da Vinci

My family and I went to the da Vinci exhibit at the Tech Museum. I thought it was going to be this interesting thing where we would get to see the things he invented and maybe how they compare to things that we use today. However, it was just invention after invention that looked interesting, but the descriptions didn't really say what they did. And several of the things there weren't da Vinci's inventions. I was disappointed in the exhibit. The movie that sort of went along with it was interesting though. It was called "Adrenaline Rush." It was about people that enjoy skydiving and base-jumping. It scared the crap put of me whenever I imagined myself doing what they're doing. I don't think I ever want to do something like that.

Villain.

I saw "Paul Blart: Mall Cop" yesterday, and I have to say, it was amusing. I didn't like the bad guy, though. Well, I'm not supposed to like the bad guy, but I mean I didn't like the way he talked. It was just typical movie bad guy, thinks he's so much smarter than everyone else, and he acted like it. I just think they could've come up with a better attitude for the villain. He was a weirdo, though. I did enjoy that. When he first came into the movie, I thought that he could use a shave and maybe a better haircut, but once he was the bad guy, he turned into a funny-looking nerd that needs a slap in the face. I thought the movie was decent because of that.

*First "Love"

All throughout middle school and the first semester of high school, I thought I wouldn't find someone that liked me as much as I liked them. I thought that love wasn't for me, at least not right then, and that it would take a lot of searching to find anyone that would have feelings for me. But the second semester of my freshman year of high school, I started to like a guy named Brendan. 

I hadn't realized it, but Brendan had been flirting with me for about a month. He would show up to at lunch with me and start conversations that I was uncomfortable having (because he was flirting). When I was having a conversation with someone other than him, he tried to join, if he could. When I sat down on the floor, he sat down and leaned his head on my chest. It embarrassed me, but I didn't want to be rude because despite how annoying he may have seemed, I was developing a huge crush toward him. He was actually pretty charming at times, so I was blind to all the crude jokes he made, and all the annoying things he did, and the fact that we hadn't actually ever had a real conversation. 

So on a monday, when he told me that he wrote a lot of poetry, and that he wrote something for me, I was pretty excited. A million thoughts went through my head at once. I was excited that this could finally be the time that someone shares my feelings for them. I was thrilled that I was important enough to someone that they took the time to write something about me. He and I both had P.E. third period, and right before third period he pulled out his laptop outside of the locker rooms and showed me what he had written for me. At first I thought it was really sweet, maybe a little clichéd, but sweet. The last line said something about how I completed him. While I thought the poem was cute, that comment was a bit much for me. He had only been interested in me for a month or so, how could I complete him?

As soon as I got out of the locker room, about ten minutes after I read the poem, my friend Baker came up to me and congratulated me. When I seemed confused as to why he was congratulating me, he said it was because I was now "with" Brendan. I was surprised. I said thank you for the poem, I gave him a hug, and now he was telling his buddies in the locker room that we were together? Okay, whatever.

Baker was also in my fourth period class. I had expressed to him that I wasn't sure if I really wanted to be with him. Baker asked me if I liked him and I said that I thought so. Baker said I should go for it. So I did. All my friends were very excited for me. I got three calls in sixth period that day because my best friend spilled the unfortunate beans to my close friends at Pioneer. 

The excitement lasted for three days. Apparently, once he had secured his place with me, he had no need to be polite in anyway at all. He made crude jokes about me, my friends, and just about anything he could think of. I soon realized that I didn't like him at all. Within a week I wanted to cut him loose. I didn't want to get attached to this guy if I really didn't like him. So the monday after he decided we were a couple, I broke up with him. I let him down easy, of course, but I was glad I didn't have to deal with a really strong emotional attachment.

Amanda vs. Del Mar Bullies

The last time I saw Amanda was a a month or two ago. She gave me a huge hug (like she always does), and we were inseparable at youth group that night, sort of. We have a picture together from that night, and I'll never let it go. 

She was, IS an amazing person. She has such a passion for music and acting and band at school, and I wonder why those people were so mean to her. What is wrong with them? I don't like bullies. I'm kind of a bully. But not like that. I know it may sound like I'm giving myself an exception, but I'm not. Those bullies were horrible. I hope they realize what they've done.

I desperately want Amanda to be all better. We used to be so close, and we drifted a bit during this school year, and I regret it so much. I want a second chance for her, and I want another chance for us to be as inseparable as we used to be when we were together.

No Thanks to Santa.

I remember the time when Amanda invited me to her eighth grade promotion. I was the only person outside of her school and her family that showed up. It was really hot outside, and we were sitting on metal chairs. It was awful, but I had a great time.

Another time, I slept at her house for her birthday. We watched Moulin Rouge and Rent. The next morning when I woke up, she was on top of me and she said, "You fit my every curve!" And I started cracking up.

I love Amanda. I miss Amanda. I want her to be okay.

"While She's Still Around"

I realized today how much I love my friends. I knew I loved them, and valued them, but I didn't know it was this much. Even Amanda, someone I haven't talked to in months, affects me so much.

I wish I had spent the time to be with her, and go to bad movies with her, and drag her to youth group and remind her how much she means to so many people.

What I'm saying is, don't lose touch with your friends, even the ones you think you are very close with, because if (God forbid) something happens to one of them you'll be devastated.

Haha, No Burnham

Bo Burnham is a funny funny man. He's really messed up, though. There was one particular song called "Cookout," where he sang about heinous, truly despicable things, and I thought to myself, I don't think I can listen to this guy anymore, and then he said something funny, and I decided that completely cutting myself off from Bo Burnham was unnecessary. 

So I still listen to him. He is very funny. He's just little bit really messed up.