JustMakeBelieve

I'm slightly horrified at the lack of proper grammar and spelling that's flying around these days, even in Honors English classes. Seriously, folks, don't you ever read a work of literature?? Yes, there is a difference between "there", "their", and "they're". No, "illicit" is not the same as "elicit". In fact, they are different parts of speech. You can whine about how it doesn't make sense, but it won't change the rules. Sorry to shatter your little bubble of blogdom. Actually, I'm not. I rather enjoy it. Mwaha.

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∞ Jesse, teh bestest uf tham aul.

Check it out. I'm not unique. !!! omw i just us3d teh emoticon!!!!1111!1one!!1eleven...

"My name is Luck, this is my song/I happened by while you were gone/Oh well, I apologize that I could not stay/But I hope good things come your way/I know they will, here's your horseshoe/So best of luck to you." My legs hurt. Ouch. I like music. Anways, school is fun but exhausting. I've been forced to think about things a lot more thoroughly this year, re-evaluating my friendships and places where I need friendships. It's been hard, but very helpful. The chapels have so far been spectacular, really providing excellent worship and innovative, relevant teaching. I think God has taught me many, many new things in and through chapel. Cross-country has been deadly but exhilarating. I set a major personal record at our Marymoor Park meet, beating my previous time by almost two minutes. The results haven't been posted on the website, though. Yearbook is a crazy-cool class, providing me with a nice dose of frenzied rushing and stress right before lunch. I can't really complain, however, seeing as how I've only gotten minor jobs so far. Yay for layouts. We jumped beyond exercises in Drama, into the exciting world of Theater Scene Work Week, in which we perform a scene from a play, rehearsing for a week beforehand. After this, it's only a week of exercises, and then we plunge directly into One-Acts. World History has provided me with a constant stream of information, most of it interesting. Lately, I've been reading Don't Know Much About The Universe: Everything You Need To Know About Outer Space But Never Learned, which is pretty elementary, but it's interesting because it tells the human perspective of the universe, so it goes into the history of astronomy for the whole first chapter. I've also been reading State of Fear, another book by Michael Crichton. So yeah, life's been hectic. Speedily fast-paced, if that makes any sense. My glasses got broken today, and not by me. I was walking up the stairs at school, when the person in front of me suddenly backed up and jammed their backpack into my face. Yowch. In other news, I'm done typing. Go read some political commentary or something. It's not like there's an absence of it.

∞ Jesse

Salutations. Right now my legs hurt because I ran six miles at XC practice today. Ouch. I just got back from HS Retreat yesterday, which was incredible. I've never seen anyone play chords on a bass guitar before. Yay for Ricky Shimono. The speaker was Jeremy Johnson, a funny and engaging speaker who had some great ideas. Mix that up with the monumental talent show and plenty of wandering around the campus, and you get 24 hours of sweetness that is unrivalled throughout the school year. Lately I've been listening to the albums Echo Echo by Carbon Leaf and How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb by U2, both wonderful. I've run out of things to say, so maybe I'll just start ranting. I wonder what dogs think about. Maybe they're planning to take over the world with their subversive devotion. Maybe they just like our food, so they can't afford to dispose of us yet. Frightening theories going on here, people. Lock your doors! Hide your food! Block that doggy door! The hounds are coming! Bleh, er, say, no, uh, yeah...

∞ Jesse

Howdy, strangers. Life is busy, death is painful. I choose busy. Now that I've depressed you, allow me to tell you about a fantastic book. Taliesin by Stephen R. Lawhead is the story of a man. A man with blond hair. But seriously, it's a sweet book, and one of the only books that I have actually come close to crying while reading. That's right. Me, crying. It's a sad book. I'm sorry. Still, it's a crazy good book, and you must read it. Now. Now I will quote the opening poem: