Pirates and Angels

Let me just say this:

I like boys. Sooo much.

Today I went with my family to see a dinner show for my youngest brother's birthday. It's sort of a tradition of ours to see one of these on his birthday. We've gone to see Medieval Times twice, once in Georgia, and once in California.This year we saw Pirates, across the way from our familiar castle of swords and gladiator-style competition instead for games, romance, musicals, and acrobats.

Again, I will say it. Boys are sooo hot.

We were seated in the red section, mostly because we had barely made it to the show on time, and while we were watching the show, I noticed that our pirate, the red one, would be the one who got the girl in the end. the writing made that much obvious!

What's more, he only had an open vest over his bare chest. He and the green Pirate also spent half the show shirtless, and I think that the green pirate may actually have been hotter [he got the leading lady's best friend]!

So, me, being kinda struck blind by their looks, tried to get a picture with them, even though the green one slipped away, and came up with this:

 Ugh... boys are so hot.... =P


But, of course, it was also my brother's birthday gift, so I had to take a picture for him, too. He took a liking to the purple and orange pirates, because they were the funniest and most acrobatic. However, they weren't able to take pictures, so he got one with the captain and his wife.

For those of you who don't know him, my brother is one of the best artists around. He's been drawing since he was about two years old, and wants to go into animation as a profession. While his favorite subject for his art and animation pursuits is the Sonic World [has been since he drew the one-eyed sonic of the Sega genesis for his first drawing], he does occasionally been know to create other works for his pleasure, and yours if you read them, and is even considering to do commissions! To check out his deviantart page, click the link below:

http://aerobian-angel.deviantart.com/

Colleges and Computer Meltdowns....

My computer has been giving me issues lately, If it isn't the word product being unable to copy and paste my documents to the web, my computer has also crashed when I send certain security programs through it. Also, I had accidentally deleted the draft of the story with the finished overdue chapter. Oh well, I've got to make due, huh? I've started the next draft already, so don't fret.

The fall semester has started at Chaffey, and I've got to say that I've been very lucky to attend this school. It was questionable whether or not I would be able to get into any of the classes I had signed up for, but, out of the twenty units I signed up for, there are at least nine which I have been able to add in, and have entered the add codes for in the classes. The last three units I need, the professor is waiting just a little longer to hand out add codes, but it is a great outcome, considering that when I started the week, I wasn't enrolled in a single class.

It would be appropriate to say that I've taken the initiative to look into colleges in which to transfer. I'm not entirely sure as to which to transfer to yet, but, as I wait for my honors application to go through, I have been overseeing the benefits, and it seems that Chaffey has the best agreement with UCLA. While I've walked the campus, and have been thoroughly impressed, my first choice of the UCs would be Berkeley. 

I'm talking so much about schools because I've found it to be one of the most invigorating places. Colleges, at least certain ones, have become equated with travel destinations and famous landmarks. For me, college isn't just a place of learning. Its become a wonderland of its own sorts, where people come together and share ideas, listen to everything from Aerosmith to Edith Piaf. The sages of every subject currently known to man lend their invaluable time to us, the new, temporary denizens of these mythical locations. 

What can one say about college? You have to be there. I have to get there, to my college. I don't know which one it is, but I have to get there. 

If there was ever anything close to a utopia, it would be a good University. A place of learning and excitement. A place of culture, where one could live and let live. A place that slew ignorance, encouraged friendship, led by a true leader [its funny, sometimes principals and deans look like they would make better politicians than the ones who are].

Today will be a two-post day. I know it.

I must bid a temporary goodbye. Its Sunday, after all!

A couple of things before I post the next chapter...

Hello, Internet!

I'm writing to say that, yes, I know that my work is late. [Like, A week and a Half], but writers block is no joke! When that stuff hits you, you are unable to write anything for WEEKS.

Now, aside from that, there has been a little something in each of the story entries that I have been trying to write well enough to tell you about the characters. Has anyone been able to point out these little 'easter eggs' of mine? The device is different each time, so brush up on your literary devices, because this is a doozy!


If any one of my readers out there thinks they can figure out the prizes on the past chapters, simply post in the comments of the corresponding answer with your argument. Happy hunting!

A new chapter is still in the works!

The post pretty much says it all, but I have to say that I'm behind schedule. I'll try to post something by monday.

Broken Promises and Joyless Institutions

When we were young, our parents taught us not to swear. They told us not to say an assortment of words marked "taboo" because of societal implications, and, if our parents were religious, they certainly taught us not to take the Lord's name in vain. It is rather interesting, the concepts of words, made by man, introduced into society by man, and deemed so vial, so undignified, so basic as to be declared "swear-words", "curse-words", and altogether, "bad words", could possibly exist in a single language. Instead, they are tucked away like nuclear arms, never to be used, for fear of starting a war between two potentially disastrous forces. Cuban Missile crises, anyone?

What even more intriguing is that they are in every language known to man. 

But, as we grow up, we learn one truth, one fundamental truth, which unmistakably corrupts each and every single one of us at the hands of those we trust most: family. More specifically, parents. We, as children growing up, all remember a time when our parents accidentally mentioned a certain four-or-five letter word in a bout of anger or frustration, and how we eventually came to realize that our parents don't play by the same rules they make us follow. Parents, watch out. I would have to say that this is where you cause the torrential maelstrom that is the teen-aged years. You tell us to treat everyone equally, yet we watch your true motives slip under the cracks. You say you follow a faith, but we watch you incessantly fail to live out the lifestyle of a believer. You smile for all the world to see, yet moments ago we watch you commit a wrong, and all we want to do is expose you for the seemingly two-faced spineless individuals you raised us to dislike. In a sense, you undo all the work you put into raising us, and then wonder why we take pot shots at your weak spots. 

But this isn't just a grill for the parents, however. I'm not up at four am to talk about how evil my mother is for some obscure reason which is only a symptom of another problem. Teenagers across the western world must realize one thing: we are quickly becoming our parents. It may not be so obvious now, or maybe you know exactly what I'm talking about. However, we are failing to do what is necessary to not be like them. For those of us who had the fundamentals instilled in the days of before the great anatomical change that is puberty, we do not treat everyone with respect. We tease others and take advantage of those closest to us, rather than looking to bring out the best in others. We keep secrets from our loved ones, and we do not forgive those who have wronged us, while there are usually good reasons for us not to. However, the more that we do so, the more we  lose. If our parents are liars in our eyes, then we are usually a lot worse in the residual effect, only because we feel so betrayed by them. The longer it takes for us to forgive them, the farther behind we fall in becoming the person we always wished to be. It would be tragic for that to happen to us, seeing as that is how we would be exactly like our parents, in the worst ways possible.

Jesus of Nazareth said never to swear. To let your "yes" be "yes", and your "no" to be likewise. We break promises and commands, but that is only because we are human. We make mistakes. Carrying a scoreboard around can ensure that when the final buzzer rings, everyone's a loser. Sometimes, awakening the future requires we lay the past to rest. 

Goodnight, dear readers. Oh, And do take care to forgive the broken promises of your loved ones, less the institutions of family and friends turn into joyless ones.

With love,

Atticus.