Friday, July 22, 2005

Fancy a cuppa John?

Hello. For the first time in the short history of this blog, this will not be a long winded post.
Yeah. Right.
But it must be short!, for tomorrow I must awaken at 6AM for the trip to buffalo. The bad news is that it is now 1AM. The good news is that there is no good news. That would just be unbearably cliche. Now is the time for me to panic. AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Why am I writing on my stupid blog!!!! I will get less than five hours of sleep and tomorrow is the first day of camp and first impressions are the most important ones and I'll be falling asleep while everyone is getting to know each other and they'll say hello and I will say cucumber because that will be the first word that will come into my sleep addled brain and they'll go away thinking that I am drooling because I am retarded!!! I HATE YOU BLOG!! I blame you for making me post upon thy hallowed green tinted pages!

In other news, I am a blog addict. Not to reading blogs, mind you, ( most blogs don't interest me unless I know the person, for some reason. ) but rather to writing upon my blog. Why, I ask you? It's not because I love to hear the sound of my own typing, that's for sure. I think that I just like writing. Which is shocking, mind you. I really, really hate having to write papers whenever I get them as homework, and I usually just end up not doing them and either zeros or extensions on the deadlines. But now that I think about it, after I was finally forced to sit down and write the darned things in the lunchroom 15 minutes before they were due, I actually enjoyed coming up with crazy things to write down that would fool my teacher into believing that I knew what I was talking about, mind you. Mind you, I also don't mind admitting to you that I like to use the words "mind you" every chance that I can squeeze them into a sentence. It makes me feel British for some reason. And I've always wanted to be British. With their fancy accents and tea and James bond and those guards with the afros that won't blink even if you moon them. Sigh. If only. Speaking of great Britain, did you know that it is already 6AM over there and people are just now getting up from their long restful nights of sleep? Just yet another reason to be British. So in interest of being as British as I can be I am going to bed now. Night! I'll see this blog in a week at least, because I will be away at camp for a week. Bye!

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Where my wolf?


Oh. My. Goodness. Google has just done me great wrong. It was of course my fault for not reading the fine print, but I installed the new google toolbar for firefox without knowing that it would only work on XP systems. So my computer exploded every time I tried to open firefox up after the installation and I ended up having to uninstall firefox twice and deleting every extension when that didn't work, and finally, at 2 in the morning, it's back to normal. Why, you ask, did I not just use Internet Explorer to do email and fix the firefox later, at a more humane hour? Because I hate IE. My life could be in mortal danger from a virus that was downloaded into my mind which would cause my brain to explode in an hour and the only way to save myself was to get an antivirus from the internet and if the only browser available on the computer was internet explorer I would quickly write my will then rush off and try to get my head as close to Bill Gates as possible before it exploded in hopes that he might get injured in the explosion. Because I hate IE. So many better browsers out there, and everyone uses IE because Microsoft puts it in all their OS's. Evil. Evil evil. Mucho evil.

So sad. I actually had some interesting things to say before it became 2 AM. At midnight I become a big pile of uninteresting. About as interesting as... as... as the ceiling above you. I mean, look at it. Unless you're sitting in the sistine chapel, it's probably really, really boring. I stare at the wood tile ceiling above my bed every night for hours until I think I see faces looking at me out of the white painted plywood, and their expressions indicate that they're wondering why I've been staring so rudely ever since I got under the covers at 3 AM and why don't I just go to sleep? Stupid faces. Think they know everything. Now, if you were really surfing the net in the sistine chapel, the faces on your ceiling are probably less boring and more angelic. And not telling you to go to sleep. Stupid faces.

Oh, I just watched Underworld, and on a scale from one to ten I give it a rating of negative six taco supremes because of it's complete lack of Yoshi eggs. And I will not even attempt to explain what I have just said because I don't understand it myself. I don't mean to excite you, but it might be a prophecy of things that were, things that are, and things that have yet to come to pass. Anyway, Underworld is a movie about the war between vampires and werewolves which has apparently been going on for a millennium, and in the present day almost all the Werewolves have been exterminated by the vampires, a fact which disappoints the main character Selene, a vampiress Lycan hunter. ( Lycan = Werewolf ) There were several things that annoyed me in this movie, mostly the liberties they took with the lore of vampires and werewolves. I mean, I can deal with the idea that werewolves can now change their form whenever they wish back and forth, how else could they have cool fights if the Lycans only had their powers once a month? And it seems that silver bullets barely scratch them. In addition, apparently vampires can see their reflection in mirrors, and while they say that sunlight hurts them, there were lots of scenes in which they run around in day light and everything is cool. It is also always overcast in that city. Convenient. I can deal with such things in a monster crossover flic. They fight, it's cool. That's what they're there for. But the vampires in this movie could die from blood loss. They're vampires. If they don't have blood that just means that they're going to be a little hungry, not that they'll die! The vampires in the movie used their guns to shoot their silver bullets at the werewolves who then jumped on the blood suckers and bit them and the vampires died. I mean, the vampires had nothing very different from humans during this movie except that they had pointy teeth. Their special power seemed to be that they were able to stand in place and shoot at werewolves. That's pretty cheap. Stupid vampires. The plot had to do with intrigue and betrayal within the vampires and a plot to create a werewolf/vampire cross breed. Which actually turned out kinda neat. Summary of movie: not worth it, even if you like monster movies.

This Saturday I shall be at reentry camp. This camp serves to as a kinda refresher course on the American culture Which I used to know, but treats me as a stranger now. Should be... interesting... I hope.

Well, that will be all, Jeeves... I will now pass out and wake myself sometime tomorrow afternoon. Night!

Friday, July 15, 2005

Another amazing comeback post.


In a shocking break from tradition, I have decided to post before a week has passed since my last one. I will now tell you about my day. And follow the previous sentence by not telling you about my day. You know, so far Jonathan Hoover has been the only guy who has read my last post and survived. You see, he has been the only one who had the survival skills that it took to know that when I say that heads will explode unless comments are made, I mean that by not commenting you put yourself in mortal danger of making your brain homeless, is what I meant. Just listen the testimony of just one of my many (dis)satisfied readers who neglected to comment:
"The.. pain.. the mortal... pain... So... loud... I-I went to read John's latest post and when I just closed the page after reading it and left, this ear-piercing voice started screaming "Noooo" from my speakers. Now I have no head. It exploded. Why-oh-why didn't I listen to what he told me? Why didn't I comment? Whhyyyy!"
This could be you. Comment. It's the safe thing to do. Oh and if you don't actually believe that heads can spontaneously explode, check out this article from MIT about this very real and very possible phenomenon. Mwhahahahahaha!!!!

On a less life threatening note, I just not more than a couple hours ago had the privilege of being able to watch "The house of Flying Daggers". If you've ever seen "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon" or "Hero", then you know what to expect. Lots of amazing surreal fights and more than enough pretty colors for everyone. This one, however, was less about the fighting and destiny and honor and more about the relationships between the three main characters: a blind woman ( played by the chick who stole the sword in crouching tiger ) and the two men who love her. Good plot. Not at all stereotypical. Basically, it's set in the feudal era of china or something, and the emperor is weak and the government corrupt. To combat this government an organization is formed in secret called, of course, the house of flying daggers. And dude, can their daggers fly! I mean, they throw them straight at guys protecting themselves with shields, and they bounce off, try to curve around the shields, bounce off again, try to come at the soldiers from above, and then finally deflect off the bronze shields to clatter to the ground. It's like they're alive or something. Pretty cool. Anyway, there are these two soldiers fighting for the government who capture the blind girl, and because she is the blind daughter of the ex-leader of the resistance, one of them pretends to be a freedom fighter, stages her escape, and tries to get her to fall in love with him in order to persuade her to lead them to the hiding place of the hidden daggers. That was the plan, anyway. Of course he ends up really falling in love with her, but twists and turns abound in the plot line, enough so that I dare you to figure out what will happen at the end before you get halfway through the film. No way to know. And I like that in a movie. It's hard to be surprised when most movie plots are Disney-like cesspools of unoriginality.

Well, that will be all for now, I'm going to spend the weekend at my aunt's with my cousins Matthew and Carolyn. Yay! That will be fun, and hopefully it will help me escape the evil influence of the TV, which I am powerless against. Until next time, dear readers, I bid you adieu.


Wednesday, July 13, 2005

TV is my sensei.


Hello hello he-lo! Guess who this is? If you guessed John, you are correct and get to stay on the show for at least one more episode! But if you guessed that I was an incredibly handsome and brilliant philanthropic millionaire who fights crime by night disguised as a sith lord, sadly you would be in this case totally wrong. I am an incredibly handsome, brilliant, philanthropic POOR man who fights crime by night disguised as a sith lord. I am called "Sithman". I shoot lightning out of my fingertips to "shock" the crime organizations with my powers of crime stopping, all while plotting to conquer the galaxy and destroy all jedi. You could join me, dear reader. We could fight crime and rule the galaxy together! Never underestimate the power of the John side!

On that note, I just saw StarWars III yesterday. Sweet movie. Too bad
most of the good parts were ruined for me already, sorta like what
happened with the Two Towers. "Yeah, Legolas kills an entire Oliphant
all by himself!" Would have been more impressive if I hadn't been
waiting the whole movie for him to do it. So I knew Anakin fought a
General Grievous who wielded four lightsabers, I knew Yoda visited
Chewie on his home planet, and I knew Darth Vader ended the movie by
going "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" ( Which was actually the comedy highlight of
the movie for me. It was just so unexpected to hear DARTH VADER
screaming like that. Hilarious. ) Other than all that, it's true what
everyone has been saying, it really is for sure the best of all the new
ones. The part that I liked the most was Palpatine's seduction of Anakin
to the dark side. I was expecting some sort of cheap "Anakin you like
power and are sometimes afraid, right!? The dark side is all about that!
So why don't you join in?". But ( stop reading here if you don't want to
know how it happens ) Anakin actually almost killed Palpatine when he
found out that he was the sith lord, and then Anakin went to turn him
in, and it wasn't like Palpatine was all nice one moment and then evil
the next, the whole movie you can sorta see him weaving the web of the
dark side for Anakin to fall into. Pretty well done. I have also heard
that "Revenge of the Sith" was the best StarWars movie EVAR, and while
it was very good, that's just blasphemy. I mean, Hayden ( Or whatever
the guy who played Anakin's name was ) alone earned the movie negative
fifteen gazillion coolness points. I just really did not at all care
about what happened to him in the movie. He just came across as a whiny
and gullible moron to me, but then again, maybe I'm being a bit harsh.
He did have cool evil sith-eyes at the end. =)

And while we're talking about movies, I really want to see Batman
Begins. From what I've heard, it's supposed to be the best Batman ever.
And I love Batman. I also want to see War of the Worlds which is also
supposed to be good. I wonder if it's the cold that gets them at the end
like in the book, or if they've changed it a little. I hope they have. I
hate knowing the ending before I see the movie.

Now would be a good time to inform you that my days have been spent
getting to know the TV so much better and deepening our relationship. My
mind and the telly have merged to become one cohesive unit. If you turn
the TV off, my mind goes with it. The real world is so overrated. I
mean, if the show "The Real World" is any indication, real life must
suck! Ah, reality TV. You know they're coming out with a reality series
based on the Williams sisters, and another based on the "Hulk" Hogan
family. Everyone's going to be entertained knowing every detail about
their lives, right? And a massive shock was felt through the force as an
entire galaxy shouted out in unison "I don't caaaare!" Reality
Television is reaching all-time lows right now. I mean, there is a show
about famous people losing weight. The prize is not being fat, I guess.
It's neat that it's a show where you play along at home with, though.
While the people on the TV work off their extra pounds, you gain them
sitting on your couch eating your delivery pizza and sipping your
mountain dew, and if your famous enough, preparing yourself to be a
contestant on the next season of the show. Boo-yah! On the flip side of
telly, though, I had the privilege of watching most of the first season
of Battle Star Galatica on scifi. That is an awesome show. You care
about what happens to the characters once you get to know them, and you
agonize over if they will survive the attack on the human race by the
Psylons. The story is basically this: Mankind has space travel and is
concentrated on a planet in the galaxy ( I'm not too sure as I missed
the first episodes ). They create robots, the robots decide to kill
humanity. Sounds familiar, I know. They pretty much succeed in their
goal, but around 500,000 people survive and escape on a ship called the
"Battle Star Galatica", which is wandering around the galaxy trying to
find earth and a way to defeat the robots. Meanwhile the humans are
infiltrated by agents of the Psylons who look just like the humans (
normally the psylons look like your classic metal robot with flashy red
eyes and laser gun arms ) and which are cloned so that a lot of
different versions can be slipped in with the humans at a time. Some of
the clones don't even know that they are Psylons, but just blank out
every once in a while and sabotage stuff and get really freaked out
about it. One of the characters has a psylon in his mind for some reason
that I missed, who is actually this evil blonde chick who gives the guy
advice and talks to him and no one else can see her, her advice making
him seem like a genius to the other survivors, quite despite himself.
None of this stuff is the reason that the show is good, however. It is
the great writing, and interactions between characters feel realistic
and really interesting. It's filmed with a sort of "shaky camera" kinda
thing going on, to give it a "real" feeling, as well, although some
times I got tired of the jumpy zooming. Find a lens focus you like and
stay there, for the sake of all that is John! Battle Star Galactica
comes with a big "John's Stamp of approval" redeemable where ever fine
goods are sold.
"One" with the TV.

Oh, and you can now post comments on my posts no matter who you are now!
Just click on that comment button and tell me what you think! I demand
it of you! Be forewarned, I have powers not accessible by the normal
Jedi methods! And they include being very sad if you do not comment on
my posts from now on! Just do it! Quench your thirst for feedback! Can
you hear you hear me now? Good. Because there is good news. I saved a
bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to anonymous commenting
methods.
I "am" the TV.

You might possibly have wished to know my first impressions upon
arriving in the USA. It's too late for those. I wrote them all down
directly online, but before I could post them, my computer froze, so all
that extreme writing time was lost instantly and forever, and besides,
I can't remember anything before the last commercial break now. I break
up all my conversations into ten minute periods punctuated by three
minutes of screaming meaningless drivel into your face before I resume
normal conversation. Of course I stop talking right when I get to the
interesting parts so that you won't run away during my commercial breaks.
I hate TV.
No! Wait! I'm sorry TV, I didn't mean it really! No, I'll watch you all
day tomorrow, don't worry. Poor, sweet teevee-weevy. Yes, more of the
mind-bendingly unoriginal programs, please! I just can't get enough.

Well it's getting to be about that time again, the pause in TV watching
where I close my eyes and /dream/ about watching TV for a couple of
hours before starting right up again tomorrow. I miss all my friends who
aren't here with me now, which makes all of you guys. COMMENT ON THIS
POST OR I SHALL SCREAM NOOO SO LOUD YOUR HEAD WILL EXPLODE! Speaking of
Darth Vador and his Noooooo!, check out the inside scoop on his
screaming habits here.
Salut!

[EDIT:To my great embarassment, I think psylon is actually spelled Cylon. Ops.


Thursday, July 07, 2005

My computer won't let me change my post so this is the last thing I will say: Go to sleep!

I. Hate. My Computer. I had this big long really cool post that took me hours to write and then my computer froze and it all died. So no post for you. I'm too tired. Too much good food to eat here. I was this: And all this tastiness has transformed me into this:

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Leaving on a jet-plane, don't know when I'll be back again.


This will be my very last post made from Guinea West Africa. Just yet another milestone in the process of leaving here. Yesterday I said goodbye to my longtime friend Alex Rehn who I have only ever seen in Guinea. A little less than a couple of days ago I finished packing up everything that I wanted to keep from my room, and left it an empty shell that looked like there was never someone named John Wilkos who had lived in it once. And a couple of days before that, I went to school to give back my books. It felt anticlimatic, this last time that I would ever see again the inside of the place that I had spent 8 hours a day 5 days a week for the last 8 years. A whole lot of memories were tied up with that school. Some good. Most bad. It was school, after all. =) But no matter the quality of the place, if you have spent a long period of time there you're going to miss it. The librarian got misty-eyed as she checked off the last of my school books. I guess she remembered me being there since 6th grade and was sad to see me go after such a long time. I said goodbye to her and shut the library door and stood with my back to it looking around at the familiar features of the now almost empty school. I decided to go get my last drink from the reportedly toxic water fountain as had been my custom every day for the last 7 years. I was bitterly suprised to find a growing sadness in my chest like a dark misty weight as I looked at buildings and teachers for the last time. I sipped my drink of water from the fountain. And I staightened and turned around, my back towards the school for the last time and made the long walk toward the exit. Darn I would hate missing that place. That feeling is kinda similar to how I feel about leaving Guinea. It's not that awesome of a place. But that just means that the friends that you make here are that much closer because you have endured the hardship together. I will miss Guinea. Pretty much despite myself.

I would just leave it there, but I insist you check out these cool quotes that I have collected from quote-a-day.


P. B. Medawar

"The human mind treats a new idea the same way the body treats a strange protein; it rejects it."



Professor Irwin Corey

"If we don't change direction soon, we'll end up where we're going."

Stan Dunn

"And that's the world in a nutshell, an appropriate receptacle."


Jef Raskin

"Imagine if every Thursday your shoes exploded if you tied them the usual way. This happens to us all the time with computers, and nobody thinks of complaining."





William S. Burroughs

"After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say "I want to see the manager.""



Tom Lehrer

"I know that there are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!"



Aristotle

"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it."

Eric Hoffer

"Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength."



Jay Leno

"Here's something to think about: How come you never see a headline like 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?"



Tom Stoppard

"The days of the digital watch are numbered."

Henry David Thoreau

"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live."


John Kenneth Galbraith

"It is a far, far better thing to have a firm anchor in nonsense than to put out on the troubled sea of thought."



Dick Cavett

"If your parents never had children, chances are you won't, either."



Douglas Adams

"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't."

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Hmm. The results are here.


Greetings my highly neglected blog! Today is Friday the 1st of July 3:45
PM ( just got up an hour ago ) and it has already been a week since I
discovered the harrowing results of my BAC on Monday. And I'm using
words like "harrowing" for a completely unrelated reason which I will go
into later. Ah yes, the night before the results of the BAC where
supposed to be released I packed my bags for MK camp ( "Mortal Kombat"
Kamp! No, not really. "Missionary Kid" camp. ;-) ) and/or Dakar, not
knowing which place I would be going to, depending on if I passed my BAC
or not. Really easy. Just trade off flashlight and mosquito repellent
for school books and calculator, and I was ready to go either way. Was I
nervous? No, not really. If I had to go to Dakar and do the BAC all
over, I had to go to Dakar. If I didn't have to, great. And so it was
with an uncertain future that I laid down to go to bed that evening. The
next day started late for me, because for some reason I didn't sleep all
that well, ( I wasn't nervous, was I? ), so I woke up and ate my
Lunch/Breakfast and sat down to wait for 3 o'clock when we would leave
to see the score at the French school. That was a fun wait. And then
when the time came, off we zoomed! The whole family came ( except
Melanie who was already at camp ) We got there
just on time and were
disappointed to find out from the guard that the results would be posted
when they were ready to post them, and unfortunately they where going to
be ready any time between 3 and 5 o'clock and we couldn't even come
inside the school until 4:30. This was not only unfortunate because it
meant I would have to wait even more, but because it meant that if I
/did/ pass, the 6 hour trip to the camp in Dalaba would be out of the
question because we would be driving in the dark a lot, and that's a
no-no here. When it got to 4 o'clock and the results still weren't
posted, we pretty much decided that the camp trip was pretty much
screwed. So we went inside and stuff happened ( excuse my lack of
enthusiasm in telling this story, I've already gone through it like ten
times with other people, and now I'm getting sick of it. ;-) ) I went up
to the technology room ( /our "living room" as my good buddy nicolas
would say, because we spend so much time there. In fact, Nico went there
every day for the entire week after school was over. He's nuts. )
/hooked up with my favorite teachers Mr. Garcia and Mr. LaMola as well
as Nico and we all played a LAN game of Commandos while all the rest of
the people waiting for their grades where sweating it out down stairs
anxiously waiting for the secretary to /hurry up and post those
scores!!/ Nico's Mom was the president of the school board so we asked
her if she could come up stairs and tell us what we got when she found
out. So there we were, sneaking behind guards and hiding the bodies in
barrels when Nico's Mom comes up and says "Congratulations" we both
glanced up from our computers and said "We passed?" She was brimming
over with excitement and pride filled her eyes when she looked at her
son. "Yes!" she said, "You both passed!" Me and Nico looked at each
other and I extended my hand for a handshake. "Good job, you passed." I
told him. "Thanks." He replied blandly. And we both turned back to our
computers to finish our mission, trying to sneak past a pesky gun boat.
Stupid boat. We failed that mission. Darn it. I guess I wasn't that
worried about my BAC that much after all. =) Or maybe I was just tired
of being worried. Whatever. Nico's Mom had found out that we passed way
before they had posted the scores so we finished our mission and went
down stairs to see the official version of our success. Man, when they
put those scores up, the crowd around the board was ten people thick!
And I don't mean that there were ten people around the board. I mean
that a sphere with a radius of ten people surrounded the tiny plywood
even before they pushed their way through to put the results up. And
everyone went nuts! I mean, people were almost getting trampled with all
the pushing and pulling around that thing. Immediately there were
students shouting and whooping and pushing their way out of the mob with
looks of absolutely insane joy on their faces. They ran out on to the
soccer field ripping their shirts off, throwing their shoes up in the
air, hugging each other and shouting their freaking heads off! It was
insane! And then on the flip side, intermingled with all the laughing
and happiness there was also tears and cries of agony. Agony? No, I'm
not exaggerating. One girl started crying and screaming at the top of
her lungs "No! I won't go! I can't go! Nooo!" For the most part though,
the ones who didn't pass walked quietly away from the crowd, found a
corner and sobbed. Sometimes they had a family member crying with them,
but most of the time they just wanted to be alone, preferring to be as
far from the crowd of celebration as possible. There was such a display
of emotions there that I have never before seen in my life. There were
people elevated on the joyous cloud nine of victory whose tears of
happiness mingled with the sorrowful tears of people who probably felt
like their world had just ended. There was the ecstatic girl who was
hugging our math teacher and jumping up and down and laughing because it
really was a miracle that she passed, and then there was the guy with
his face buried in his mother's chest crying like someone had just died.
And me and Nicolas just mildly sauntered over and looked at the board
and confirmed that we did, indeed, pass. I sorta felt guilty not being
excited or anything with everyone going crazy around me, and so I worked
my way over to my parents to tell them the good news. On the way over I
think I got my hand shook and hugged by around five people
congratulating me on passing the BAC. People I had never even /seen/
before were hugging me. I'm serious, it was madness. When I told my
parents they went slightly nuts as well, and both got out their
cellphones to call people and tell them the good news. While I severely
discourage ever experiencing the actual BAC, if you ever get the chance
to witness the unveiling of the BAC results I would highly recommend it.
While the French don't have any celebration of the end of high school, (
they're just like "You passed, now get out of here" ) the grade-getting
was more than sufficient a celebration for me.

So that was my Monday. What a day. As I mentioned, it is now Friday. How
come it took me so long to post about it, you ask indignantly. Yes, oh
demanding public, I have an excuse. ( Here comes the "harrowing" part )
My excuse's name is Ethan. From the moment I get up in the morning to
his bedtime hour, Ethan is /there/. I eat breakfast and Ethan is
/there/. I play video games and Ethan is /watching/. Apparently, Ethan
asks about me a couple dozen times before I get up in the morning. I go
to eat dinner and Ethan tells me that I should eat with him. I tell him,
no, that's OK, I'll eat at my house, and he says, no, it's OK, I should
really come and eat with him. Your saying to yourself "Oh, that's cute,
John is that little guy's role model." If only that was the case. The
guy doesn't do what I do, he /tells/ me what /I/ should do. If I

randomly bump into a police car in GTA2 he tells me that I am a loser
and I suck at that game. Don't get me wrong, he's really not a bad guy (
probably just kidding around with the loser stuff ), and he can't be
going through a really easy time right now, this being his first time
out of the states. ( and Guinea is a doozy of a first foreign country to
go to ) But he has not only worn on my nerves, he has taken a chainsaw
to them and after he has finished tearing my nerves into little pieces,
he has stomped on them repeatedly and then backed a steamroller over the
pieces and crushed them. I hate saying bad things about people, and it
probably has a lot to do with how stressed I've been lately, ( We are
finally moved out of our house, and the Riley's are moved in. And now
Ethan asks if I want to come over to "his" room ( my old one ) and play
"his" Nintendo 64 ( the one that I'm leaving here while I go to the
states ). ) but the fact is, that I haven't written (anything) because
I've been spending most of my time with Ethan. Maybe I just need a lot
of alone time, and that is why I'm so annoyed that I can count on Ethan
being the very first person I see in the morning, and he probably is
feeling kinda lost and very bored ( very, very, very bored ), being here
for the first time, and he talks about his friend in the states who also
was his youth group leader, so was older, and maybe I'm like his
replacement or something, I don't know, but I see an awful lot of Ethan
all day. An awful, awful lot. I'm probably just being a jerk and Ethan
is just a super sociable guy, but sometimes I just feel like screaming.
Grr. Sorry. Unfortunately, because I've been trying to avoid the big
"E", I haven't really gotten to know the other Rileys, but as far as I
could tell, the other Riley that is around my age, Spencer, is a really
nice guy who seems to be a lot like Jonathan Hoover, except Spence seems
to like to stay indoors a lot more and read and play with legos and
stuff. I love the Rileys. Really. Even Ethan. I just wish he would give
me some space. Sorry.
Well, there you go. Other stuff has happened this week, and I would go
into it, but this post already looks like it could be split into
volumes, and so it is with a tired hand that I must type you "/Adieu, ma
cherie, et a bientot."/ Which sounds cool, but means something a bit
inappropriate for this context. Good night my dear, see you soon! And so
I shall, hopefully before I'm back in the states, this comming Monday.
If not, then it's dial-up for me at my grandma Wilkos's house! What ever
happens, see you back here, same place, same John.( Different time zone
) ;-)

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