Not much to say, but much to do

That's pretty much it. Much is a wierd word.

But I Digress

First off, just like to say I love the phrase "but I digress". It completely defuses any situation!! Especially when you have to be a judgemental jerk to somebody; but then you conclude with "but I digress" and bam! all is well. Moving on; my school is awful. Moreover, the faculty is awful; the senior counselor has called me to her office four times about the same thing (about how I don't have enough credits to graduate; but then she figures out I do) and absolutely refuses to put me in Photography class. But I digress (see?). However, this week has been going well, Drama's good (teacher sucks, unfortunately), Choir is more beast than ever now that we have nine guys to rival the girls thirty-six, and I have gotten back into the habit of working out every day, pretty much. So yeah; it's all good. Just thought I'd let you all know. Incidentally, Tangled was amazing. Go watch it.

Woes of the Young

Usually you find older people griping about their problems and how much easier it would have been if they had just put forth the effort on day one rather than waiting until the last possible second. However, since I am considered by quite a few people to be young, I regardless find myself berating myself as these older individuals do. It is true that if I had put more effort into my school work as a freshman, I never would have taken summer school last year. It is true that if I hadn't quit working out after I was rejected from my high school's basketball team (which incidentally, lose by ninety points per game), I could very possibly be as ripped as my brother Nick is now. It is true that if I could just stop wasting my time snacking and just lying around, I might have actually finished a story of mine, or at least gone out and got a job.
Well, I feel better; although my failures do indeed depress me, I take comfort in the fact that they're only temporary. In fact, they're ALWAYS temporary. Not as of yet have I messed up so badly it changed the entire course of my future; at least, as far as I'm aware of. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to getting out of high school. I've never done well with people whose sole purpose in life is to make somebody else feel like crap; and teenagers are the masters of such practices.
Right; well, I must be off, for it is late where I am currently living, and I need my sleep -- driving to seminary drowsy is extremely dangerous for a mere mortal such as myself. So, with that being said, I conclude this epistle to the general public, or rather, those who are curious or bored enough to read what this poor, but brilliant boy has to say. Adieu.

My Fingers Hurt from Lack of Use

Seriously, they're cracking like crazy; it's been forever since I've been on here; not much has changed... I could only wonder as to why that is. Anyway; life's been good, I'm a shoe-in for my drama teacher's top drama class next year, and it's looking like I'll be the only bass in Golden Rhapsody (Rossview's 'elite' choir) next year, so I don't really know how that's going to be. So far being here, my dad's received his Master's degree, and I've gotten my Eagle, so we're just waiting for Nick to get his. I've met some pretty cool people, the top of that cool list being Eden, a girl I met at a combined stake activity; she's pretty cool. She likes and quotes Star Wars, The Princess Bride, Nacho Libre, Napolean Dynamite, etc., etc.
Anyway, my grades have (finally) been improving; I now have, for the first time since... 6th grade, I think?... Or possibly ever-- now have a 3.0 GPA; I know, it's awful.
All right; it's late, so I think I'll leave it here. See yas!

Oh, happy day!

I know this is late, but... I finally, finally, after mere days of agonizing anxiety, obtained a zoodora on Easter; it was a gift, and one that, for some strange reason, I like more than the video games I get for my birthday and Christmas and stuff. I'm serious, I'm like totally obsessed with this thing.

It's possible that Tolkien's stories are not a myth, and that the One Ring has reincarnated itself into a hat... Yes, yes, that was random, but it's not like you care; or is that I care? Anyway, here's some pics of my zoodora, and here's a background on the name zoodora; see, these hats I decided to call zoodoras are a kind of fedora (explaining the 'dora' suffix), not a Indiana Jones kind, but like a 50s swing-dancing kind (at least I think so), which is where the 'zoo' part comes from, which I derived from 'zoot', and there you go; the birth of the name zoodora.

I think I might submit it; but to whom? Howe (ha ha misspelled but it still works) in the world am I supposed to know that?! Oh well. Bye-Bye!

Heck hath no fury like Junior scorned (women are always angry anyway; see?)

Anyway, we played some mo' basketball on Wednesday, and we played five first-to-eleven-points-with-a-lead-of-two games, and it was me and Bros. T, Betenhausen, and Krevath against dad, Nick or Alex, since they switched out a lot, along with Brother Bass and some seventeen nonmember called Clayton.
Needless to say (what am I talking about?), my team won, mostly because, well, we had the two best players on our team (Bro. T and Krevath) and the players with the most hustle (meaning me and Bro. Bethenhausen). So, out of four of five games, I was given the task of guarding Nick; which only turned bad when he had to guard me. The last game, however, Brother T reassigned me to my dad, and here's the discussion, as best as I can recall:

Bro. T: Okay, Jeremy, you've got your dad.

Me: *weak chuckle* What?

So you know, I went over to guard my dad, him smiling the entire time; but like the Emperor, his overconfidence was his undoing. I blocked his shots more than once (though most of my blocks didn't fully work), once we got into the game, and though he completely shut me down on a shot I made, I think I gained some respect I had lost due to my performance. Nick, on the other hand, has his story of that night to tell... And now, I say, adieu.

LDS Basketball (you'd think we'd be more sensible...)

Here's the story; last Saturday, March 21, our stake held a basketball tournament at the stake center. Now, 3rd ward (OUR ward) thought that it was only the adult men who were playing, so the only people who came from our ward were Brothers Davis, Betenhausen, Tennyson, Krevath, and T, along with my dad and two younger guys who Brother T brought. Now, I went too, but only to watch; none of us had known that the youth were playing also. So, I was put on some miscellaneous (don't think I spelled that right) ward's team, and frankly; I sucked. Bad. Terrible. My father hid his face in shame the first five minutes of my first game when I crashed into one of my teammates, and when we had half-time, my father finally, finally; taught me how to play basketball. And after that, I beasted like crazy. I played center, but I also had to get to the other side of the court for the rebounds; had there been awards, I would have been given Best Hustle. According to my father, I played seventeen minutes straight in the second half (for we played in twenty minute halves) of the first game I played, and even more than that in our second game, since I played more in both. Somehow, I just kept going; nonetheless, I was always tired. I was rarely switched out of the game because the only other player on our team, a shortish guy called Matt, had an incessant need to double dribble, so yeah; even when I was switched out, I was usually back in two minutes later. But my dad's games were way better. Mostly because they could play waaay better, but mostly because of the yelling at the refs to my dad shouting, "Number 4 can't dribble! Get the ball!" and when the guy designated as Number 4 dribbled the ball out of bounds because Brother Betenhausen stood two feet in front of him, and that's all he did. Now, that was funny. But yeah, I'm still sore, and I hope it won't last for that long, cause we're playing basketball on Wednesday, and I really want to try out my new skizzles. Now, I usually wouldn't, well, "dote" upon myself and boast my own abilities, but nobody else will, and it was really cool. A'ight; peace out, me homes!