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And He's Back

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 04:15:41 GMT

Wow, its been nearly a month. I guess I got really sidetracked by loads of stuff. Anyway, there is so much to cover. I will probably forget most everything, but here is my attempt at actually talking about what has been happening.

First, I got this new fun video game system (well, my bro did, but we all mess around with it). It's that new Wii thing, and its a blast to play with the family. Its great for new gamers, and it was funny to see my relatives ask about what it was, get interested, and eventually play around with it. It's fun and easy to play. It was a little embarrasing to have some people that never play video games (my Uncle for example) beat me. It has been loads of fun.

Next, Thanksgiving. Lots and lots of family came over, as well as my brother Tim. As usual, I ate to a point that is unhealthy. Yes, little scrawny me can eat a lot, and I did. Of course, as I usually do, I had lots and lots of soda. Leftovers lasted a while, but I survived.

Then we had this manhood thing for me. I know its more than a month past my eighteenth birthday, but that was the schedule that worked. What our family does is invite some relatives and goes golfing and come home for a talk and a meal. When we went golfing, and I will just say I got the worst score you could get, and leave it at that. Use your imagination, it will be more entertaning for you and less humiliating for me. We had king crab legs, and I ate two. They were the best crab legs ever. Very, very good. I also got a gift, a nifty ring. It's Titanium and black and silver. It's pretty cool because the middle black band is actually a seperate ring that can be taken out or put back in. Nifty gifties.

Afterwards, we did some Christmas decoration. We now have two artifical trees, one white, one green (I miss the days of those real trees). Other decorations are going up, but that takes time and means our family room shall be very messy for a long while. Also, that means all the fun Christmas stuff is happening. Christmas music, Christmas drinks (Peppermint Mocha!), Christmas decorations, and of course, beautiful commercial and private decorations. We live in and near pretty populated areas, so, we can see some really nice decorations. Of course, my favourite part is the shopping. I generally hate shopping, but at Christmas time, it all works out.

Now, for some great and weird stories. I had to get some blood tested the other day. It was about four vials worth. How do you get your blood taken into vials? Right, needles. I have a phobia of needles. I had an epiphany the other day, who doesn't hate needles? Well, the way I react when I see needles is different than most. I generall flinch and get sweaty palms and all, but when I actually get the shot, I start laughing and smiling uncontrollably. It's really bad. The lady giving me the needle asked if I was ok, and I told her I just hate needles. For the rest of the withdrawl (which, btw, took way too long), I just kept randomly laughing. It was a sight to see. For the rest of the day, I was a hypochondriac freaking out when anything touched my arm. I was convinced my arm would lop off or something. Not fun.

For NCFCA, I watched an LD tournament, have been preparing for five speeches, and then right before Pt. Loma registration, I got a TP partnership proposal from Noah Oberlander. Of course, I couldn't refuse, so at Pt. Loma, I am doing TP. I am excited, but now I have less than a month to do tons of research. Not cool. But, of course I shall survive ;p.

Finally, it was my dad's birthday today! He, of course, turned 27, and is looking just as young as ever. It was a great day, going out to lunch. Everyone ate at Panda Express while I ran off to Arby's where they horribly messed up my order. In the end, I nearly got $2 off my meal because of their mistakes, so it all worked out. We went shopping, opening gifts, reading cards, and loads of other stuff. Life has been good. I think I missed loads, but I will post with more updates as I can :).

Sup...

Thu, 16 Nov 2006 02:50:09 GMT

To answer my own question, not much. I really don't have much to say about any previous going ons, but I wanted to post cause I haven't in a while. In addition, I do have one important announcement. Brett Walker and Kyle Forti (a former CA debater) won their RR as well. I have suddenly noticed my good friends (and siblings) seem to be winning tournaments. Coincidence? I think not...

Ok, ok, I was just smart enough to befriend the winners. So there

Heggems Unite

Tue, 07 Nov 2006 03:36:15 GMT

We recently had our birthday for our October and November birthdays in our family, and it was a great time. I occassionally try being introspective, and I came to some brilliant conclusions. I found out that I get along very well with my Heggem side of the family. To explain well, it is time for some family history. My mom's side of the family is the Harwood side, my dad's side is the Heggem side. They are just very different families, which isn't bad at all, I love them both to death. However, they are very different, and I fit in with the Heggem side very well.

Harwoods like those fancy sit down restaurants, I like the fastfood chains. Harwoods are more traditional (talking of the past), Heggems more modern (talking of present and future). I mean, these are just a few areas. I really can't emphasize how different the families are, but how they can get along. The Heggems...just have this aura about them. I love it, I am a Heggem at heart.

So were at the party. Lately our family has been...rather productive. We have quite a few little babies and toddlers, not to mention plenty of people that act like toddlers. I'll just say being eighteen hasn't changed much. I love to hang out with Trevor a lot, but one of the newer additions to the family, Leila, has been of my particular interest. Little Leila is very young, not even a year old (if my memory serves me). That hasn't stopped her from growing lots of hair on her head, gosh, she has so much, and it is the softest, best hair ever. But she is just cute as a button. I love little kids, but most are either mellow or always sad (maybe its just after they meet me), but Leila is highly responsive to what people do, is very energetic, stubborn, and usually very happy. In other words, she is my type of baby. I playe with her forever, had my hair pulled, glasses slobbered on, and most head beaten with a spatula (sp?). Probably my favourite part about Leila is her happy squeel. She does not laugh when she is happy, she screams bloody murder. I always looked up expecting tears and a sad face, but she was always estatic when she make that scream. That scream was the focus of much attention from the whole family, we all thought it was the cutest thing ever. And it was. You have to see it to believe it.

Another brilliant conclusion I came to...I don't have a butt. Worse than that, excersising (sp?) will make the back...leg...torso...area...very sore. Very, very sore. I now sit on soft chairs with pillows on top all day and I still have one sore rump. Even when I eat a lot of fattening food, I just can't do anything fix my keester. :Sigh:

Oh, and Samantha Nasser won her Team Policy Round Robin that she was at. I and other friends of her were just expecting that all along, but having it official...well that didn't change much actually. Anyway, she won.

Thar She Blows

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 04:44:49 GMT

Remember that Dump-N-Go I referred to? There was only one, and here is a picture of that gas station. In fact, that is the bush I took a Dump in. Oddly enough, a few days after that, a beautiful palm tree grew there. Odd.

Being an Adult

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 20:38:05 GMT

So, on October the 27, I became eighteen. A lot of people have been asking me if I have been feeling different or if I feel more mature or similiar stuff, and I will just to the point right now (I had enough senseless suspense in my last post ;p). No, I don't really feel any different. I have never found that becoming a different age magically makes you cooler or dumber or anything like that. So, sorry, no really amazing stories there (though I am registering to vote and get drafted. Mmmm, drafting.). However, I have my other fair share of good stories.

My two little brothers are doing their first year of debate. My brother Stephen went 3-2 in his first varsity track round robin, and in two or three of those rounds, he was the highest ranked speaker (despite being a novice). Philip went in the novice track, and went to the final round. Not only that, he won the final round, going undefeated at the tournament. In addition, he was the fourth place speaker. Yay! Yeah, I am bragging about my family, but I can do that.

Not only did I turn eighteen, but my Grandfather (my mom's dad) turned 75. He drove up from Arizona and we ate at this nice restaurant where I had my best serving of pasta ever. It was very different. I am a very big eater and I love normal spaghetti sauce, but instead I had this special lemon sauce and very vegetably pasta. Sounds weird? Well, it does, but it was great.

However, my favourite story so far was going to my boring Algebra class today. Right off the bat, the day just started weird. The teacher came in late, and looked she just got hit by a truck. She was wearing what looked like very oversized PJs. She brought in a bottle of water, and was constantly taking huge draughts. Not only that, she was very moody. She was either laughing a whole ton or being unusually upset. Not only that, but she kept spilling her water. I came to a possible conclusion in my mind, but no, it couldn't be. It turns out I was right. She admitted a few minutes into class that she "had a drinking problem". I don't know if she was hung over or still slightly drunk, but she was pretty unusual all day. By the end of the class, she was more sober. Interesting observation. When sober, she always uses printing. When not so sober, she uses cursive. Just thought I would share. Sadly, it will be another three years before I can join my teacher in her bar hopping adventures ;p.

Dump-N-Go

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 20:33:00 GMT

I now have the rights to a cheesy pun. I am proud of it, and I will not easily give up the right to this cheesy pun. I worked hard for it, and I deserve it after all I have been through. First, before I explain my story, I will name the other popular cheesy pun to give you a better understanding of what I am talking about.

Here in California, In-N-Out is one of our favourite restraunts. It's a nice, fast food burger joint. So, we went there with some friends of ours and then went to a park afterwards. Several of the kids went on those little circle spinner things, and my two older brothers started spinning that baby as fast as they could. Not smart. Soon, one of our friends got green in the face and began to slowly but surely lean out more and more. Finally, he just let go, flew out of the spinner, and just fell onto the ground puking everywhere. As the rest of the family and friends went to help our poor little friend, my older brothers remarked, "Ohhhh, THAT'S why its called In-N-Out". My brothers are sensitive like that.

Anyway, so now I am going to the gas station we affectionately call "Dump-N-Go". Yes, I am sure you have already connected the dots. Supposedly, the gas station was supposed to be called "Pump-N-Go", but if so, they made the worst "p" ever. I was being dropped off there to walk to my Gavilan class. Time to backtrack to make more sense of the story...again (don't you love the suspense?).

Previously, and somewhat randomly, my father decided to make us kids competitive. He wanted us to do as many push ups, sit ups, squats, etc. as we could. So, we did tons of those till we dropped dead. I am not a physically active guy, so it really was tough. The next day, I woke up with very sore legs. I mean, walking was hard, going down stares was nearly impossible, and any moving I did was slow, painful, and looked very unnaturral. This lasted three days, and I was at Dumo-N-Go at day two.

I recently took some meds that were making me feel a little weird. The previous day, I actually said that I felt like vomitting, but I must have been wrong since nothing happened. The next day, I was right. We are driving to the Dump-N-Go, and I say I am about to make a dump myself. I roll down the window, and fight it off for about five minutes. Let's just say not vommiting in the car was tough. Really tough. I will spare you the details, but I have a feeling most of you guys would have gone sometime in the car.

As soon as the car stops, I opened the door and let loose. My dad didn't even know, but I told him and mentioned I was still feeling bad. He told me to go to the bushes and I did and just kept going and going. I got a little bit of an audience, that was cute. I went for a while and let out a lot, and now I needed to walk home. That was two miles away. My dad had to drive to work (it was a really important meeting, he isn't heartless ;p), so I was alone. Before I went, I wanted to do some clean up.

I walk over to the lady. She is handing back change and selling drinks and what not. Then I come in. I tried to explain I had thrown up and that I wanted to clean it up. Her face was priceless. I swear, I have never seen a more entertaining face. She looks around and gives me a little rag to clean up. She said I could throw it away when I was done. I was thinking...

Now I am walking home on my sore legs. Not cool. The best news is that I met a cute girl from my Gavilan class walking to school, asking if I was walking there too. She is probably not the brightest kid in the school, because I was walking away from the school, but I mentioned that I was walking home because I got sick. She wished I get well, and all the sudden, I got a lot better. Ok, I am not that fickle, but it was a breath of fresh air. Teehee. Long story short, I made it home mostly alive. That was enough adventure for a long time.

I'll be here all Week

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 04:42:22 GMT

After waiting a while, I got my fan base crying out for another update to my Xanga. Thank you Olivia, you make me feel special. Don't worry, I am a live and kicking, just lazy. Anyway...here's what has been happening.

First, I saw the funniest thing during a drive. I mean, this made America's Funniest Home Videos look like some childish show with no sense of humor. This was the topper. I was driving to one of my schools, and this guy was skate boarding at a pretty fast speed (running speed at least, maybe faster). There he was, staring off into oblivion. Then suddenly he must have hit something, because he flew off his skateboard face first. Not only that, but his skateboard flipped sideways. So, faceplant followed by hitting his own skateboard. It's tough to describe, but it was priceless. I lauged out pretty dang hard, but to respect his pain, I didn't point or make a show or anything. How sweet of me.

Next, I went bike riding for the first time in a long, long time. It was probably about four miles or less both ways, so it wasn't that bad. However, I discovered that my bicycle doesn't have a cushion. No, it has a metal spike with leather strapped to it. The fact that I don't have a butt didn't help either. Let's just summarize the whole bike ride to these two words, it hurt.

I also took my SAT. Didn't feel bad about it, but didn't feel good about it either. Crossing my fingers there. Then again, I have never set my goal for some super nice school like some of my family. I will still be happy not going into some amazing school.

Finally, my parents left for a while. They had a two day vacation (from us;p) that really helped them relax. However, it also allowed us kids to relax. I think my parents got that idea when my sister Lydia discovered that my parents had not left for their vacation, and innocently (yet loudly) asked, "Why not?". We can't miss you if you don't leave.

Oh, almost forgot, something rather scary happened today. My dad and I went to In-N-Out (for those of you pretty far east of California, it is a really excellent burger joint) and my dad ordered some fries. When my dad got full, he began to throw some leftover fries and scraps to the birds. Tons of birds came, it was fun too see. We enjoyed watching the birds eat. Then my dad and I began to notice a few...disturbing observations. Several of the birds had deformaties in their legs. Several legs had limps or grew too large in certain areas or similiar instances. The most disturbing observation was that two or three birds had a leg with no foot. These were like Darwin's Finchs...on crack. Luckily I didn't have any fries, but we have been watching my dad carefully. Perhaps Uranium as the secret ingredient for their French Fries was not the best idea.

Babysitting Technique that Works!

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 03:48:48 GMT

I know this says the same day, but its really not. One was posted very late last night, and this one is being posted today. First, something I forgot to mention.

Last night I watched the Raiders and Niner game. The Raiders played the Niners in preseason and won by a healthy lead, but the Niners absolutely clobbered the Raiders (who have actually had a good start so far, winning all 4 preseason games). The Raiders were winning the first half, but then what soon followed was a complete slaughter house. Just as the Raiders were about to make a touchdown, the Niners intercepted and got a touchback. After that, two more interceptions (all three were done by the same player too) happened and they even picked up a fumble to end the game 34-20. The best part is my lil bro Noah is a Raider fan. I think our whole family just roots for the Niners to annoy him ;p.

Ok, now to the point of this thread. I am currently babysitting, but I found a very useful technique. Noah, Lydia, and Tori all come in whining about how the other sibling has wronged them (sprayed a water bottle at them, oh the misery). Anyway, I listened to their incoherent babbling for about 30 seconds, and then I told Lydia to take off her glasses and give me the water bottle. Lydia and Tori were lost, but Noah (of course the guy figured it out), sly thing that he is, shouts "firing squad!". Very true. I made them line up, and gave them all a healthy spray. They then wanted to tell me the whole story, but I told them to settle the problem themselves unless they wanted to get sprayed again. My strategy worked quite effectively. I am open for babysitting techniques. I require $10 an hour, but besides that, I am pretty flexible.

Listen to your fortune cookies!

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 04:30:31 GMT

Wow, a bit of fun stuff this week. Let's see, I will start off with probably my most favorite day in a long time. Why was it my most favorite day? To summarize, I had three fast food meals in the same day. One fast food meal makes me happy, three make me unbelievably estatic.

I had just finished my Intermediate Algebra class, and my dad was going to do some shopping for debate boxes for my two brothers. I love to use those huge ones that you carry around, and now we are sort of making a family tradition out of this. We managed to get one good deal, but are still looking for another good debate box.

I have decided to take a break for a moment and take this time to remember my first, most wonderful debate box. I was an idiot, and within a few days dragged one of the wheels across some dirt road so a pebble stopped the wheel from moving. So, instead what we had was the wheel simply dragging across the ground. Eventually, there was a huge hole in the wheel. From then on, it made a machine gun sound whenever I moved it anywhere. I was feared.

Ok, back to shopping. I took my dad to Panda Express, and I went to a new Arby's that just opened. Suffice to say, we were both very happy. As my dad was opening his fortuen cookie, I was at a stop sign. I am a safe, yet aggressive driver. I did have the time to quickly go through the stop sign and avoid the two other cars, come on, I was in a parking lot. Afterwards, my dad advised me not do what I did again, and swore that at least one of the drivers was muttering something under his breath. Finally, my dad got back to his forture cookie to see it say, "You have a long road ahead of you. Drive Safely". Whoever said that fortune cookies are not accurate was wrong! Listen to them, ok? You may be putting your or your loved ones' lives in danger.

I then drove to another school to take an AP Lit class. Finished that, and then had to run an errand to Quiznos to feed my bros, and I got a meal too:). I then drove home, and was immediately told to go to Little Caesar's to feed the rest of the family. I found it funny that I had actually purchased myself to fast food meals before I could even take a bite out of one meal.

That was just one day, and man was it action packed. I have also been doing a lot of extemp work. I printed like 200 articles in a two days. I was pretty happy. Debate is sad though. No LD work so far, but a lot of TP work. I am glad I am not doing TP this year though, I just discovered that I REALLY don't like the resolution at all. I only have myself to blame for liking and voting for the resolution (actually, I still think it was the best of the three). I could freely say why I don't like the resolution, but back to the point, I need to do LD work. I plan on doing it after I take my SAT this Saturday.

Yeah, another big deal there, the SAT. Just finished an online class for it, and feeling a little more prepared, but I am hoping it will work out. I am not really worried about it, but doing well would be cool. I don't feel terribly motivated to do great, but I will give it my best shot. Wish me luck.

Part 2

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 19:02:47 GMT

Great, just great. I had all my ideas in my head, and now I am trying to finish my post, and forgot all the cool stuff that had happened so far. So, be forgiving if I forget just about everything cool that has happened so far.

I am grateful for my SAT class. Not only is getting me more prepared for my SAT, but it manages to get me out of work. I would have had 4-8 hours of working on lights, but don't worry, I wasn't a lazy bum. It all worked out when I did someone else's chores, took my class, and didn't eat out (like the people that did that worked on the lights). I dont know if I have mentioned, but even a miserable day for me can be made right as long as I eat out. The place has to be cheap, fast, and very unhealthy. If that meal follows those requirements, then I will be a happy camper for the rest of the day at least.

CHAT was exciting, I am getting all my speeches ready. Now I even have an expos topic finally chosen, an expos on memory! I really liked my non-verbal expos, but I think even this speech can rival that one. Now I have 4 speechs, just got to get the last one and then I am ready to go!

Final bit of interest is that we taped the Fugitive, the new one with Harrison Ford. Have I ever mentioned how much I love Harrison Ford? My two favourite trilogies, Indiana Jones and Star Wars, both have Harrison Ford as a main character. He is one of the coolest actors, and I can't wait for Indiana Jones 4 to star Harrison Ford again.

I think you can tell that I am running out of topics to talk about. I can tell. I promise I had a more interesting week, I had it all worked out in my head and I was in my grove, but then I had to leave. I have a short term memory, what can I say. Hopefully, next week I will be able to post and remember all the cool stuff that happened. If I keep this up, I will make my life look incredibly boring (which it really isn't).