My update.

Alright. So. Life.

As for me, I'm not in that school anymore. I'm in a regular school for 5 days a week, for 6 hours a day.

A jebus, this place is crowded. It's regarded as the 'ghetto school', even though there are several places here that have that title. It still doesn't change the fact that yes. It's pretty ghetto.

My art class (Which I plan to drop for Photography) is so poor. We're limited to Crayola markers and Prang Colored Pencils. Granted, the school district only expends something like... 30 dollars per student? Yet still. We could at least have a window.

Yeah, my electives are Art, Ceramics and Rimprov (Rehersed Improv. Am I one of the only ones who sees irony in that?) And my core classes include P.E II, Geometry, World History, Chemistry and English II. And all of those, with the exception of Chemistry, is purely feminine.

And to quote Jeff Foxworthy: "I am swimming in the Estrogen Ocean."

Socially, I guess I'm doing good. I guess. There are still people who choose to try and befriend me anyway, but I think I've established that I'm not like that around people. I don't like talking about boys and backstabbing, so I generally don't like people to talk of such subjects. Lunch, I sit by myself. Which is cool. I don't mind it at all. In fact, I prefer it.

Yeah, social hermit.

And I also happen to own a new Canon EOS Rebel XT. About $600 worth of camera. It makes me very blissful, and I try to use it as best I can.

My guitar also came, a month after I ordered it. So Sae and Sol sit together in my room, Sae being loved more for the moment because I need a new amp plugin for Sol. The current one is buzzing like made and sounds like a nest of hornets when I try to do anything with it.

Still in TKD. Orange belt. Sparring is fun, and Barry wants me to come in on Saturdays for the extreme-team workout. I was going to go yesterday, but my parents decided to go buy my dad's new Honda Ridgeline, which I'm surprised he hasn't blogged about yet.

Hmm... what else.

I've started picking up on Avatar: The Last Airbender. I know Nickelodeon is almost all the way through the fourth season, so I'm freakishly late on the uptake, but I'm about 3 episodes into the first book, and I'm liking it. Sokka for the win. (And I do believe prince Zuko talks with a lisp XP)

Mmm. Corndogs.

I'll post a link to all my art when I can.

Peaceaout
-Flip
(My first post was on 7-1-05, and it's 9-17-06. I've been keeping this blog for over a year. X) )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WOOD ON WEDNESDAY.
(and coincidentally happy 6 month anniverssary to Tyler and I. :) )

Supercamp Day 3

We got up, and even though at first I was still exhausted, I didn't feel tired once we got rolling. I was however really aching in my knees. But none the less, we did what we had to. Mostly we got ready to pack and all, and the Teens were enlisted to help strike the tents.

omfg. nobody listened.

What they were supposed to do was to empty their tents of EVERYTHING, and we would come through and take them down, pack them, and throw them in the trailer. Noooo. They left stuff in there, and took everything down THEMSELVES, but left us to roll them up and pack them away. So eventually everything was in different bags, and we were sorely annoyed.

But, after a while, we just rolled them up and threw them in the tent, leaving them to get sorted out at the school.

When we weren't screwing around with the box and Mr. Steven:

So we rode back up with Mr. Springer, I dozed a bit with Tyler in the car, and we came home.

-Flip

Supercamp Day 2

(I've really fallen behind on this. I'll just wrap up day two and day three and then get on with what's new in my life. School only gives me so much time for blogging anymore. :( )

We lined up, and were then excused to go do our chores and brush our teeth. Breakfast we had pantone colored pancakes. And after just one, everyone else lost their appetite for some reason. Squad five (The one that had Tyler and Timmy, the Emerald Knights) and Squad six (The Serenity Vipers, my team) had dish duty, but I forgot if we actually did that.

So first challenge for points was the Water Chugging Competition. Squad six won it, and were thusly awarded the Staff of Honor, which had six years of team history and headbands strapped to it. That was the whole point of our competitions - To earn enough points at the end of the weekend to have our squad leader's headband on that staff of honor.

We had it most of the weekend, but lost it at the very end during the egg relay. :\ We were so close. Nelson's team got it.

After the water chugging competition, Master Prevos took us on a four mile hike, which was supposed to take an hour and a half, but ended up around two hours or so. Big Kids helped Itty Bitties, and I fell in love with a little five-year-old brown belt named Mirai, who was such a trooper and did not once complain. We climbed a steep hill with almost no hand-holds, and Tyler was given Barry's backpack with chains and told to run with Master Prebos.

(I ran too, and almost managed to keep up, but I was out of breath very quickly. XD I was consequently very proud of Tyler.)

Our trip up the mountain was punctuated with water stops and every now and then a stern telling-off by Master Prebos, miss Schomer, and miss Deal. These included topics such a rock throwing and showing respect and giving the staff to people outside of your squad. (Which is not a good thing, and since it happened twice in my squad, we got six points taken away. I carried it almost all the way back because of this.)

I was amazed at how the Itty Bitties/Little Ones were keeping up with the teens, and all the others in the middle were behind in a large clump. After another telling-off about keeping up and keeping hydrated, I ran back and forth multiple times to keep head count of my squad and make sure everyone drank every time I passed by. Finally we made it to our midway point, and while we got yelled at again about keeping quiet and listening to higher ranks, we also had a potty break and learned a cheer that we would chant a good way down the mountain.



Superkids know right from wrong

We don't fight but we are strong

We can kick and we can block

We can make this whole world rock

Sound off one two,

Sound off three four,

Sound off one two three four one two

TAEKWON!

This resulting cheer and many others screwed up my voice for the rest of the weekend.



When we got back, we ate lunch, and had two more challenges (The Egg Relay and Tug-Of-War)



Our team stayed in the lead for a while, but on our first round of Tug-Of-War, some people not in our squad picked up our slack and thusly disqualified us for cheating. So on our second try we got the uphill side, and I was in the front, since the last time we went up, little Courtney got pulled across the log and scratched up her tummy. (I also fell in a bush that was in the middle, and scratched up my back. XP)

So for this round, the other team pulled hard, and I was pushing against the log with my knees up to my ears and my back hurting like crazy. So, we lost. XD I admit I gave up after the second time of falling on a pinecone and having it poke me somewhere where pinecones have no business being.



Then dinner, and again time for the fire. We talked about integrity and communication, and we all heard stories about respect and all those things that the little ones would need to learn of. S'mores were passed around, and Tyler and I tried desperately to keep warm, even with the smoke of the fire constantly in our face.



Once the Little Ones went to bed, we all kept up our somewhat spiritual conversations and stories, and also shared our dreams and goals for the future. I feel really great, since mine was listened to, and they encouraged me to go for it instead of re-think it and shoot for something more realistic.



Tyler went to bed earlier tonight, and so did I, but after a long conversation with Shakaria that deeply depressed me (But helped her in the long run, since she needed someone to vent to) I got up and headed to the fire again. There I met Master Langdon's son, along with three other new people, one of which will be a senior at Cheyanne this year and has offered to help me out. We talked of more adult things, including Master Langdon's time in jail. (Which was rather funny, since she was only there because she missed her court date to show pictures of the sprinkler system that they thought she didn't have.) We suggested popcorn, so Master Langdon and I went up to the kitchen to start the fire there.



And... nobody showed up. XP



So I talked to Master Langdon and later her son as well about random stuff, including my thing for tattoos and piercings and how I want to be a clean, reputable tattoo artist. Eventually Master Langdon's Son (Now MLS, as I'm tired of writing all that) took 'pity' on me and invited me to join him and everyone else at the fire on the other side of the camp. (This is after Master Langdon also inadvertantly spilled her vodka in her shirt, and talked for a long time doing the drunk hover dangerously close to the fire.*)



More loud talking with more of the adults. MLS was terribly nice and really awesome, and really easy to get along with. Hell, all of the adults are. Mostly because they don't hold back their stories, and they don't hide or censor anything from me. Because of this, I felt more inclined to respect them all.



Eventually I planned on going to bed, since it was once again two in the morning and I was cold. Shikaria came and told me some of the girls had to go potty, so I escorted two girls to the bathroom all the way across the campsite and came back, then went back to the fire to say goodnight. Shikaria came back again, and informed me that one of the girls had an accident.



This ordeal would last another hour and a half. In the dark, we tried to establish who's sleeping bag got wet, which was Courtney's and supposedly mine, though later I found it wasn't wet at all. (And I was mad at this fact.)



So I helped get the girls extra bags, and even though the tent smelled like pee, most of them got in and bore it really well. One girl however, had this tactic of 'zoning out' and did not listen to either Shikaria or me when we asked, then pleaded, then loudly commanded her to get back in the (fn) tent. I ended up just shoving her in and zipping it up behind her.



So then I was left with the dillema of nowhere to sleep and nothing to sleep with except a blanket and my pillow. Luckily for me, MLS let me crash in the back of his minivan. So I got about an hour of half-sleep, and got woken up by cries of "MARCO! POLO!!"