A few years ago I read the Harry Potter for the first, and so far only, time. I fell in love with them. I had always liked the movies, but now I have an even stronger connection to the words that J.K. Rowling has put onto bound paper. These stories have created a world of magic that I love to surround myself in. Any and every chance I get to reference the book and make the world of magic real, I take. Ordinary things become extraordinary. Balloons become levitating orbs, blankets become invisibility cloaks, and every locked door can be opened with a spell.
Naturally, to channel all my magical ability, I would need a wand. So, just like in the books, I had one. I made it from a simple piece of wood. I took a chisel, drill, hammer, and any other power tool I could find that would do the trick. Including one really scary thing that spins really fast and makes a very loud noise. By the end of my adventure, I had a beautiful wand to call my own. I stained it to give it a color I liked and I practiced in my back yard and on some Boggarts hiding in my barn. It worked like a charm. And still does. A day or so after making my wand (Phoenix feather) I made a second. One that looked very much like my own. I would use the same core so they could be brothers. I stained it a different color, but it works just as beautifully.
This brother wand has been sitting in my bedroom waiting for the one person to wield it. I had always been waiting for the right boy to come along and match the magic I was (am) capable of. I found him. I gave the brother wand to Jaten on Tuesday for his birthday. He deserves it; I'm falling for him. While Jaten isn't as keen on spell knowledge as I am, I trust this tangible token will inspire some studying. He's cute and says things like, "Luminos... in... your heart." I just laughed at the fact that the spell is "Lumos," and the light is emulated on the tip of the wand and cannot be placed where the caster desires. I marveled in adoration as he continued to do such things. He's pretty amazing. I'm really excited to share many more moments with him.
That's all for now.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Magic Is Everywhere
A few years ago I read the Harry Potter for the first, and so far only, time. I fell in love with them. I had always liked the movies, but now I have an even stronger connection to the words that J.K. Rowling has put onto bound paper. These stories have created a world of magic that I love to surround myself in. Any and every chance I get to reference the book and make the world of magic real, I take. Ordinary things become extraordinary. Balloons become levitating orbs, blankets become invisibility cloaks, and every locked door can be opened with a spell.
Naturally, to channel all my magical ability, I would need a wand. So, just like in the books, I had one. I made it from a simple piece of wood. I took a chisel, drill, hammer, and any other power tool I could find that would do the trick. Including one really scary thing that spins really fast and makes a very loud noise. By the end of my adventure, I had a beautiful wand to call my own. I stained it to give it a color I liked and I practiced in my back yard and on some Boggarts hiding in my barn. It worked like a charm. And still does. A day or so after making my wand (Phoenix feather) I made a second. One that looked very much like my own. I would use the same core so they could be brothers. I stained it a different color, but it works just as beautifully.
This brother wand has been sitting in my bedroom waiting for the one person to wield it. I had always been waiting for the right boy to come along and match the magic I was (am) capable of. I found him. I gave the brother wand to Jaten on Tuesday for his birthday. He deserves it; I'm falling for him. While Jaten isn't as keen on spell knowledge as I am, I trust this tangible token will inspire some studying. He's cute and says things like, "Luminos... in... your heart." I just laughed at the fact that the spell is "Lumos," and the light is emulated on the tip of the wand and cannot be placed where the caster desires. I marveled in adoration as he continued to do such things. He's pretty amazing. I'm really excited to share many more moments with him.
That's all for now.
Naturally, to channel all my magical ability, I would need a wand. So, just like in the books, I had one. I made it from a simple piece of wood. I took a chisel, drill, hammer, and any other power tool I could find that would do the trick. Including one really scary thing that spins really fast and makes a very loud noise. By the end of my adventure, I had a beautiful wand to call my own. I stained it to give it a color I liked and I practiced in my back yard and on some Boggarts hiding in my barn. It worked like a charm. And still does. A day or so after making my wand (Phoenix feather) I made a second. One that looked very much like my own. I would use the same core so they could be brothers. I stained it a different color, but it works just as beautifully.
This brother wand has been sitting in my bedroom waiting for the one person to wield it. I had always been waiting for the right boy to come along and match the magic I was (am) capable of. I found him. I gave the brother wand to Jaten on Tuesday for his birthday. He deserves it; I'm falling for him. While Jaten isn't as keen on spell knowledge as I am, I trust this tangible token will inspire some studying. He's cute and says things like, "Luminos... in... your heart." I just laughed at the fact that the spell is "Lumos," and the light is emulated on the tip of the wand and cannot be placed where the caster desires. I marveled in adoration as he continued to do such things. He's pretty amazing. I'm really excited to share many more moments with him.
That's all for now.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Just a Few Thoughts
1. I met a boy at an Italian restaurant a few weeks ago. He's kind of cool, I guess. His name is Jaten. He's 140 lbs, has red hair, and apparently doesn't smell as much as most people. He's a phenomenal conversationalist and is extremely gentlemanly. He has a freckle on his right bicep that resembles an upside-down rendition of the country of Argentina. That is a bit Ironic because he served his LDS mission there a few years ago. For our first date he took me to lunch, the gigantic U on the side of the mountain in the SLC valley, and to the theaters on his campus; he's an acting major at the University of Utah. This leads me to number two.
2. Because he's an acting major, he spends time in theaters. Because I am a male, I am naturally competitive. This inherit trait leads me to be really ambitious in my field. I was, already, pretty intent on being the best I can, but now I am more-so. Now I want to be impressive to him, because he continues to impress me. I'm going to excel this year no matter what happens with Jaten. On that some note of doing fucking awesome, I was awarded at the end of last year a Half Tuition Waiver. That in it and of its self is kind of amazing and rewarding. At the beginning of this years first AAT (Associated Actors and Technicians) Catherine Zublin, one of my favorite professors, informed me that the department had extra money and was awarding me a FULL Tuition Waiver. Of course I was thrilled. Ecstatic. I hugged her. It is a really great feeling knowing that your department likes you and your contributions so much that they will pay for your schooling.
3. With the money my parents are saving from me getting a sweet full ride scholarship, I want to buy a camera. I AM the AAT Historian, which means that I will be responsible for documenting everything that happens this 2011-2012 school year which includes the AAT season. I am in the process of convincing my parents to do this for me, I hope they do it. That would be the tits.
4. We're going to look back on number one, and everything about Jaten. Mostly because I like talking about him. A lot. He's incredibly cute, silly, and he likes to play along with all the Derek-like things that I do. He's in a show at the Lab in SLC, but last night after it ended, he drove all the way up here to have a nice little nap in the treehousecargonet in my tree. Before actually making it to the cargo net, I took him to two very good places in the Ogden area. The first was my favorite set of swings. Just a few minutes from my home, a town called Pleasant View has both some high-ass swings that are just amazing, and a surprisingly pleasant view. But no view of Ogden compares to the view from location number two: the infamous Frog Rock. Made popular by Weber High student as one of the only make-out spots in the Weber Valley, this rock over looks the entire city and all the lights the night has to offer. I am pleased to announce that this boy is both a hopeless romantic like myself, but also a very good kisser. After some very good conversation in my cargo net, we decided that actual sleep was our best bet. Trouble is, when you're in a bed with a cute boy, sleeping is SOOOOOO boring. Instead we cuddled and kissed a lot. Great fun. :)
5. Our dearest Calves is going to Bible College in Boise, Idaho next week and to celebrate her growing up, we all went 80's dancing. It was extremely fun and really easy to keep up with the trends of that decade. I dressed as a punk-ass-mothuh-fuckuh who listens to punk-ass-mothuh-fuckin music. It was great. We totally rocked that house down! Jaten went too and he's cute. :)
That will be the end of this post, but keep in mind that Jaten is adorable.
2. Because he's an acting major, he spends time in theaters. Because I am a male, I am naturally competitive. This inherit trait leads me to be really ambitious in my field. I was, already, pretty intent on being the best I can, but now I am more-so. Now I want to be impressive to him, because he continues to impress me. I'm going to excel this year no matter what happens with Jaten. On that some note of doing fucking awesome, I was awarded at the end of last year a Half Tuition Waiver. That in it and of its self is kind of amazing and rewarding. At the beginning of this years first AAT (Associated Actors and Technicians) Catherine Zublin, one of my favorite professors, informed me that the department had extra money and was awarding me a FULL Tuition Waiver. Of course I was thrilled. Ecstatic. I hugged her. It is a really great feeling knowing that your department likes you and your contributions so much that they will pay for your schooling.
3. With the money my parents are saving from me getting a sweet full ride scholarship, I want to buy a camera. I AM the AAT Historian, which means that I will be responsible for documenting everything that happens this 2011-2012 school year which includes the AAT season. I am in the process of convincing my parents to do this for me, I hope they do it. That would be the tits.
4. We're going to look back on number one, and everything about Jaten. Mostly because I like talking about him. A lot. He's incredibly cute, silly, and he likes to play along with all the Derek-like things that I do. He's in a show at the Lab in SLC, but last night after it ended, he drove all the way up here to have a nice little nap in the treehousecargonet in my tree. Before actually making it to the cargo net, I took him to two very good places in the Ogden area. The first was my favorite set of swings. Just a few minutes from my home, a town called Pleasant View has both some high-ass swings that are just amazing, and a surprisingly pleasant view. But no view of Ogden compares to the view from location number two: the infamous Frog Rock. Made popular by Weber High student as one of the only make-out spots in the Weber Valley, this rock over looks the entire city and all the lights the night has to offer. I am pleased to announce that this boy is both a hopeless romantic like myself, but also a very good kisser. After some very good conversation in my cargo net, we decided that actual sleep was our best bet. Trouble is, when you're in a bed with a cute boy, sleeping is SOOOOOO boring. Instead we cuddled and kissed a lot. Great fun. :)
5. Our dearest Calves is going to Bible College in Boise, Idaho next week and to celebrate her growing up, we all went 80's dancing. It was extremely fun and really easy to keep up with the trends of that decade. I dressed as a punk-ass-mothuh-fuckuh who listens to punk-ass-mothuh-fuckin music. It was great. We totally rocked that house down! Jaten went too and he's cute. :)
That will be the end of this post, but keep in mind that Jaten is adorable.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Q
I concurred a great many of my fears this last weekend.
1. I rode a horse. While I've done this before, it remains to scare me. In addition to the stamped of these wild beasts, I would also frightened by the fact that we had not one of those door-handle like thingys to hold onto. The trip itself was not that bad, Quigly (my horses name) held his own and me too. He was a champ and we talked one another through the entire experience.
2. I shot the "Tube." After being assigned an inner tube, a helmet, and (if you're wearing a bikini bottom) a leather diaper, one must hike a quarter mile up a hill to find the beginning of a scary-ass water slide powered by river water. I had to sign a waver to do such an activity, and I was not excited. essecially, there is a damn at the top of the slide that collects water as you fasten yourself appropriately in the slide. When the damn is compromised, the weight of the water pushes you at warp speed down the hill into a pool at the bottom. I call it screaming, but everyone else called it a handsome "Man Cry." --I was doing that a lot.
3. I fucking zip-lined! Holy shit was that scary. Essentially, you attach yourself to a metal string and slide down a mountain. One is in control of how fast one goes by using your hand as a break... That is, of course, if the lines are dry. They were not. Fuck that shit.
All in all, I really enjoyed Buena Vista. It was very pretty, and a lot of fun. I spent an amazing two nights with my best friends and some new ones too. We sang, we drank (a little) we jumped in the pool naked. Or, at least, I did... I do that sometimes.
Costa Rica is great, but now that all the excursions are over, I'm thinking the initial appeal of the country is kind of dying. I'm ready to be home. I'm ready for some Del Taco and Monkee time.
1. I rode a horse. While I've done this before, it remains to scare me. In addition to the stamped of these wild beasts, I would also frightened by the fact that we had not one of those door-handle like thingys to hold onto. The trip itself was not that bad, Quigly (my horses name) held his own and me too. He was a champ and we talked one another through the entire experience.
2. I shot the "Tube." After being assigned an inner tube, a helmet, and (if you're wearing a bikini bottom) a leather diaper, one must hike a quarter mile up a hill to find the beginning of a scary-ass water slide powered by river water. I had to sign a waver to do such an activity, and I was not excited. essecially, there is a damn at the top of the slide that collects water as you fasten yourself appropriately in the slide. When the damn is compromised, the weight of the water pushes you at warp speed down the hill into a pool at the bottom. I call it screaming, but everyone else called it a handsome "Man Cry." --I was doing that a lot.
3. I fucking zip-lined! Holy shit was that scary. Essentially, you attach yourself to a metal string and slide down a mountain. One is in control of how fast one goes by using your hand as a break... That is, of course, if the lines are dry. They were not. Fuck that shit.
All in all, I really enjoyed Buena Vista. It was very pretty, and a lot of fun. I spent an amazing two nights with my best friends and some new ones too. We sang, we drank (a little) we jumped in the pool naked. Or, at least, I did... I do that sometimes.
Costa Rica is great, but now that all the excursions are over, I'm thinking the initial appeal of the country is kind of dying. I'm ready to be home. I'm ready for some Del Taco and Monkee time.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
CR And Shit.
There is a sense of danger on the streets here. Everyone keeps their belongings close and no one wears anything in their back pockets. Fare for the bus is taken out ahead of time, so one isn’t caught looking through a purse in the presence of strangers. It is recommended that no one go out at night—I don’t agree. The sidewalk, even when well lit, has a sensation of suspicious activity. One is constantly being watched, and no one seems to think otherwise. The homes, as secure as they can be, have bars on the windows and alarms set to kill. Each house, no matter the neighborhood, has a fence encasing it scantily clad in barbed wire and spikes. It must be hard to be a teenager in this country. Not only would it prove difficult to sneak out of your bedroom window because of the metal bars, but surely the roof of the house directly next you ones would not appreciate the weight of an escapee. For a lot of places, there is literally no yard. Homes might as well just share spices kept on their respective spice racks and not bother with dry wall at all. Sound travels easily here, as no one makes any; safe for the children and the dogs about, they all feel it is rude to be noisy at night (less so in the morning). This would make having an underage drinking party especially difficult considering all they want to do is drink, dance, and screw. What else do they have to do?
It seems that wherever I go, I get stared at for standing out just a little. Whether it be my gaudily stripped t-shirt, or my rolled up, Capri-like skinny jeans. People are always staring. Oddly enough, most of the males have either a Mohawk or a rattail hanging from the back of their heads. That is what they should be concerned about. If you thought boobs were big in Utah, you should reconsider the thought. They are huge here, especially on Friday and Saturday nights. Women wear tight fitted clothing (like everywhere) and some kind of support system that makes their chest stick out like a male erection. Finally, women are on par! Only kidding.
No one seems to mind that there is so much graffiti on the buildings that line the roads. Maybe they do mind, but no one seems to bother covering it up. I have to say, a lot of it is really impressive. Chelsea has been taking pictures of it, so if you’re interested, refer to her photo albums on the Faus when she uploads them. Art does exist in this culture, but not how one would think. There are a lot of places in towns that sell painted souvenirs and handmade bracelets (beautiful!), in addition to the evasive paintings on the walls of abandoned homes. There are galleries, but I doubt people attend them. I’ve visited the National Theater in downtown San Jose and there are some really pretty statues. The theater holds orchestras but as far as I can tell, no live theater. That is a bummer.
It is perfectly normal to see someone just laying on the sidewalk trying to catch a few hours of sleep before waking up to their life without many privileges. In addition, there are people who are trying to sell their different things (pork rinds, tortilla chips, cell phone cases, newspapers, etc.) in the streets—I don’t know how well it works, but if it works for them it works. There are also the select few who have to neat talent of being able to either ride a unicycle or juggle bowling pins. I’ve only seen two performers who can do both. These people also work on the streets, showing off for the cars that are stopped at traffic lights and collecting any money they can.
Costa Rica is a strange place. I like it here, but I’m ready to come home.
It seems that wherever I go, I get stared at for standing out just a little. Whether it be my gaudily stripped t-shirt, or my rolled up, Capri-like skinny jeans. People are always staring. Oddly enough, most of the males have either a Mohawk or a rattail hanging from the back of their heads. That is what they should be concerned about. If you thought boobs were big in Utah, you should reconsider the thought. They are huge here, especially on Friday and Saturday nights. Women wear tight fitted clothing (like everywhere) and some kind of support system that makes their chest stick out like a male erection. Finally, women are on par! Only kidding.
No one seems to mind that there is so much graffiti on the buildings that line the roads. Maybe they do mind, but no one seems to bother covering it up. I have to say, a lot of it is really impressive. Chelsea has been taking pictures of it, so if you’re interested, refer to her photo albums on the Faus when she uploads them. Art does exist in this culture, but not how one would think. There are a lot of places in towns that sell painted souvenirs and handmade bracelets (beautiful!), in addition to the evasive paintings on the walls of abandoned homes. There are galleries, but I doubt people attend them. I’ve visited the National Theater in downtown San Jose and there are some really pretty statues. The theater holds orchestras but as far as I can tell, no live theater. That is a bummer.
It is perfectly normal to see someone just laying on the sidewalk trying to catch a few hours of sleep before waking up to their life without many privileges. In addition, there are people who are trying to sell their different things (pork rinds, tortilla chips, cell phone cases, newspapers, etc.) in the streets—I don’t know how well it works, but if it works for them it works. There are also the select few who have to neat talent of being able to either ride a unicycle or juggle bowling pins. I’ve only seen two performers who can do both. These people also work on the streets, showing off for the cars that are stopped at traffic lights and collecting any money they can.
Costa Rica is a strange place. I like it here, but I’m ready to come home.
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