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Name: Geoffrey
Country: Bermuda
Metro: Neverland
Gender: Male
Interests: Art, Digital Art, Reading, Listening to Music, playing my guitar, sitting infront of the computer, watching movies, photography, riding my bike, being outside, hanging with friends, driving, guns, explosions, and all that other teenage guy stuff.
Expertise: Dish Washing, Vacuming, general cleaning, babysitting, art, digital art, guitar playin, and much, much more.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Digital Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  KyleKrogen
Yahoo:  HydraZealot
Member Since:
11/5/2005
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| Aaaaaaaaaaaand..... Yeah, that's it. Not much to add despite the long time since my last update. Recent news includes that last night I went to my recital practice and the last music lesson for who knows how long. I hate mondays... . Wednesday is the actual recital. Tomorrow, to be more accurately. Me and my brothers, Dan and Adam, will be playing a single song together, High Above All Things, to be exact. I think the practice went well, but I only know how well my brother's did on account of not being able to hear my own instrument over them. *sigh*
My goal to read 50 books this year was off to a good start but died horribly when I ran out of reading material. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up some new paper, with writing on, and hit my goal. But, somehow, I don't think I'm actually going to make the deadline.
Beyond that, my life has been dull and uneventful. Well, I have to go. It's almost time to leave for school. Oh, and tomorrow I graduate from Basic Skills. Huzzah! I will fully graduate mid-June. Double huzzah!
Oh, and SPATULA!!!
Geoff-
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| It's been awhile since I updated last. I just haven't had the motivation to do so. But now, since I have nothing else to do, I feel that I should update. Writing down a few words is better then none, right? Well, life has been pretty normal since I last updated. School is school, the home life is as much a scream as ever, and to top things off I'm incredibly ill right now. Yep, ill. Got a fever, a monstrous headache (I feel like someone kicked me in the back of the head, and a stuffy nose. All in all that's getting off pretty lightly. My siblings have also been sick, most of them reaching high temperatures. Lucky for me my highest temperature had not reached the near critical levels, although Rebecca and Holly's temperatures got pretty high.
Beyond being sick my days are mostly filled with playing with my siblings, playing video games (Need for Speed Carbon is currently dominating my Xbox, but I'm also playing Marvel: Ultimate Alliance), doing homework, and reading books. Sadly I've run out of books to read, but I have made a personal goal to read 50 books this year, and already I'm off to a good start. I plan to update this blog more often, and each time give an update on my reading goal by listing the names of the books I'm reading, the books I've read, the number of pages, and of course; the authors of aforementioned books.
My list of finished books so far:
1]The Color of Magic - Terry Pratchett - 210pgs
2]The Light Fantastic - Terry Pratchett - 241pgs
3]Only You Can Save Mankind - Terry Pratchett - 207pgs
4]The Wintersmith - Terry Pratchett - 323pgs
5]Johnny and the Dead - Terry Pratchett - 213pgs
Currently Reading:
The Mainspring of Human Progress - Henry Grady Weaver - 263pgs
Now we get to the end of my update. I hope you are all well and in good health.
Until Next Time:
Davendude-
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| While at Gleanings we went to a pond to swim. I did some swimming and then got bored, so I pulled out my notebook and pen and wrote a story about, of all things, Santa Claus. And here it is for you all to read. Enjoy!
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It was a dark and stormy night the day Chris Kringle, aka Santa Claus,
retired. Production was down, moral was low, and more and more children
refused to believe in him- also a series of factory accidents involving
latex flavored bubblegum had reduced the elven population by half.
There was nothing else for him to do, except cash in his chips and
retire...
He sold his factory to a cheese factory company,
sold his reindeer to the local butcher, and sold the elves into
slavery- I hear they're getting along very well working in commercials
for an African knock-off of the Keebler
Elves. The cookies are good at least. with all the money Santa made off
selling his life away he made enough to move to Hawaii...
But
then disaster struck once more. He caught Mrs. Claus cheating on him
with the Easter Bunny. He ended up wasting all his money in divorce
court and ended up unable to pay the rent of his new Hawaiian home.
Life could not be more depressing. He ended up sleeping on the side of
the road, no home, no food. He once snowy white beard became dark with
dirt and yellow with nicotine, oh, did I forget to mention he took up
smoking in his depression? So sorry. Now back to the story. Ragged
clothes became the norm and the smell was a constant companion. He grew
skinny from the lack of nourishing food, or any food for that matter,
and ceased to resemble the jolly symbol of Christmas... Life was hell
to say the least...
But then life took a turn for the better, for once. 'Ol
Santa, or Christopher as he went by now, found a job at a local Donut
Shop. At first he was a simple donut glazier and slowly worked his way
up to cashier. The skills he made in his previous life, more precisely
his management skills, made him a prime candidate for the position of
Assistant Manager. Money was rolling in like fat rolls and now he had
enough, money that is, to afford to eat properly and rent an apartment.
Showering came shortly afterwards- soap is expensive after all. Money
was now filling his pockets and extra donuts were filling his stomach
just as quickly, if not faster. His beard, after he quit smoking,
returned to it's nice fluffy whiteness and he was gaining weight at
last. In a month he looked like the Santa Claus again, fat rolls and
all. Everyone commented on how he reminded them of Santa Claus or how
they'd always imagined Santa Claus looked like. He would just smile at
them and laugh, it was a jolly laugh too. Life was good again, but
sadly it was not to last...
As it turns out Comet, the reindeer, had survived the slaughter house
and joined the Circus. There he learned to speak; a difficult task for
an animal with mouth designed for eating grass. Anyways, Comet learned
to talk and the first thing he did with his new found voice was to
accuse Chris Kringle, Santa Claus, of the many crimes and offenses
committed by the jolly 'ol
gift giver. He spoke of the slaughter house, the butchered reindeer,
and the enslaved elves. The court was unable to locate the Elves in
order for them to Testify, but the former Mrs. Claus, now married for
the fifth time with Jack Frost, came out of hiding to testify against
her former husband...
All of this happened at the same time that 'ol
Chris returned to his former jolly self. He was completely unaware of
the storm headed his way. He was in for a rude awakening, that was for
sure...
The day was bright and sunny the day Christopher made
his way to work. Business was good and loads more fun then delivering
presents had ever been. True he missed his sleigh, but that faded when
brought a mustang with all the stops...
He exited his car, now
parked behind the donut shop, and made is way to the front door and
into the Donut Shop, his Shop now that he was the Manager. Instead of
being greeted by his smiling co-workers he was greeted with the
unnerving stare of a dozen police officers, each with a donut in one
hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Christopher was arrested for
cruelty to animals, cruelty to fairy tale creatures, illegal slave
trading, and operating a factory on the North Pole without a license.
He went to court and was sentenced to life imprisonment. He died a week
later when a fellow inmate, who'd never gotten a presents from Santa as
a child- on account of being bad all the time, knifed Santa in the back
while Christopher was lifting weights in the courtyard. Paramedics did
not arrive soon enough. Strangely, his beard was never found...
The moral of this story is that one turn deserves another, no matter
what you do your past crimes will catch you up in the end. You can run
and you can hide, but it'll bite you in the buttocks no matter what you
do. Also, even bad children deserve presents from Santa Claus... THE END
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| I'm back, and have been for a week and a half. Been busy, hence no
recent updates. Gleanings was totally awesome. Words cannot explain
just how awesome it was. So I won't try. Just know that it was awesome
and a great experience. I'm back in Oregon and having to get used to
the colder weather. Even after just a week in California I was getting
used to the heat. I started school and it's..well... it's school. Not
much different then last year save for the new subjects. I'm doing
economics for the first time. Tis hard, but it's mostly reading so it's
not so bad. I'm taking two classes at basics skills. Writing
Fundementals and Drawing. Drawing I'm totaly enjoying so far and
Writing Fundementals has just reared the ugly head of difficult
homeword. EEK!
Today me and Josh went to the Petitmermet's shop and painted a new coat
of aluminium paint on the roof. It was long, blinding work and very,
very messy. The paint is water proof, or incredibly resistant, and I
had to use gasoline to get it off my hands, arms, knees, face, and
chest. Yes, I got paint everywhere. It was fun, though, and it felt
good to get out of the house and do something. On a similar note: I
have a killer headache from using gasoline in a small cramp bathroom.
Arg! Ouch!
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| Going to Gleanings!
Yeah, so I won't be back till the 3rd, or something like that. I'll be down in Denuba California, or Sultana. Depends on who you ask. Some say Gleanings is in Denuba and some say it's part of Sultana. Oh well, I prefer to say it's in Denuba because Denuba sounds so much better. And the Unoffical Mt. Denuba is right behind the facility, so it must be in Denuba.
But I digress... constantly.
See ya'llz when I get back! Don't take over the world without me!
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