Selfishness

Watch it. Laugh, be merry, look up other Jeffrey Dallas (or Julian Smith) videos...


Now, put yourself in my over-thinking shoes. This means you are about to analyze this video, and all life that relates to it. It also means, open the Foam Cabinet.


The world tells us many things. Now, children, there is a difference between the media and REALITY.

In media, being the best you can be is more than good enough. 

In REALITY, rarely anyone ever is the best they can be in the first place.

In media, dreams do come true.

In REALITY, dreams are weird. Why would anyone want them to come true?

In media, self-esteem is valuable, important, and everyone should build theirs up.

In REALITY, self-esteem is only as reliable as the human is.

In media, love, dating, sex, kissing... before marriage... it's all the same.

In REALITY, lust, dating, sex, kissing... before marriage... it's all the same.

It's safe to say that I could be wrong. But, think about it. 

And what about waffles? They are pretty tasty, are they not? Filling and usually substantial, too! 

Who is Jeffrey? (The guy who "ate a jellyfish.")

Jeffrey is me. Jeffrey is you. Jeffrey is us. Humans. Living creatures. Jeffrey is selfish, and so am I.

What are the waffles? 

Money.

Attention.

Lust.

Accomplishment.

Drugs.

Movies.

Lies.

Gaming.

Guys.

Girls.

Friends.

Belonging.

Music.

Food.

Pleasure.

Comfort.

Assurance.

Fame.

Success.

Winning.

Appearance.

Self.

Who are the reasonable young men?

They are everyone who momentarily has it right.

They're selfish, too, but for the sake of justice.

They are the parents who try to discipline me.

They are the teachers who spend so much time giving valuable information to me... stuff that more than half the time I don't even care to hear.

They are the coaches who pull me down... to make me better.

They are the doctors who tell me I have a problem, and this is how it can be fixed.

They are my friends, who love me a little more than I love myself.

I am not saying that "waffles" are bad. Each and every one of us struggles with a different issue. Mike may be totally against cussing, but isn't bothered by the drugs he takes. Katie may be entirely against violent video games, but doesn't struggle much with kissing, among other things. Mike may be comfortable with dressing crudely to please the crowd, but feels guilty when he touches even the hand of a girl. Katie may be fine with being attracted to other girls, but hates the feeling she gets when she tells a little white lie.

And what if Mike and Katie claim to be Christian? They adore Jesus. They live for Him as much as they believe they can, and they worship Him with genuine praise. They love God. They respect God. And they have been saved. They are going to heaven.

Does that make these things okay? Maybe, for some people. But it's not the actions that matter. It's the attitude.

Mike does drugs because his family does. His friends do. He feels comfortable doing it, but he doesn't offer them to anyone else.

Katie kisses, flirts, and is exceptionally promiscuous because her role models are her divorced parents, and her really cool older brother, who sleeps with every girl he can get. She doesn't realize she might be hurting anyone, because she doesn't ever feel hurt by it herself.

Mike dresses in provocative swagger because he likes it. His contractor pays him, too, but that's a bonus.

Katie likes girls because guys have physically hurt her. She just doesn't like them.

Mike hates cussing because that's the only way his dad talks to him. And his dad has abused and disrespected Mike all his life.

Katie hates violence because her little brother was killed in a spar with his "friends". A knife was put through his head. It was claimed to be an accident.

Mike hates physical contact because he got a virgin pregnant on their first date, and never saw her since. But her family never let him out of their scope.

Katie hates lying because her mom always lied to her. About trivial stuff like what she ate for breakfast, or important stuff like who her real dad was.

The things we like to do... it's sin if we do it against God's will. There is a saying, "If it's sin for one, it might not be for another." One man's sin is another man's song. This is REALITY, but does that make it RIGHT?

It is sin if it is selfish.

If it is selfish, it could quite possibly be sin.

It is sin if God says it is sin.

Are we perfect?

No.

Can we live without sin?

Not on this cursed earth. Most certainly not by ourselves.

Is it our right to judge the sin of others?

No.

We can point it out, but don't expect them to like you much.

Don't expect to feel good about yourself.

Is it our responsibility to keep people away from sin?

No.

We can help, but we can't force. I am not you. You are not me.

The Holy Spirit will help you, if you let Him.

"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." 

A common verse. Romans 3:23. It describes me.

It doesn't give me a right to sin. 

But it also doesn't give me a right to beat myself up over it.

So what do I do? What do we do?

I try.

Again.

And again.

I repent... I turn away... I give up my life to God... I die to myself. 

And for a while, I am truly filled.

Right up until I give in to temptation again. It's a sad circle that will never end until my flesh dies.

So what is the Foam Cabinet trying to tell me?

"Y'all are being selfish!"

(And in these terms, "y'all" is referring to me.)

Seems Appropriate...

Do you ever:



...jump on the bandwagon?



...follow the crowd?



...give in to peer pressure?




Maybe it won't result in dire consequences.
Maybe it will.


It's so much more fun!
Or... is it?


Nobody will know!
You don't know that...






Facing decisions such as these... they never end! You give in to one, resist another, and, before you know it, you're right smack in the middle of an infinite circle of temptation. The Foam Cabinet has presented me with such scenarios as these:

- Your friends are going to a hang-out, but your homework isn't quite done yet... and it's super-important; due the next day.


- Your parents ask you what's wrong. You're really irritated, so should you respond truthfully, or responsibly?


- Everyone else has these shiny new shoes. You see some at the store...


- Some friends are taking outings at night. Join them?


These are all fairly minor. However, if I don't take the right paths with such small decisions, what would happen once a huge, life-determining decision comes up? What about financial problems? Or a friend who is really struggling, but has seemingly nowhere else to go but you, who are opposed to their methods? Thankfully, for me, I've at least made one amazing decision: to follow Christ. Which means that small decisions may not be so small anymore, because people are watching. God is watching.


When life gives you lemons, it seems appropriate to make lemonade. Why? 


When life gives you opportunity, it seems appropriate to go for it. How come?


When life gives you the easy way, it seems appropriate to take it. Are you sure?


People can read stuff like this, and agree with it or disagree with it all they want. The challenge is, will they actually take their views, opinions, and beliefs to action? Or will they continue to go with the flow?

Crescendo

My heart beats...


Still it beats...


A steady beat...


Every...


Single...


Day...


My...


Heart...


Beats.


In rhythm to the motion...


The motion of the flow of...


The motion of the flow of this world.


Every day my heart beats...


Every day my heart beats steady...


Steady as a drum set...

Rockin' out to music...


Music that is in my soul.

My heart beats.


My heart beats.


My heart beats.


My


Heart


Beats


So


Slowly...

Then I feel

An increase

in my once steady heart

beat.

My adrenaline is rushin'...

seeking out excitement...

Still my heart beats...

faster.

I can't tell what makes my

Heart rate start to rise when

All my clues are hidden

From the scope of my

line of sight...

Beat

Beat

Beat

Beat.

I feel a strange thrill

And I cannot quite tell

What it means.

So every day my heart beats.

Every day has increase.

And it hasn't stopped a bit since it started.

Friday!

All things considered, Fridays are usually my favorite, whether or not school occurs on such days. Today happens to be a school-free Friday, and feeling particularly inspired this morning, I felt like opening the Foam Cabinet. I found...






Expression. 




I express myself in many ways. We all have our own ways to express ourselves. 


One of my ways happens to be this blog.
Another is my art.
And yet another is using so many random hand motions that I'll smack someone in the face. 


So, today, the Foam Cabinet wanted me to express myself beyond what I usually put in these posts.


I'll use my art.
Photos.
I'll use what I noticed.
Yesterday,
Today,
Maybe tomorrow...


I'll express myself, in the hope that you can realize how important I cherish anyone else's expression. 






A demonstration of expression.
By Cale Josten




My phone is an angel. It is lime green, and the best tool in the world...

And I superglued that lime green case to it...

Why is my phone (which I have appropriately named "Angel") such an angel?

Because, over an hour ago, I took a few pictures of my artwork, and used my e-mail app to send them. It didn't work... or so it seemed.

But Angel proved me wrong and sent the photos nearly two hours later! Right as my camera decided to be stupid again! Haha!

So, as a tribute to everyone, and to Angel, I will display these photos, as an expression of my views on the world.

The dragons of thought. Connected, structured, but has plenty of room to change.

A favorite word of mine; psyched.



Even though it is never a pleasant feeling, I like to prove to the world how if I can cope with trickery, lies, and betrayal, everyone else can.

Lips... they say a lot. These are forming a mischievous smile. I'm not the best at drawing such things, though.

If you are the observant type, you will notice that this is a white flag, formed by the twin towers. I drew this on 9/11. The words are from the lyrics of a song, "Lay Your Weapons Down" by Eddie Kirkland. 

I drew this after watching Insidious. Just because I wanted to.

This was drawn entirely by Sharpies! The face was completely un-referenced, too...

My little sister, Betty Kate...

She gave this to me.

I love her very dearly.

I hope she realizes this.

And I think she does.

A flapper from the 20s.

Shh...

A crying eye.


These are painfully easy to draw.


Interestingly enough, I rarely cry anymore...


Hmm.

If I make a band called "Slice", this could be its logo.

What I noticed on Facebook. And My thoughts accordingly.


I saw this as someone's status. I see many of these things and sympathize with them. But this one... I have to say it is completely true. In a way. My comments will follow... 

"45 THINGS A GIRL WANTS, BUT WON'T ASK FOR:

1. Touch her waist. 
2. Actually talk to her. 
3. Share secrets with her.... 
4. Give her your jacket.
5. Kiss her slowly.


Are you remembering this?


6. Hug her.
7. Hold her.
8. Laugh with her.
9. Invite her somewhere.
10. Hangout with her and your friends together.


KEEP READING ...


11. Smile with her.
12. Take pictures with her.
13. Pull her onto your lap.
14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back.
15. When her friends say “I love her more than you”, deny it. Fight back and hug her tight so she can't get to her friends. It makes her feel loved.Are you thinking of someone?
16. Always hug her and say I love you whenever you see her.
17. Kiss her unexpectedly.
18. Hug her from behind around the waist.
19. Tell her she's beautiful.
20. Tell her the way you feel about her. 


One last thing you need to do to show her you actually do mean it.


21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car - it makes her feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman.
22. Tell her she's your everything - only if you mean it.
23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her - if she denies something being wrong, it means SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT - so just hug her.
24. Make her feel loved.
25. Kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know!


WE MIGHT DENY IT BUT WE ACTUALLY LIKE AND KINDA WANT YOU TO TICKLE US ...


26. Don't lie to her.
27. DON'T cheat on her.
28. Take her ANYWHERE she wants.
29. Text message or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at school, and how much you miss her.
30. Be there for her whenever she needs you, and even when she doesn't need you, just be there so she'll know that she can always count on you.


ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER, BECAUSE IT'S IMPORTANT.


31. Hold her close when she's cold so she can hold you too.
32. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her.
33. Kiss her on the cheek; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her).
34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.
35. Don't ever tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. If she's upset, comfort her.


REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT ...


36. When people kiss her, stand up for her.
37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her.
38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart, link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.
39. When walking next to each other grab her hand.
40. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.


MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED.


41. Call or text her at night to wish her sweet dreams.
42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.
43. Take her for long walks at night.
44. Always remind her how much you love her.
45. Sit on top of her and tell her how much you love her and then bend down to her face and kiss her while you're sitting on her."


Yes. I agree with all of these. In a way. BUT...


-I don't want every guy I date to do this. 
-I only want the guy who's going to marry me to do all this.
-I don't want you guys to think that you HAVE to do any of these things for your girlfriend, 
just because she's your girlfriend.
-Whoever you are dating... or are interested in... please respect the fact that she probably won't be the one marrying you. 
-Imagine that she is already married, and has a few kids, and they are all right there with her wherever you go. This shouldn't change until you ask her to marry you, and you become married.
-I am not this needy. Ever. I am sad that it takes Facebook posts like these to tell guys what they already know. If a guy really loves you, you don't need to tell him this stuff.




In conclusion:


My thoughts are my own, based off of experience. I am still very young, and have close to no experience. But, this is my expression.

40th Post, on the 10th day of the 10th month, in the year 2011

And what a month is has been!

Time is so useful these days, but for blogging? I have close to none of it.

In fact, I'm not even at home. I'm at school, in my 8th period, having finished all my assignments early. Normally, I use this time to catch up on my typing exercises, or to e-mail friends, but I've already e-mailed what I want, and am going to update this little blog of mine. Perhaps I'll even change all the visuals! And/or the format! Not to confuse anyone, of course. I just like to make things interesting.

Admittedly, I have not opened the Foam Cabinet much this month. I have barely even thought about the Foam Cabinet... shame on me!

So, I look around this classroom, and what do I see?

(I don't see a brown bear looking at me...)

Directly in front of me is Micah Hall (Whom I will refer to as Nemo). He has finished his typing lessons. All of them. Mrs. Teacher (obviously not her real name) is very impressed. She seems to be easily impressed.

And all along Nemo's row are other freshman girls. I'm probably the only junior in this class. There IS a senior, but I don't know her. She's in my row. The room smells of sweet pea lotion and new towels.

Fluffy blue towels. They don't smell like any other color...

Anyway, to say something worth being said, here are my thoughts:

1. I do not want to kill myself. =)
2. It smells REALLY strongly of sweet pea right now...
3. I wonder if Soccer Boy#13 has soft arms.
4. My hair is not that soft right now.
5. And my fingers are cold.
6. Lindsay (I shall call her Pearl) has something to tell me!! AND SHE REFUSES TO SPEAK OF IT!!
7. I wish MMG would e-mail me back. I miss her.
8. Will Mark (I'll call him Blondie) eat lunch with me tomorrow? 'Cause he didn't show up Friday.
9. EVERYONE'S GETTING BACK FROM SNOWBIRD!!! <3
10. God is hilariously sweet. I love Him.
11. Are they going to change the pledge of allegience to some "anti-religious" junk?
12. Who's gonna be our new president?
13. I bet Soccer Boy#13 also has soft hair. No, I KNOW he does. ;)
14. I can imagine Soccer Boy#13's teasing glare right now... he's so modest.
15. I like the feel of pressing buttons on a computer. Or pressing buttons in general.
16. I'm too pink today.
17. I like the number 19, but on page 19 today, I was reminded of the selfish evils of whites towards the Native Americans. So freakin' sad...
18. Ed was the one who introduced the phrase "freakin'" to me.
19. Nineteen! Make a wish, kids!
20. My fingers are cold.
21. Nemo is pretty handsome.
22. All these freshman are so pretty! =D
23. What can I do for my parents when I get home?
24. Violet (Zara) and Pearl are so precious. I love them so very very much...
25. I wonder how innocent I am? Because, although I know a lot, I haven't done much. Heck, I haven't even kissed anyone! Cool beans.
26. Nemo is looking at flowers on his computer. ??
27. I'm ready to play soccer tomorrow.
28. I wish I could be more inspired to write letters to everyone.
29. The human body is amazing.
30. I'm going to miss church on Wednesday. =( But I can still praise God while marching my bass drum!
31. 30 days hath September, April, June, and November. All the rest have 31, except for February.
32. I wonder how Mrs. Sheehan is doing.
33. What if all my friends died?
34. What if I accidentally killed someone? Oh, gosh... I'd never live that down...
35. I need a job.
36. We have 15 minutes left in class.
37. What is my passion?
38. Hugs. <3
39. 2:22 does not seep nearly as special as 11:11.
40. I wonder why I don't cuss.
41. I love the number 41! So I'll end on this note.

The Foam Cabinet is slowly and surely fading away as my life becomes busier and busier. But not to worry; it won't dissappear for a while.

Well you can tell by the way I use my walk...

Hello.


My name is Cale Josten.


I live in Mount Vernon, WA at the moment.


I like, LOVE Soccer Boy #13.


I open the Foam Cabinet every once in a while.


I spin in circles for fun.


I don't normally kill people.


And... I'm an eccentric artist.


These are all traits that I can tell you, and you'll probably believe they're true. Why would you believe something I said, though? Do you honestly trust me enough to say that you KNOW I'm not lying? I mean, I could say right now, "I am not lying to you." But I could be lying. And you wouldn't know for sure. Ever!


So trust me when I say these things to you.

When I walk around school wearing boots, I feel like I own the world. I look at people and smile, because I see their beauty! I see their passions. One kid, wearing baggy jeans and an old t-shirt is obviously NOT trying to impress anyone. He is either content with his comfort, or doesn't have the funds, time, or patience to dress otherwse. His passion is for something in which he doesn't require anyone else's help. If his eyes are relaxed, he is bored, tired, relaxed, purposed, or all four.

I look at the way a good friend of mine walks. As confident as I am, his boldness outshines mine by a million miles. His stance tells me that he is in complete control of his life, and not much can phase him. He also walks thoughtfully. His balance keep him from being clumsy (unless he's in the presence of a female who happens to intimidate him with her feminine charm). His face is full of answers, yet oveflowing with curious questions. When he is tired, his determination still remains.

I look at a complete stranger. She walks quickly, with her head down. She seems to be avoiding someone, something, anything. Everything. She isn't comfortable where she is. I can smile at her, but in her withdrawn state, she never sees it. She occasionally runs into another similar person, or a group of rowdy friends. In conversation, her eyes never leave her hands; or her feet; or her clothes. The poor child is insecure, and it's my job to help.

The Foam Cabinet had a variety of people in it, blundering about the same world I wander in. It's never enough just to look at these people and ponder their lives. What will it take for me to go up to them and be a friend? It takes more than boldness. It takes more than courage. It takes more than willingness. It takes more than interest. It takes love. The love of God, the love of Jesus.

Stayin' Alive just ain't enough anymore.

What?

It's very late.

I can barely believe it all.

"No longer do I reside where I was most comfortable."

Actually, I am more happy now than I've been in a long time.



The Foam Cabinet is getting old and worn. The Foam Cabinet is not as inviting as the Foam Cabinet used to be. With a hardened heart, I had been wandering about the city I spent half my life in. Once I found out that I was moving away, I did not cry. Instead, it was as if someone hit a "pause" button within me. I felt like I didn't care anymore. I went around telling people of my soon-to-be departure, and the surprise of my loved ones washed over me, wave after wave. I could do nothing but laugh. I didn't want to carry the burden of a broken heart again.

Saying goodbye... not knowing exactly when my last day was... familiarity ripped from my tight grasp... none of it hurt. It was almost as if I didn't think I would miss anyone. I felt heartless, and I tried so hard to cry, but I couldn't! I would simply stare into the darkness, embracing it with no friction.


When I opened the Foam Cabinet, my best friend; my longest relationship with a girl who was not a member of my family; my first Christian influence... her picture was there, resting expectantly in the corner of the Foam Cabinet. She had written me a simple, heart-felt letter.

Besides the love God sent me directly through His word, I had never before been so touched by the text of anyone. The tears finally came as she revealed her feelings; feelings I had always guessed that she had, but never mustered the courage to ask about. I know she sees this, and I know she loves me dearly. Too often I would take this wonderous child for granted! I felt so stupid and selfish when I thought back to the times when I had left her as the least of my priorities. It is a great and sorrowful shame that we grew so distant, but I feel closer to her now than anyone else.

I'll be everyone's pen-pal, if they're so willing to let me write to them. But this girl that the Foam Cabinet so graciously reminded me of shall receive the first letter. Not even the great Soccer Boy #13 will have his letter before this magnificent woman I am blessed to call my friend! 




And what will the Lord do with me now? What will the Foam Cabinet always tell me?

"You are loved, Cale. It is high time that you share this love with everyone else. Fear not... love all."

What? Yeah, I have a job to do--one that is more important than school; more important than work; more important than music, writing, art, soccer, television watching... more important than the Foam Cabinet. Above all else, love.

So I shall.

Remember...

Welcome! (I like this greeting much more than "Hey", because it's not often used, and it's more polite.)



Oddly enough, the Foam Cabinet surprised me. AGAIN.
(Seriously, Cale? Hasn't the Foam Cabinet surprised you enough to nullify all future attempts at surprise?)

Yeah, no. The Foam Cabinet surprised me yet again.



With what?


The Foam Cabinet, upon being opened, revealed... The Foam Cabinet.

I have the urge to laugh histerically for no reason.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 

Anyway, to clear things up, I opened up the Foam Cabinet that the Foam Cabinet had revealed to me. (If you're not confused by this point, by Joe and Frank you are a BRILLIANT reader.)

As I read my previous exploits, my non-Cale part of my brain asked: "What happened to Carlos?"

Here is the answer:

After posting "Creepers.", I understand that I have not yet mentioned this mysterious Carlos, right? Well, here's how it went down.

First of all, Carlos is real. I've had a crush on him in eigth, most of ninth, and a small part of tenth grade. During the summer, I crushed my infatuation, but it was replaced with that much stronger feeling: fear. Possibly love, but I'm not sure at this point. 

Shortly after posting "Creepers.", I stopped thinking about Carlos altogether. Almost as if I don't care for him at all. But my worries have been re-ignited. Just yesterday, I expected to see him, but didn't. And I may never see him again. I'm not sure about his salvation, and that is why I'm afraid.

I have more to say, but the Foam Cabinet showed me a mother demanding work to be done. Until next time...

Appetizers

Hello Everyone!

Walter J. Scott here. Miss Josten (For reasons I cannot explain) has made me a co-author of her amazing blog. So, for today, you all get to listen to me ramble!

If you have been following the Foam Cabinet as religiously as I have, you will have heard about Cale's seemingly overwhelming desire to tell us something about cats. Regrettably, her camera has been infected by an alien pathogen, and she has been unable to do anything of the sort.

So, today I'm going to put all our minds at ease with a small tidbit about our fine feline friends. To all those who actually own a member of the genus Felis Catus (Yes, I said Catus. Look it up.), I'm sure you will agree whole-heartedly with every point made in the following.

*Please note that no animals were harmed in the making of this film*

Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef3gzn5vMoo

Wide Open

"In the event that the Foam Cabinet should self-destruct, please keep your distance."




Such a strange instruction... I mean, if the Foam Cabinet (or anything for that matter) was to explode into a billion piecelets, who WOULDN'T back off?








Guess what. Every time we are about to make the wrong decision...






Boom!




We are clearly told: "THIS IS A BAD IDEA. PLEASE STOP IMMEDIATELY."






And we act so surprised if our lame decision-making skills blow up in our faces...








Anyway, I'm pretty sure I had something entirely different to say. Upon openeing the Foam Cabinet today, I found expanse.









There is are "proper" definitions of expanse... such as "a wide extent of uninterrupted space" or "a big place with nothing in it".


I have found an expanse in my mind. My perspective has zoomed out a little bit, and I now understand more than I did prior to this week. 


I understand the concept of opposites in people's understanding: How someone can seem almost perfect, but then have that one weak spot where they never fail to struggle in the understanding of others. That one paarticular spot happens to be opposite to what their strength is. (That probably sounds a little confusing...)


I understand estimation as a convenient alternate to exactness, as being so precise causes headache and computer crashes. (This mainly applies to fractal and infinite sums in math, but also in feelings, communication, interpretation, and so on.)


I understand that love is not linked with fear, and vice versa. So, if I fear that my "love" will be lost, it must be something smaller (like infatuation, attraction, or temporary admiration).


I understand that it is pointless to complain about anything. Complaining NEVER fixes problems.


I understand that I am not the center of the universe (either because they say the universe has no center, or because I'm not the most important being in existence...). Sadly, I have to be reminded of this repeatedly. To put others first is easy to talk about, but hard as mess to do. But, practice makes perfect! 






As a brilliant rabbit-trail:


My brothers have succeeded in putting a photo of a nearly-naked young lady (anyone with nothing but a bikini on is practically naked) from our cereal box through the shredder. I am SO proud.






Anyways... expanse. I think I'll take a stroll in it to get a better picture of what God has placed in this life. Maybe I'll find a friend! Maybe I'll find a strawberry flavored breadstick! Maybe I'll find the cure to cancer! Maybe I'll find a dying man... Who knows? Whatever the case, I can't just sit here.


Ciao for now!

Might As Well

Because today is the first day of school, the Foam Cabinet thought it to be brilliant to give me a recap of the first day of school. How very dull.


So I'll make it interesting! =D






My alarm blares at five thirty in the morning. Thinking it's an important text, my heart rate shoots up to a few zillion beats per minute. I look at my phone to see:




Get up. NOW. Oh, and God says, "Hello!"




This will be my text message from God every morning, unless someone is a brilliant ninja and changes my alarm note each day.


So, I got up after around fifteen minutes of "stupid" time. This time is where I lay in bed, but with my eyes open, not closed. I should probably do this sitting up, though. I have a sinking feeling that my body will sleep whenever it is in the horizontal position in the near future...




Eventually, my feet hit the ground. I grab my Bible and read about peace and joy and being unashamed. Then I get out of bed and put my art projects into my Really Useful Box. (That thing is almost as awesome as the Foam Cabinet, to be honest. It lives up to its name...)


After dressing in my red "J stands for teleportation" shirt, black skinny jeans, black Polo boots, and my pimpin' yellow jacket, I head off to find breakfast and the like.






My mom ends up taking me to school, so I didn't end up riding the bus at all today. I had too much stuff to carry. (Thank you, AP 3D Art!) We get to the school, and it's not even seven. I proceed to obtain my schedule and explore the campus.




This is my schedule:


1st - AP Art 
2nd - AP Art
3rd - Physics
4th - AC Math 3 (Basically Math 4)
5th - Honors US History


LUNCH WITH ALMOST EVERYONE I KNOW.


6th - Honors British Literature
7th - PERCUSSION!! (Followed by a few hours of marching band practice...)




Thus my days shall align similarly. 


First and second period blended together quite smoothly. Nothing interesting happened.


Physics consisted of Coach Way talking our heads off about stuff we've heard at least twenty times, and an observation activity. The observation activity seemed to expect us to be Canadian...


Math contains 13 students; the golden number of love--something like that. This is a fairly small number for a classroom in a school of well over 2000 students. I really like the teacher; he explains stuff in a simple, logical way. Morning Time says he's boring. I say he's awesome. Because I can actually take decent notes in that class.


Speaking of notes, I've got four special books for note-taking. They are as follows:


The Notebook of Love (Math)


The Notebook of Joy (Literature)


The Notebook of Peace (Social Studies/History)


The Notebook of Wonder (Science)


I love math, reading gives me joy, learning of the past makes my mind at peace for understanding, and science is math put into a complecated application of wonderous qualities. 




I'm such a nerd!




Anyway, I walk into US History (which has the same rockin' teacher as last year's history class), and the room is split. Most of the students sit at the side closest to the door. J-LO and Trixie sit on the complete opposite side of everyone else. Where do I sit? 


In the red seat located in the very center of the room, of course! Duh...


I'm obsessed with that single red chair. 




Lunch was a new experience. I ate with sophomores, instead of my usual band-junior-friend-people. And, instead of snaking and yaking inside, I ate out of doors. My Really Useful Box was a really useful table...


When I walk into BritLit, nearly all the seats are taken. The whole class is quiet, though, aside from the teacher's lecturing. As I sit down, I smile slyly to myself thinking, "Yes! A strict teacher who KNOWS what she's doing!" She's cool. I like her already. She's the kind of person you don't want to mess with. Odd... I'm a generally rebellious kid--in a good way. 


She establishes that a few of us (including me) are nerds, and that it is impolite to stretch. 




Percussion is the biggest class; probably because it's also for color guard. We sit. We listen. We change clothes. We go outside. We reherse for a few hours.






Day one: complete.






The End.


Or should I say... The Beginning...






That's the gist of it, I suppose. I apologize again about the absence of kitties. My camera's being absolutely retarded. 


All my papers are signed; my supper has been eaten; we're not allowed to play computer games or watch television except on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays; Walter Scott (Soccer Boy #13's real fake name) has yet to tell me about his day... It's nearly eight-o-clock. What a day in the life of Cale Josten.