The Big Scoop on the Big Apple

Okay, this is way overdo, seeing that i left over two weeks ago, but i've been busy..with camp. Its a university sponsored thing, called UREC (no points to whoever figures out what that stands for), and is a lot of fun at times..and a lot of not fun at others. For example, Today (Thursday) Me and a few other campers my age, along with my sister, did a huge diving/jumping competition at the pool, along with Playing Dodgeball in the gym and hanging out at the University Solarium after lunch. However, we actualy had a dance class- dance class! - at the end of the day, which wasn't that bad i guess. I mean, we all looked like dorks compared tot he director person, so i decided to make the most of it and really get into it- as a huge joke of course. It was actually kinda funny to see all those people barely moving while im completley grooving out...it was a major lol moment :). However, im not too ecstatic about going this and next week, as school starts directly after I finish. Yep, we go to school in August. That should be illegal.

Anyhow, back to NYC. To put bluntly, the city was big..and crowded..and noisy..and had the best hot dogs ever. You had taxis take you wherever you wanted, though most things were in walking distance, and there wasn't a building under 10 stories high as far as you could see. Central Park was nice, but very, very artificial compared to where I live..all the trees in nice little rows, rocks place too convienently for picture taking, you get the picture. The city in and of itself was very intimidating in a way..but there was so much to do, so i cant say If i was relieved or disappointing when we left..probably a mixture of both.
We took a huge boat tour around Manhattan (that was interesting for like the first hour and a half before it got boring), Went to the Natural History museum (again big, crowded, and noisy) and got front row tickets to THE Lion King on Broadway. As in, the REAL THING, not some traveling community. The show followed the story of the movie, yes, but other than that it focused solely on African culture and traditions. Each of the animals was a person (or more in the case of the elephants and rhinos) in a costume, and the way they moved and acted was scarily like their actual animal counterpart. From the beginning song to the climatic ending, I was captivated into he show, and have to say that it was one of the best times of my life. When the animals came in from the isles at the very beginning to witness the birth of simbah, the girl on the isle across from me had her whole face lite up..jaw agape and everything. I think that my face mirrored hers in more ways than i would admit. I could go on and on about this, but to put short it was well worth the price of admission, and if you ever see any traveling bands, or get the opportunity to go to NY yourself, i HIGHLY recommend seeing it.
As far as Times Square, It was bright, crowded, and expensive, but had a lot of things to do in it. I guess you could say the same thing for New York in whole, and it was one of the best places i've ever visited in my life...not that i would want to live there or anything ;)

Leave of Absence

Okay, im going to New York this weekend, see the empire state building, times square, ect (yay!). Needless to say, i wont be able to blog much (if any) till monday. So, in the mean time, try reading this at 12:00 at night.

http://web.archive.org/web/20050117173007/www.dougaustin.com/tlcaves/pdf/Thefearofdarkness.pdf

Ill be back

Photography Part 1

Okay, so i've taken an interest in photography, and i thought that i'd start with taking a few pictures of where i live. I've been taking A LOT of hikes (around 10 miles week), mostly around this place called grandfather mountain, where all but one of these pictures are from. Not to boast or anything, but i think that i live in one of the best places on earth. There is practically no crime, only two towns (one is no more than a village, but ill see if i can get some pictures of that too) and this. Only downside is the sixty-seventy Mph (around 75-90? Kph for some of you)
I took all of these myself *hugs himself* im so proud :D







1. This is taken atop Rough ridge, and is looking south along the NC mountain range
2. here you can see the Viaduct, though its taken sideways..you gonna have to crane you neck a bit sorry :)
3. Bass Lake, a peaceful little place on the parkway that not alot of people visit, unlike Price park/lake.
4. Cattowwa Peak, highest point on the mountain, at 5,200 something feet. I dunno how that translates into meters..i think around 2 km, maybe 1.5?
5. my new deck. has a pretty good view, but the picture isn't taken at that angle. Its in little hollow in the mountains, so we get some pretty bad winds in the winter.

The New Story Part 2

Before i go in to this, i need some names for the story. So, if you have a sudden urge to comment, please give me some ideas.

June 5th, 2014
This nightmare started last week. It was supposed to be a normal checkup, but they did test me for Zombie Syndrome because of the recent outbreak in Charlotte. Guess what? Yep, i tested positive, you want a cookie or somethin? Its kinda etched in my brain at the moment, but that's kinda obvious, isn't it?

I remember that i was sitting in a kind of chair, those white ones that always smell of some cleaning detergent and never have even a spot of dirt on them. I guess you could say that for the whole room, too, as i quickly found out after trying to find patterns in the ceiling tiles for the last..hour, hour and a half? Not important i guess, so lets just say that i was really, really bored.
I remember that Dr. Cleanman (im serious) had pulled my mother out into the hall, and i had quickly found that the walls kept any noise from outside safely reduced to muffled whispers. So, when my 'mother' came in with red spots around her eyes, i quickly came to two conclusions:
1. Things were really, really bad (for me, that is)
2. my mother wasn't crying for me, but for her high-up public image. I cant remember the last time she cried for me.
with those two things down, i cant really say that i was surprised that i had Zombie Syndrome. Upset, needless to say (im not going to go into the details), but I decided to tune out my mothers sobs 9again, not directed towards me) and Dr. Cleanman's professionally uncaring diagnostic of how i would slowly, slowly loose my mind over the next three weeks.

Things just went downhill from there

A new story

okay, so i finished The War of the Worlds, and i thought of a good story idea. only a matter of time before i (undoubtedly) ditch it, but here goes my first one:

BTW they're put into a kind of journal format, through the account of a teenager (16?) who has just contracted a disease that, after a few weeks, transforms them into mindless zombies-mutant things. This girl, Suzie (NOT my actual girlfriend's name, if Kayla is reading this) knows she has the disease, and knows that she will undoubtedly "die" after a few weeks. In the mean time, she is treated as a social outcast, and as her entire life abandons her,(family, friends, boyfriend)she is forced to find something in life worth hanging on to. And yes, it is a girl. I write in a first-person diary of a girl, who probably is thinking thoughts nothing like the thoughts of other girls. but I'm a guy, so You guys can deal :P

AND my town is not called Brecksville, and i do not live near Cleavland. I changed the location for obvious reasons.

June 4th, 2014

Im dead. Not literally, of course, but i might as well be. You see, weird inanimate bundle of pages wrapped within two loosely bound sheets of leather that im talking to like it is an actual person, im diagnosed with something called Acronopsis, AKA Zombie Syndrome, that will turn me in to some kind of homicidal mutant that hunts for people's brains and eats em. No, I'm serious, these zombies are actual cannibals. Or should i say, WE zombies, seeing that im just as good as one of them now. And your probably wondering, why dont i just shoot myself and get it over with, and that would be fine and great with me, aside from two reasons:
1. I probably wouldn't have the guts to put a gun to my own head
and
2. The government took every weapon-like object aside from plastic butter knifes from the general population to limit the amount of harmful objects the zombies can get their hands on.
So, unless i want to rip the guns of a blackwatch soldier (not gonna happen) im stuck with nothing sharper than a Sharpe (huh, huh) to commit suicide with. So, tough.

My oh-so-loving family tried to put me in a kind of asylum to, quote, re-connect with myself. For you retards out there, that's the friendly way of saying "we don't want our daughter to be a brain-eating mutant thing, so we're just going to ignore it and send her off to a nice little place where they can put her in a tiny little enclosed space with hundreds of teens rapidly loosing their minds. And they're is also the slight chance that some bald scientist guy will come in and dissect her, so maybe we can go around saying our daughter was sliced in half, and that way she contributed to the overall cure of mankind. Have fun darling!"
And then they moved
I, of course, refused to sign the pamphlet that put me in that oh-so-happy place to contribute to the "survival of mankind". Now i kinda wished that i had, seeing that it could give me the slightest chance to die before i was completely consumed.
tough