, April 11, 2008

What to do...

Hey everyone, its me. I have had the urge to post for some time, so here goes... Well, today is April 11th, which means tomorrow is a big day for me and all anglers in NEPA. The 12th day of April is the first day of trout season. Well, this year I have no one to take me, but that;s not gonna stop me. I have been planning for weeks to go to a spot to fish. In this spot (which will remain secret) I have caught chubs, and one native brook trout. As an experienced angler I can tell if they are native (wild) trout or stocked. But challenge me as you must, I will provide pictures and some information. Wild brookies have disticnt orange bellies, white tipped fins, and olive green speckles. Stocked ones have no distinct belly color, usually dark blue though, with darker green-blue dots. Here is the type I caught and am going for http://flyfisher.com/DSCN0567f.jpg and here is a stocked one http://www.classiccastoutfitters.com/images/13_inch_male_brookie11.jpg. Apprecoate for your own sake. I will be making a video of my adventure, and witht he help of my lovely sister I will post it here at the blog for all to see. Hopefully I will get my native brookie, but I can guarentee catching a chub (huge minnow). I have been training physically and mentally for this day. I have spent time in the woods researching organisms etc. I have done everything I can to increase my chances of catching a native. Most peopkle wouldn't know or care to know but catching a wild trout that lays eggs and makes babies for thousands of years is way different than catching trout made in hatcheries. Well, my video will be awesome. Meanwhile, as excruitiating as the wait has been, some interesting events happened, most notably today in civics class. Rosencrans was talking to another teacher outside when one kid named Dan (who by the way is easily in the 200lb range, but not fat muscle) screamed into Raymond's ear (the raymond I speak of is the one and only). In retaliation Ray attempted to dropkick Dan, but dan grapped his ankle and literally threw him up in the air and he landed on his back. Near tears Ray got into his face, but then sat down. Rosencrans returned, but after being called a retard by "Ray" Dan threw Ray out of his desk, desk and all came with him. Then the two went down to the office. Then, during his lecture, he suddenly said ooo (he is Rosencrans). The ooo was for the rodent that ran under his desk, under my desk, then around the room. The girls screemed and ran out, and that class was over. Disgusting, our school has rodents. After looking for it a bit, I found some rat feces in the corner. I find that simply atrocious, vile, and plain uggg. But I guess that is just Lakeland. Spirit week was lame this time around. The dress up days where way to simple, as if a group of people got together and just said "yea, ok hawaii cowboy decade color, were done". No thought or care was put into it. But yet again, thats Lakeland. On a happier note, the Flyers clinched the 6th seed in the NHL playoffs. They play tonight at 7 against the capitals. The Caps got Alexander Ovechkin, the new record holder for m,ost goals in a season with 65, but I feel the Flyers can prevail. I don't play Runescape much anymore, I only go to check any updates. But I must say, the new mini game Fist of Guthix is really bad. I don't even want to say why, its just really bad. School has reached the 4th and final quarter, so all working is done. I'm just gonna keep it cool, and wait for next year I guess. Also, in the music note of things (wow, lame pun, music note) I have been trying to find more songs for my project playlist, but to no avail. I want to find heavy rock, rock, etc, but its hard. Remember about me filming my fish. Well I have definatly become attached to my camcorder, a hobby of mine I like to do. To bad everyday when I see that ufo I never have it on me. Its almost the week after Mother;s Day, so that means my trout derby at the pine creek is coming up. That should be fun. Hmmm, my life seems to be at a standstill latley. All I do is wait for things to happen, like the school day ending etc. I don't know what it is, but then again what am I to do. I really only have a few goals at the moment, catch my native brookie and go to the dentist. Hmm, after some google reasarch on the palomino (golden trout). It said that the first happened naturally, and was found in a stream. weird thought eh? Well, tomorrow I got a big day, so cya later.

Saturday, April 05, 2008



Haphazard

Hello friends. :) I haven't wrote up a blog in a little while so I figured I would since I have some great free time this weekend. I just signed off World of Warcraft since I figured I played it for a little while and after this blog am going to go do something else. Like dig up worms, seriously. I was asked to go do that today..so.. xD Kay, anyway. I've been sick this past week with a bugger of a cold. It was the worst the three days of school testing, and improved dramatically like the day they were over. Which was sort of unfortunate, but what can ya do. I've been going to Drama a lot to work on the play. I really love every aspect of being in the Drama Club [go us!]. Despite the really emotional days there tends to be at Drama, that unpredictable aspect of it all makes it even more exciting. Since the play got changed from what it was originally going to be, I've been able to be in more and more scenes. It makes me feel so excited because I know otherwise I would have only been in the opening and ending scenes. Now I am in it much more and that's great because everyone is pretty much, except for the solo's, and with high school kids it is fantastic for everyone to have a chance like that. This week I was asked about having a lead role in one scene we are doing from the musical "Chicago". I was pretty much ecstatic and it's incredibly the fun to practice, especially because the character I have to try to be could not be more opposite than the woman I'd be as an adult. xD

Aside from Drama, chemistry is always occupying my other time. Like I mentioned previously, I am going down in my school's history as attempting the AP Exam. I don't think I'd be terribly bothered if I can't pass it because I know my life doesn't depend on it. To me, taking that test is more of an "interesting challenge to curiously discover how I'd score." I stayed after school the other day to practice a problem and if that had been on the test, I would have accumulated 6 points just from that, which is considered above average. I felt pretty confident after that, that maybe I stand a minuscule chance. :P I like the fact how you can get points just by balancing an equation or just by picking out the right formula to use. It was pretty fun staying after school and I was unsure how that sort of situation would turn out. We got to go up to the chalkboard and teach amongst ourselves and whatnot.

I was having a stressful time last weekend determining what classes I wanted to take in my senior year. I've figured it out now though. Boy, I'm thirsty. This paragraph has died so I'm going to move on. :P

Hah, I like how I have to go to the next line. I can't wait for summer. I am really wanting to wear skirts and shorts and bathing suits really badly. :P I also would love to feel some sun, and go swimming! For some reason I always end up dreaming of summer when I sit down to write a blog. It's rather strange.

I wish I had some funny story to tell. I can't think of much right now though. xD - scratches head- I should probably go feed my cat. I feel like traveling. My blogs are incredibly random. They are full of my thoughts. :P No, but really, I do feel like traveling out of state. I want to go to NYC and Philadelphia just for fun and to see something historic. I'm not even sure whyyyy, I am just in such a mood to visit some large city. :P I feel like watching a movie right now too. I wouldn't know what one though. Hmm..have a good day lovebugs! ;P

Thursday, April 03, 2008



/Life.Of.Foote\ -- Guitar Hero Day

/Life.of.Foote\


What is there to say? A pretty long movie of Roman, Matt, and me at Roman's house to play a bit of Guitar Hero. A bit more stuff happens, but why should I explain it when the movie is right in front of you.



Brain Mush

I realized one thing this past week. There's nothing better in the world than a few standardized tests now and then. Let me please add first that they're only good if they really don't matter to my future whatsoever. I mean, it's a little challenge you get to make sure you're on your toes (and may I add it's amazing how sometimes things you thought you forgot come back to you) and you don't have a lot of classes during the course of your day which means very little homework or studying. Plus, there's a good probability that the margin of the classes you will have won't do much or anything at all. Well, that's how it rolls at Lakeland at least.

This week we were hit with the mathematics and reading part of the PSSA test that every teenager in the state of Pennsylvania dreads. I, however, like the PSSA for two reasons. In terms of the actual test, it provides a difficulty level of testing that's in between some random easy standardized test like the Terra Nova and some insanely difficult test like the SAT. The second reason why I like it is that you have those periods in between sections of the test where you're allowed to communicate with friends freely. Plus, when I finished a testing section while others were still brainstorming over what to put down, I just pulled out my Warcraft Archive book that I have been reading for a few months now and try to wrap up my adventure through Azeroth. I hate it, however, because you never know what to expect. One day your self-esteem might be high because you had little difficulty progressing through the storm of questions, but the next you'll feel somewhat angry at yourself because you didn't even know where to start answering an open-ended question. We already took the writing part and now the last newly added part, the science section, will be coming up in May. Isn't that great, though, that I'll be taking the SAT and PSSA around the same time? I think not.

Now that I think about it thanks to this blog post -- crap! The SAT is coming up in approximately exactly a month. Really, I feel a bit worried this early on in the game. I really have no experience for it. Our school, of course, makes us take courses on the SAT way before we even take the actual test so that we can get rusty and forgot every test-taking strategy. Most take the SAT their junior year. When did we have the prep classes? Sophomore year, of course. Kudos to the education board. You failed again. However, I can understand why they would place the class early for one reason -- if you were to take the SAT early in your junior year if we had the prep classes our junior year, then you wouldn't have covered all of the material to prepare you. In my eyes, however, there's more cons than pros.

I have been in a mood lately that has been eating at me. As in a creative mood. I have had a need lately to write. However, as soon as I start writing, I come up with some sort of excuse like: "Gah, my vocabulary isn't good enough for me to do this", or: "I don't know where this is going. I can't form my ideas clearly enough. I'm pretty sure my grammar is off. I'm done." And honestly, grammar does scare me, as well as vocabulary. I have a 400-word vocabulary book sitting next to me that whenever I'm bored I pick up and study a few words. To anybody who knows me in real life, I have been hammering out words like 'laconic' and 'impertinent' like crazy. The sad part is that the section of the book that I'm getting these words from are meant to be known by all ninth graders. And grammar -- I have a huge book on that too, but I'm too afraid to dive deep into it. I wanted to read it from start to finish, but I got bored after I read about the different types of verbs. I think whenever I write that I'm going to do so with a 'type-and-thesaurus-it' method. If I'm trying to look for a word, I'll pick a synonym that I now related to that word, find it, dictionary it to learn it, and then use it. Honestly, never thesaurus a word and just leave it. Learn it. Even though I'm writing for my own personal benefit, if you use the thesaurus a lot on a research paper, a teacher may ask, "So . . . what does 'nihilism' mean?" Yes, three-fourths of us would be screwed if we were in a case scenario like that.

I started a little writing project the other day. My motivation was to write a fictional account of my chemistry teacher's life. You know --mock him innocently. I'm willing to share the first chapter to the world. It's not perfect and I don't want it to be. It's just for me to ease up on my writing skills for the moment. Whether you know it or not, I'm working on a four-book fantasy series that I start planning out way back in elementary school -- indirectly. I can save that discussion, however, for another day. For now, I present to you:


The Life of Britchell Solvens

By Buddy Foote


Chapter I


"Who told you that you could play with chemistry equipment without the permission of an adult?"

"I believe nobody, madam. However, I believe that it is within your best interest to allow me to continue this experiment. If I do not add the sodium chloride in approximately a minute, I reassure you that you won’t have a school to teach in."

"Oh dear!" the husky teacher looked about the room and spotted a graduated cylinder filled with a purple concoction. "And what, may I ask, is that?"

"Your worst nightmare," Solvens assisted. Ignoring the teacher’s authoritarian commands, Solvens marched across the laboratory, swerving in and out of oddly placed lab tables, until he reached the site of his soon-to-be disaster area. He obtained a scoopula from a nearby drawer and began to add a set amount of sodium chloride from a jar to a beaker. The chubby teacher starred at him, admiring his craftsmanship at his natural art. Yet, she also hated him for how talented he was.

"You are aware that a suspension could result as a consequence of all of this!" the teacher yelled across the room. She was too fearful to approach the setting of Solvens. She valued her life too much to lose it from a child's fallacy. "I hate to tell you, Britchell, but you're no chemist! You're just a lousy brat of a--"

Solvens dropped the scoopula as he was pouring it into the beaker. He glared at the teacher, flames rolling across his pupils. His raven black, unkempt hair seemed to stick up higher on his head than usual. The teacher was stunned.

"May I counterattack?" Solvens began. "I believe that you're no teacher. I know individuals in high school who can do math better than you. My father, who is a plumber, can analyze pieces of literature better than you. And you're no scientist either! But why, Mrs. Dobbins, do you teach it? Why? Because you're forced to and you're envious of me."


"Envious of a fourth grader?" Mrs. Dobbins crackled. "Don't be so silly, child. You're just too smart for your own good."

"Excuse me for a moment," Solvens said. The former purple concoction that he had began to turn into a dark orange shade, and green fumes began to vaporize above the graduated cylinder. Solvens quickly poured in the sodium chloride from the beaker. A violent sound amplified the room, like giant pop rocks being added to a lake. Dobbins covered her ears while Solvens stood still, seeming almost unaffected by the explosive sound. Besides the audio, however, no other effect occurred -- or at least it seemed that way to Mrs. Dobbins initially. She looked across the room to note that Solvens expressed a puzzled face.

"Mr. Solvens!" Mrs. Dobbins started, "What did you do? I am sure that you interfered with the regular progression of the entire school through your ... your ... whatever that was!"

"I can't believe that the solution didn't produce a metal," Solvens sighed under his breath. He looked over at the furious Mrs. Dobbins. "I reassure you, Mrs. Dobbins, that kids will be ecstatic thinking that a thunderstorm may be brewing up over the horizon."

"To the office!" Mrs. Dobbins fused, "Now!"

Solvens, disappointed not at his troublemaking performance but rather at the failure of his experiment, put his head down and marched behind Mrs. Dobbins out of the room. 'The office' was never a good place, and from the rumors passed down by the students of yesteryear, it was stated that students who entered never returned. However, due to Solvens' genius mindset, he knew better than to trust a rumor. However, he didn't even know what to expect from his visit at the infamous office that day. One thing is certain though. Approximately twenty minutes later, the county was in a severe thunderstorm warning.



Have a good one!