We've done it!
We've done it again folks!
Right here on this blog!
A new monthly record!
YAY!!!! :D
^^
lol okay....so for most people that wouldn't be something to be too excited about...
but it's exciting to me ^^
I love seeing how many people and where they come from on my blog.
And this month I have a new record ^^
In one day I got 57 page views!! (last time was 49)
And for the total month....957!!
Guys! I almost reached a 1000 page views this month!!!
Wow.
This total totally knocked the last one out of the park -651.
Woot!
^^
Heh ^^;;
So thanks again for coming to this blog ^^
I've been so happy this month because of it.
May you continue to drop on by ^^
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in the store picking up items...shopping and working to stay in my food budget. The total came up $25.34 and I was relieved I hadn't gone too far over budget....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Construction Strain
The first week or two of school is finishing up, and many students are getting used to being back in school, having a ton of homework, working and beyond all that...figuring out if they'll be able to swim through the year, or have to doggy paddle an ocean's storm for the year. It's at this point, when you're just starting to find your feet again, that some things in your life begin to fall by the way side, cast aside because you don't have time to do it anymore. Just be careful what you decide not to do...as this story from conference shows, it could have unhealthy consequences.
This past month, one of the missionaries who served with Sister Ballard and me in Canada shared the details of how small things can compound into near destruction unless the course is corrected. He wrote:
"When I returned from my mission, I married and went to work in the construction industry.
Over the next few years we had three children, and during this time I remained active in the Church.
The demands of my business became much greater, and I became more determined to do whatever it would take to succeed financially.
The effects of this were felt immediately at home; but with the support of an understanding wife, we felt we could endure until things 'picked up.':
He went on to say that because of financial strains, his wife began working. He began working long hours and neglected his family and Church duties.
His demanding work schedule left him emotionally drained and physically exhausted.
He became critical of others, including his family members and Church leaders.
His letter continues:
"As my debt continued to mount, the destruction of my peace and happiness increased.
The love and tenderness we once knew as husband and wife had diminished to only memories.
We found character flaws in each other and began to focus on them, wounding each other over the smallest incident.
I began to blame everyone but myself, taking no responsibility for failures.
A great feeling of hopelessness began to fill my heart, and I felt a cloud of darkness envelop me in my desperation.
We knew our marriage could not endure under such conditions and began to talk in terms of divorce.
I decided to get some financial counseling; and after reviewing my finances, it became the joke that I was worth more dead than alive, which seemed rather funny and rather innocent at the time.
After continuing for a few more weeks, the threat of divorce as well as the very real threat of complete financial collapse seemed only a matter of time.
The innocent joke of being worth more dead than alive developed into the appearance of a very real solution.
I found myself alone at home, facing the crossroads of my decision.
The thought came to me to reach out to the Lord one last time.
Kneeling, I wept uncontrollably as I cried to the Lord for his mercy and help in my desperate hour.
A few minutes later, word came that my mission president was in town and wanted to see me in an hour.
As I sat with you, I wanted to hide my problems as I had done from everyone else.
But your questions came, asking:
"How are you?"
"Fine"
"How is your wife?"
"Doing good."
"How are the children?"
"Great."
Then came the pause, and you looked into my eyes and asked, "How is your business?"
I began to weep as I told you my story.
During the course of our meeting, you asked me to make you a promise: that I would read the Book of Mormon.
After committing to you that I would, you blessed me, telling me to rivet myself to the gospel and to keep the commandments.
I left you knowing the Lord had heard my plea for help."
Can you see, brothers and sisters, how many small and simple things took their toll in the life of this fine young man?
Like weak fibers that form a yarn, then a strand, and finally a rope, these small things combined together can become too strong to be broken. We must ever be aware of the power that the small and simple things can have in building spirituality.
At the same time, we must be aware that Satan will use small and simple things to lead us into despair and misery.
I am grateful that the Lord answered the prayers of this young man by prompting me to do the seemingly small thing of asking to see him.
I did not know of any of his problems at the time but was able to help him to once again take hold of the iron rod of the gospel to guide his life.
We must never ignore or pass by the prompting of the Spirit to render service to one another.
-M. Russell Ballard -Small and Simple Things -1990 April General Conference
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
....it was the short of dream where I woke up wanting to scream "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
....but....I don't really remember it. :S
-S.N.D
This past month, one of the missionaries who served with Sister Ballard and me in Canada shared the details of how small things can compound into near destruction unless the course is corrected. He wrote:
"When I returned from my mission, I married and went to work in the construction industry.
Over the next few years we had three children, and during this time I remained active in the Church.
The demands of my business became much greater, and I became more determined to do whatever it would take to succeed financially.
The effects of this were felt immediately at home; but with the support of an understanding wife, we felt we could endure until things 'picked up.':
He went on to say that because of financial strains, his wife began working. He began working long hours and neglected his family and Church duties.
His demanding work schedule left him emotionally drained and physically exhausted.
He became critical of others, including his family members and Church leaders.
His letter continues:
"As my debt continued to mount, the destruction of my peace and happiness increased.
The love and tenderness we once knew as husband and wife had diminished to only memories.
We found character flaws in each other and began to focus on them, wounding each other over the smallest incident.
I began to blame everyone but myself, taking no responsibility for failures.
A great feeling of hopelessness began to fill my heart, and I felt a cloud of darkness envelop me in my desperation.
We knew our marriage could not endure under such conditions and began to talk in terms of divorce.
I decided to get some financial counseling; and after reviewing my finances, it became the joke that I was worth more dead than alive, which seemed rather funny and rather innocent at the time.
After continuing for a few more weeks, the threat of divorce as well as the very real threat of complete financial collapse seemed only a matter of time.
The innocent joke of being worth more dead than alive developed into the appearance of a very real solution.
I found myself alone at home, facing the crossroads of my decision.
The thought came to me to reach out to the Lord one last time.
Kneeling, I wept uncontrollably as I cried to the Lord for his mercy and help in my desperate hour.
A few minutes later, word came that my mission president was in town and wanted to see me in an hour.
As I sat with you, I wanted to hide my problems as I had done from everyone else.
But your questions came, asking:
"How are you?"
"Fine"
"How is your wife?"
"Doing good."
"How are the children?"
"Great."
Then came the pause, and you looked into my eyes and asked, "How is your business?"
I began to weep as I told you my story.
During the course of our meeting, you asked me to make you a promise: that I would read the Book of Mormon.
After committing to you that I would, you blessed me, telling me to rivet myself to the gospel and to keep the commandments.
I left you knowing the Lord had heard my plea for help."
Can you see, brothers and sisters, how many small and simple things took their toll in the life of this fine young man?
Like weak fibers that form a yarn, then a strand, and finally a rope, these small things combined together can become too strong to be broken. We must ever be aware of the power that the small and simple things can have in building spirituality.
At the same time, we must be aware that Satan will use small and simple things to lead us into despair and misery.
I am grateful that the Lord answered the prayers of this young man by prompting me to do the seemingly small thing of asking to see him.
I did not know of any of his problems at the time but was able to help him to once again take hold of the iron rod of the gospel to guide his life.
We must never ignore or pass by the prompting of the Spirit to render service to one another.
-M. Russell Ballard -Small and Simple Things -1990 April General Conference
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
....it was the short of dream where I woke up wanting to scream "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
....but....I don't really remember it. :S
-S.N.D
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
One Truth Prevails
You know what really got me into reading?
Mysteries.
The case of "Who done it?"
Reading about cases.
Trying to figure out who is the perpetrator.
I gobbled it up in Elementary school.
Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, and The Cat Who... books were the only mystery books I really got into...as they were basically the only mystery books at the school library. The first three were more kid books and there weren't other young adult mystery books that I found...the Cat who... I found....somehow...I don't remember actually. At the end of elementary school I found the fantasy genre and went after that full speed ahead.
But still, there is just something about a mystery.
Its been forever since I picked up a mystery book.
Yet I still have that love for them.
Happening across the crime scene. Getting involved, meeting the suspects, trying to figure out who actually committed the crime. It was thrilling to me and still is lol.
I wonder if I got into Scooby Doo because of reading Mystery Books....or visversa.
In any case, I still have a strong fascination for solving cases.
They just were transferred into TV shows.
CSI, CSI Miami, CSI New York, The Mentalist, Lie To Me, Moonlight, Castle, Psych, New Amsterdam.... so many different crime shows popped up on TV and me and my parents would sit together and watch them.
At least for the first couple of seasons. lol It seems like CSI has been going on forever and ever...however moving away to college...I kinda lost track of when the crime shows were on. Or else they were on as the same time as new interesting shows....who knew. But one by one I've lost track of/interest in crime shows and picked up another one.
I must say my favorite of them is Castle because its about a mystery author who helps to solve crimes. As a writer myself this show is fascinating to me. :) lol Psych is also one I'll watch occasionally. I only really discovered it a year or so ago....I think it was at a party and we watched the first episode...idk where, but the light hearted humor, general lack of blood, and craziness of Shawn has me watching the various episodes that show up randomly on TV. Yah...Psych is one show where I love to watch it, and I haven't seen all the episodes of every season yet. lol That makes for interesting watching. :)
Do you remember a little while ago when I was like "I need a new TV show?"
A show where I would have my attention caught and would have me wanting to watch more?
Well...I was in denial.
I was trying to convince myself to not get caught up in a show my Roommate showed me just before she moved out.
We had watched an episode together...it hadn't quite caught my interest though.
What was this show?
It's called Case Closed.
It's a Japanese anime show about a 17 year old detective (who's way into Sherlock Holmes) who solves difficult crimes for the police in a Sherlock like fashion. He observes scenes and people and makes connections other people won't. But, he sticks his nose in the wrong place at the wrong time and ends up being given poison -a new drug- that has the rare side effect of turning him back into a kid. In order to make the people think that he's dead, he only confides who he really is into a couple of people, and is working to find a way to be his regular 17 year old self again. In the meantime he attaches himself to detective who's lost his 'game' -a lousy detective and helps him solve cases without most people realizing that the kid is the one solving the cases and not the detective.
Like I was saying, I watched the first episode -in Japanese with English subtitles- with my roommate, and I wasn't impressed. But with the first episode ending before the guy is turned into a kid....I eventually went searching for episode two and found it in English. Surprisingly I really like the voices of the English actors sooo I switched to watching case closed in English. So I watched episode 2 and thought. "Huh. Cool....but I wonder....when does he turn back into his 17 year old self?"
So I looked it up. Found the episodes and watched them.
My "new TV show" post was written between episode 2 and the 'you're normal!' episodes so I hadn't done more then dip my toe into the waters though I had the feeling that I would get more into this show.
And boy is it a long running show. 15 seasons in all though only...three or four of the seasons have been translated into English so at some point I'll probably switch back to Japanese.
I kinda wish "Jimmy" would remain "Jimmy" for longer periods of time.
It's not going to happen though. If he permanently became normal again....the show would end since the plot is "How do I become 17 again?!" lol. Its like Psych in a way. If people found out he wasn't actually a psychic then the show would end as well. Though that really isn't the case with Castle...where Castle and Beckett finally got together...and they're actually having another season...so who knows it could happen lol :)
Anywho...after watching the 'you're jimmy again episodes' I was hooked.
The show is funny and interesting and watching how Jimmy deals with being a kid is actually fun to watch. Plus its a creative show with new gadgets and such being introduced, people getting suspicious, crimes being solved.
Lol I almost feel like I'm watching Nancy Drew and/or the Hardy Boys...its exciting, it has my mind turning with possibilities and I just can't bring myself to stop watching it lol. :)
Its like being a kid again and finding a cartoon that is funny without needing to go to crude humor most of the time. Its a show I want to watch. :)
I love the opening and ending themes as well -some music you kinda just wish for it to end, others you could listen to every thirty minutes as you go from episode to episode.
Plus....I really like Jimmy's catch phrase "One Truth Prevails." Its a good motto. :)
hmmm I really want to watch another episode....
......like right now.
>.>
<.<
Yep...must know what happens on the next episode!! :) lol
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in my mom's bedroom going through the drawers in her vanity because I was looking for my passport and SSN as I had misplaced them. In the top left drawer with all the pens and random cords I finally found them on the side of the drawer along with my brother's passport as we both had misplaced them. I was really happy to find them as I would need them for the future. Suddenly there was a boy in the backyard flying on a plane...but it had lost its wings. He was riding it kinda like a cowboy would ride a mechanical bull and he could direct where the plane would go by how much sunlight was exposed to the plane. More sun the higher it rose. Less sun the more likely it would to go lower to the ground. It was a crazy ride fraught with powers, but he touched down in our backyard amazed at what he was able to do. It's basically just gotten new super powers...but he wasn't quite sure how to control them. At one point an agency dedicated to finding and killing super powered people found him. He was in a tank on the back of a truck full of water. He looked a bit like Ryan Reynolds and he was having trouble keeping his form as it was all watery. He was trying to keep himself human, but he was struggling to not splash around all over the place. Finally by focusing on his spine and nervous system (like the images of them) he was able to stay together, just in time to run because the bad guys were after him. He dodged their attempts at catching him, running through our garden and climbing trees to get away when....
the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Mysteries.
The case of "Who done it?"
Reading about cases.
Trying to figure out who is the perpetrator.
I gobbled it up in Elementary school.
Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, and The Cat Who... books were the only mystery books I really got into...as they were basically the only mystery books at the school library. The first three were more kid books and there weren't other young adult mystery books that I found...the Cat who... I found....somehow...I don't remember actually. At the end of elementary school I found the fantasy genre and went after that full speed ahead.
But still, there is just something about a mystery.
Its been forever since I picked up a mystery book.
Yet I still have that love for them.
Happening across the crime scene. Getting involved, meeting the suspects, trying to figure out who actually committed the crime. It was thrilling to me and still is lol.
I wonder if I got into Scooby Doo because of reading Mystery Books....or visversa.
In any case, I still have a strong fascination for solving cases.
They just were transferred into TV shows.
CSI, CSI Miami, CSI New York, The Mentalist, Lie To Me, Moonlight, Castle, Psych, New Amsterdam.... so many different crime shows popped up on TV and me and my parents would sit together and watch them.
At least for the first couple of seasons. lol It seems like CSI has been going on forever and ever...however moving away to college...I kinda lost track of when the crime shows were on. Or else they were on as the same time as new interesting shows....who knew. But one by one I've lost track of/interest in crime shows and picked up another one.
I must say my favorite of them is Castle because its about a mystery author who helps to solve crimes. As a writer myself this show is fascinating to me. :) lol Psych is also one I'll watch occasionally. I only really discovered it a year or so ago....I think it was at a party and we watched the first episode...idk where, but the light hearted humor, general lack of blood, and craziness of Shawn has me watching the various episodes that show up randomly on TV. Yah...Psych is one show where I love to watch it, and I haven't seen all the episodes of every season yet. lol That makes for interesting watching. :)
Do you remember a little while ago when I was like "I need a new TV show?"
A show where I would have my attention caught and would have me wanting to watch more?
Well...I was in denial.
I was trying to convince myself to not get caught up in a show my Roommate showed me just before she moved out.
We had watched an episode together...it hadn't quite caught my interest though.
What was this show?
It's called Case Closed.
It's a Japanese anime show about a 17 year old detective (who's way into Sherlock Holmes) who solves difficult crimes for the police in a Sherlock like fashion. He observes scenes and people and makes connections other people won't. But, he sticks his nose in the wrong place at the wrong time and ends up being given poison -a new drug- that has the rare side effect of turning him back into a kid. In order to make the people think that he's dead, he only confides who he really is into a couple of people, and is working to find a way to be his regular 17 year old self again. In the meantime he attaches himself to detective who's lost his 'game' -a lousy detective and helps him solve cases without most people realizing that the kid is the one solving the cases and not the detective.
Like I was saying, I watched the first episode -in Japanese with English subtitles- with my roommate, and I wasn't impressed. But with the first episode ending before the guy is turned into a kid....I eventually went searching for episode two and found it in English. Surprisingly I really like the voices of the English actors sooo I switched to watching case closed in English. So I watched episode 2 and thought. "Huh. Cool....but I wonder....when does he turn back into his 17 year old self?"
So I looked it up. Found the episodes and watched them.
My "new TV show" post was written between episode 2 and the 'you're normal!' episodes so I hadn't done more then dip my toe into the waters though I had the feeling that I would get more into this show.
And boy is it a long running show. 15 seasons in all though only...three or four of the seasons have been translated into English so at some point I'll probably switch back to Japanese.
I kinda wish "Jimmy" would remain "Jimmy" for longer periods of time.
It's not going to happen though. If he permanently became normal again....the show would end since the plot is "How do I become 17 again?!" lol. Its like Psych in a way. If people found out he wasn't actually a psychic then the show would end as well. Though that really isn't the case with Castle...where Castle and Beckett finally got together...and they're actually having another season...so who knows it could happen lol :)
Anywho...after watching the 'you're jimmy again episodes' I was hooked.
The show is funny and interesting and watching how Jimmy deals with being a kid is actually fun to watch. Plus its a creative show with new gadgets and such being introduced, people getting suspicious, crimes being solved.
Lol I almost feel like I'm watching Nancy Drew and/or the Hardy Boys...its exciting, it has my mind turning with possibilities and I just can't bring myself to stop watching it lol. :)
Its like being a kid again and finding a cartoon that is funny without needing to go to crude humor most of the time. Its a show I want to watch. :)
I love the opening and ending themes as well -some music you kinda just wish for it to end, others you could listen to every thirty minutes as you go from episode to episode.
Plus....I really like Jimmy's catch phrase "One Truth Prevails." Its a good motto. :)
hmmm I really want to watch another episode....
......like right now.
>.>
<.<
Yep...must know what happens on the next episode!! :) lol
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in my mom's bedroom going through the drawers in her vanity because I was looking for my passport and SSN as I had misplaced them. In the top left drawer with all the pens and random cords I finally found them on the side of the drawer along with my brother's passport as we both had misplaced them. I was really happy to find them as I would need them for the future. Suddenly there was a boy in the backyard flying on a plane...but it had lost its wings. He was riding it kinda like a cowboy would ride a mechanical bull and he could direct where the plane would go by how much sunlight was exposed to the plane. More sun the higher it rose. Less sun the more likely it would to go lower to the ground. It was a crazy ride fraught with powers, but he touched down in our backyard amazed at what he was able to do. It's basically just gotten new super powers...but he wasn't quite sure how to control them. At one point an agency dedicated to finding and killing super powered people found him. He was in a tank on the back of a truck full of water. He looked a bit like Ryan Reynolds and he was having trouble keeping his form as it was all watery. He was trying to keep himself human, but he was struggling to not splash around all over the place. Finally by focusing on his spine and nervous system (like the images of them) he was able to stay together, just in time to run because the bad guys were after him. He dodged their attempts at catching him, running through our garden and climbing trees to get away when....
the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
A Color Connection
Have you ever run into somebody similarly dressed as you are?
Usually it happens with a family member, where you end up wearing the same outfit, or a similar combination of colors.
Well....that does happen to me.
But recently...it seems like I've been picking up on other...color clothes connections.
For example I went to this one place and ended up wearing an outfit similar to the store's uniform. I hadn't been to that store in months and months and months so I wouldn't even remember the outfit. But...I ended up wearing similar clothes to the people who work there...more on this in a different post as it comes into play again. :)
But today.
It happened again. :)
You see....
I went to Institute today.
But before going to school I decided to put on a light blue shirt with a checkered blue and lighter redpurple shirt over it.
Well...I got to Institute today,
And saw that they had T-shirts that were free.
-As long as you were a student at the school, enrolled into institute, and promised to wear the shirt every Tuesday for a month (last year it was for the whole school year) then you could get the shirt for free.
lol its advertising for the institute to get more people to come as people would ask where we got our shirts and such.
Anyway, I saw the shirt and thought to myself "Self I want one!!"
Problem. I'm no longer a student at the school.
As Institute is free I still signed up this go around for institute classes...as that will give me a bit of a social aspect to my day ;) lol plus a big spiritual boost as well :D
Anyway, I went up to the office and asked "Is it alright if I get a shirt if I graduated and I'm not in school?"
Their response was. O.o "Uh....ask this person and or that person"
So I did.
I asked the first person and they said it was alright, but that I should check with the head guy to make sure.
I couldn't find the head guy, but the co-head guy I found easily enough so I asked "Have you seen the head guy?"
"No. Have you checked *lists a ton of places*"
"yes"
"Huh...weird."
"Yah...you see I want to get an institute shirt, but I'm not a student in school...."
()_() "WHAT?!?!" (didn't actually yell some of this is exaggeration) "You're in my class you can get a shirt!"
So I followed co-head guy to the office where a speech was made saying "Sarnic is in my class and deserves to have a t-shirt because of the hard work that was put in last year on council!"
Office people "The shirts are in the game room."
Co-head guy. "I was just going there."
lol We marched over to the game room and co-head guy gave the speech again.
The t-shirt handerouter said: "You could have just asked me I would have given one to you anyway."
^^;;; Heh....I hadn't known that the T-shirts were in the game room, the sign said to ask at the main office about getting one. Dun dun dun.
long story short!
I GOT MY SHIRT! ^^ Woot!
lol and I can still advertise it around campus as I tend to walk to school...thereby walking through campus to get to institute. So I can still help out and advertise ^^
But anyway colors.
I hadn't planned on getting my institute shirt today and maybe I'd seen pictures of the shirts earlier....
but the shirt...was light blue.
Like the exact shade of the shirt I was wearing over my checkered button up.
()_()
Weird.
So I switched out the undershirt and unbuttoned the checkered shirt and walla!
I was wearing my t-shirt! ^^ Woot!
lol Odd how I unconsciously dressed in the institute shirt color today. I guess I did have the thought of getting a shirt today...but I didn't consciously remember the color of the shirt.
So I ended up matching by accident with my shirt. ^^;;
lol super cool.
I still wonder though....if there was more to this then just coincidence....maybe there are planes of...colors....where somehow a connection is formed between what you wear and what happens later in the day.....
hmmm something I'll explore more in another post I guess. ^^;; lol
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved a guitar being smashed on the ground...there was some sort of murder mystery being solved...but I don't remember most of it. :(
-S.N.D
Usually it happens with a family member, where you end up wearing the same outfit, or a similar combination of colors.
Well....that does happen to me.
But recently...it seems like I've been picking up on other...color clothes connections.
For example I went to this one place and ended up wearing an outfit similar to the store's uniform. I hadn't been to that store in months and months and months so I wouldn't even remember the outfit. But...I ended up wearing similar clothes to the people who work there...more on this in a different post as it comes into play again. :)
But today.
It happened again. :)
You see....
I went to Institute today.
But before going to school I decided to put on a light blue shirt with a checkered blue and lighter redpurple shirt over it.
Well...I got to Institute today,
And saw that they had T-shirts that were free.
-As long as you were a student at the school, enrolled into institute, and promised to wear the shirt every Tuesday for a month (last year it was for the whole school year) then you could get the shirt for free.
lol its advertising for the institute to get more people to come as people would ask where we got our shirts and such.
Anyway, I saw the shirt and thought to myself "Self I want one!!"
Problem. I'm no longer a student at the school.
As Institute is free I still signed up this go around for institute classes...as that will give me a bit of a social aspect to my day ;) lol plus a big spiritual boost as well :D
Anyway, I went up to the office and asked "Is it alright if I get a shirt if I graduated and I'm not in school?"
Their response was. O.o "Uh....ask this person and or that person"
So I did.
I asked the first person and they said it was alright, but that I should check with the head guy to make sure.
I couldn't find the head guy, but the co-head guy I found easily enough so I asked "Have you seen the head guy?"
"No. Have you checked *lists a ton of places*"
"yes"
"Huh...weird."
"Yah...you see I want to get an institute shirt, but I'm not a student in school...."
()_() "WHAT?!?!" (didn't actually yell some of this is exaggeration) "You're in my class you can get a shirt!"
So I followed co-head guy to the office where a speech was made saying "Sarnic is in my class and deserves to have a t-shirt because of the hard work that was put in last year on council!"
Office people "The shirts are in the game room."
Co-head guy. "I was just going there."
lol We marched over to the game room and co-head guy gave the speech again.
The t-shirt handerouter said: "You could have just asked me I would have given one to you anyway."
^^;;; Heh....I hadn't known that the T-shirts were in the game room, the sign said to ask at the main office about getting one. Dun dun dun.
long story short!
I GOT MY SHIRT! ^^ Woot!
lol and I can still advertise it around campus as I tend to walk to school...thereby walking through campus to get to institute. So I can still help out and advertise ^^
But anyway colors.
I hadn't planned on getting my institute shirt today and maybe I'd seen pictures of the shirts earlier....
but the shirt...was light blue.
Like the exact shade of the shirt I was wearing over my checkered button up.
()_()
Weird.
So I switched out the undershirt and unbuttoned the checkered shirt and walla!
I was wearing my t-shirt! ^^ Woot!
lol Odd how I unconsciously dressed in the institute shirt color today. I guess I did have the thought of getting a shirt today...but I didn't consciously remember the color of the shirt.
So I ended up matching by accident with my shirt. ^^;;
lol super cool.
I still wonder though....if there was more to this then just coincidence....maybe there are planes of...colors....where somehow a connection is formed between what you wear and what happens later in the day.....
hmmm something I'll explore more in another post I guess. ^^;; lol
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved a guitar being smashed on the ground...there was some sort of murder mystery being solved...but I don't remember most of it. :(
-S.N.D
Monday, August 27, 2012
April 1991 General Conference Saturday Morning
I've found recently that reading conference talks before a big event....like the first day of school, helps to calm me and bring peace to my mind. So for all those who are starting school; here are some highlights I found meaningful in the 1991 April General Conference. :)
Thomas S. Monson -The Power of Prayer
F. Michael Watson - Statistical Report 1990
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Thomas S. Monson -The Power of Prayer
- "The price of peace is righteousness. Men and nations may loudly proclaim, 'Peace, peace,' but there shall be no peace until individuals nurture in their souls those principles of personal purity, integrity, and character which foster the development of peace. Peace cannot be imposed. It must come from the lives and hearts of men. There is no other way."
F. Michael Watson - Statistical Report 1990
- Total Membership at the close of 1990: 7,760,000
- It is my intent to teach doctrine which, if understood, will reinforce your courage and endurance, even foster a measure of contentment with circumstances which you did not invite, do not deserve, but from which you cannot turn away.
- Afflictions come to the innocent.
- We must work out our salvation without expecting the laws of nature to be exempted for us.
- Teach them that they, in their own way, should become like angels who "move the water," healing a spirit by erasing loneliness, embarrassment, or rejection.
- "All spirits while in the pre-existence were perfect in form, having all their faculties and mental powers unimpaired. ... Deformities in body and mind are ... physical."
- Physical means "temporal"; temporal means "temporary." Spirits which are beautiful and innocent may be temporarily restrained by physical impediments.
- You are manifesting the works of God with every thought, with every gesture of tenderness and care you extend to the handicapped loved one. Never mind the tears nor the hours of regret and discouragement; never mind the times when you feel you cannot stand another day of what is required. You are living the principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ in exceptional purity. And you perfect yourselves in the process.
- "All the minds and spirits that God ever sent into the world are susceptible of enlargement."
- To know just how far to press the handicapped when physical and emotional pain are involved may be the most difficult part for those who serve them. Nevertheless, as the Prophet Joseph Smith said, "There must be decision of character, aside from sympathy."
- Think of this: Unless we die prematurely, every one of us may end up both physically and mentally handicapped. We would do well to make advance payments of service and compassion on which we may draw when the time comes.
- Historically, the abundance with which the Lord has blessed his people has proved to be one of their greatest tests. The cycles of their acquiring worldly wealth and their subsequent spiritual decline are well documented in scriptural and historical records.
- It was when they became settled in this goodly land that they began to take their abundance for granted and to forget the real source of these blessings.
- "I hope that the gold mines will be no nearer than 800 miles. ... Prosperity and riches blunt the feelings of man."
- This people will stand mobbing, robbing, poverty, and all manner of persecution, and be true. But my greater fear ... is that they cannot stand wealth.
- The danger lay in its obscuring the need for acknowledging the Lord's hand in these blessings, and in failing to use the abundance to bless others and to accomplish the Lord's purposes.
- The acquisition of wealth has frequently produced pride, self-satisfaction, and arrogance.
- History repeatedly confirms that the abundance of earthly possessions can be both a blessing and a curse, depending upon the way these things are viewed and used. When we consume them on our own lust, we invoke tragedy.
- Wealth is a relative thing. conditions vary dramatically from place to place in the world today. That which some consider to be the necessities of life, to others would be abundance, and even extravagance.
- By "passing it on," [he tried] to rid himself of his pain, and the responsibility for it, by inflicting it on another.
- Unwillingness to accept the responsibility for and consequences of one's actions is an all too common condition in today's world.
- The habit of shifting the burden of guilt onto someone else, while perhaps understandable in a secular setting, has more serious consequences in a spiritual one. there too it has an ancient but not honorable tradition.
- When faced with the consequences of transgression, rather than looking to ourselves as the source of the discomfort which always accompanies sin, many of us tend to blame someone else. Rather than getting out of a vicious and senseless circle, we fault our neighbor for our pain and try to pass it on. But to repent we must leave the circle.
- Just as foolish as believing that we can "pass it on" is the idea that the satisfaction of being in the circle, whatever that may be, can somehow excuse any wrongs committed there. This notion is widely shared and is most often expressed by the phrase, "The end justifies the means." Such a belief, if left undisturbed and unchecked, can also impede the repentance process and cheat us out of exaltation.
- The truth is that we are judged by the means we employ and not by the ends we may hope to obtain. It will do us little good at the last day to respond to the Great Judge, "I know I was not all I could have been, but my heart was in the right place."
- Face up, quit, get out, confess, apologize, admit the harm we have done, and just plain walk away.
- There are so many important things for us to do in mortality. There is not much time to waste on games.
- To those who say, "I may have done a little wrong, but my purpose was good and I believe God will justify my behavior" my response is, "Maybe so, but don't count on it."
- The commandment to honor our parents has strands that run through the entire fabric of the gospel. It is inherent in our relationship to God our Father. It embraces the divine destiny of the children of God. This commandment relates to the government of the family, which is patterned after the government of heaven.
- We sense the importance of these relationships when we realize that our greatest expressions of joy or pain in mortality come from the members of our families.
- In this day, failing to honor our parents is not a capital crime in any country of which I am aware. However, the divine direction to honor our father and our mother has never been revoked.
- Young people, if you honor your parents, you will love them, respect them, confide in them, be considerate of them, express appreciation for them, and demonstrate all of these things by following their counsel in righteousness and by obeying the commandments of God.
- Give ... elderly parents and grandparents the love, care, and attention they deserve.
- Even when parents become elderly, we ought to honor them by allowing them freedom of choice and the opportunity for Independence as long as possible. let us not take away from them choices which they can still make. Some parents are able to live and care for themselves well into their advancing years and would prefer to do so. Where they can, let them.
- Children are attentive.
- Righteousness is a beacon and a worthy act is its own reward.
- "Be patient in afflictions, for thou shalt have many; but endure them, for, lo, I am with thee, even unto the end of thy days."
- Disappointments, death, losses, or failures are real and difficult to manage but should never cause us to have barbed tongues, lasting resentment, or negative attitudes. The gospel encourages us to develop the capacity to learn from the past and present and see the opportunities that can be ours in the days to come.
- The Lord would have us mingle our voices of gladness with His to give strength, encouragement, and joy to His children.
- In the world, where there are often voices of pessimism and negative feelings, the voice of gladness is welcome indeed. Some seem to live with doubt, fear of the future, and sorrow for the past. If it is our nature to criticize or demean, we can cause the voice of gladness to be silenced. We need those who bring gladness into our lives. We need those who give encouragement and reflect optimism.
- Sincere yet simple words of praise can lift souls and bring gladness. Mark Twain remarked that he could live two months on one good compliment. In the words of the biblical proverbs of Solomon: "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver."
- Encouragement can be quick and simple, but it is a voice of gladness that is needed by everyone.
- Laughing and believing in themselves [is] a major part of their survival."
- "Man, without a sense of humor I wouldn't have made it this far."
- "A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones."
- Thank God for noble souls who can and do weather life's storms with sincere voices of gladness which overshadow the present and make the principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ real and strengthening.
- We can choose our reactions to difficulties and challenges.
- Life can be both bitter and sweet. It is up to us to choose whether we want to reflect the voices of gloom or gladness.
- We don't have to walk through life alone.
- Let us remember that acts of kindness with pure motives and righteous purposes can be and are encouraged to be done in quietness, gentle voices, and in privacy. We can program ourselves to build, encourage, and give strength.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Pre School Jitters? I Don't Think So.
School starts tomorrow.
And for the first time in forever.
I'm not going.
It hasn't hit me yet....that I don't have to go to school.
No more homework.
No more tests by the teachers.
I'm free from the school life.
For the first time.
Summer could keep on going for me until Fall hits ;) lol
But for all the others....
School starts tomorrow.
Dun Dun Dun
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was on a train with a bunch of other kids. We were all dressed in red, wearing tanktops/basketball jersey's with three digit numbers on them. The kids had been on the train their whole life, training to become....I guess you could say master spies/assassins. They'd never left the train and had been taught to think that they didn't need to leave because everything was provided there for them. But there was a boy who didn't listen to the teachings. He wanted to experience life off the train for himself. So at one stop he got off and just ran. But behind him a girl named Allison also followed him. The people -guards- on the train realized what this boy was doing and took off running after him, but he was too fast. Allison on the other hand...was drinking from a water bottle and noticed something wrong in it and she just stopped running to stare into the water. The boy yelled "No! Keep running!" But the guys dressed in black grabbed her and shoved her against a coat rack baseball diamond metal fence looking thing. The boy turned back and fought with the attackers to free Allison and was success full. He pulled her down and the two of them disappeared into the night. I was in my parent's kitchen -on the train- trying to make chocolate chip cookies, but I was having problems with the recipe, like putting the ingredients in the right order and in the right amounts. I ended up putting too much water into the cookies and had to ask my dad how to fix it. He dumped out most of the water and told me to stir again. I did so, but there was still too much water. So I ended up taking the bowl outside to feed it to the kittens before coming back into the train car. I sat down and grabbed a slice of pizza eating that with about five other people. We were having a good time, but then a woman in a big white fur coat -alot like Cruella DeVil, entered. We were all wary of her. She was the leader of the train and not a person to cross. She started talking about the boy who had escaped and how that wasn't acceptable and looking at us all as if she expected us to run. And she was telling us that it wasn't a good idea to run. -She didn't want any of us to get the same idea and so wanted to make us more terrified and obedient to her so we wouldn't think of running away and she wanted to know if we knew any information on the boy that would help us find him. I quietly stuffed the rest of my pizza into my mouth and slipped outside of the train car. I ran to the connection things and slipped off onto the gravel next to the train. We were passing through a desert/prairie terrain type area that was rocky with reds and yellow colors with trees on the hills a good two or three miles away. I dug into the dirt and took off running as fast as I could. Soon after cries of "Melissa!" and "Stop her! Stop 261!" (the number on my jersey) followed after me and a swarm of my fellow train mates hopped off the train and gave chase. My goal was to get to the tree before the helicopter that was flying towards me caught up. As I ran I saw a boy with blonde hair crouching under a thin fern like three and made for him. He too had come from the train and was running away, but with better luck then I had. He moved to the pine tree behind the thin fern tree just as I reached him. And the others reached us. One of the other red shirted boys climbed into the pine tree 'looking' for us, and the members of the ground runners who caught up with us....didn't take us captive. They used the boy in the tree as the 'person who ran' and he went in the helicopter while another older boy with darker hair asked us if this was what we really wanted to do. we said yes and that we could look out for each other. the darker haired boy nodded and left us, leading everyone else back to the train. Our journey after that was difficult as Cruella had made things different on the train so that we usually would get food from the soap dispensers...and got a nasty tasting shock the first time we tried that in real life....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D.
And for the first time in forever.
I'm not going.
It hasn't hit me yet....that I don't have to go to school.
No more homework.
No more tests by the teachers.
I'm free from the school life.
For the first time.
Summer could keep on going for me until Fall hits ;) lol
But for all the others....
School starts tomorrow.
Dun Dun Dun
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was on a train with a bunch of other kids. We were all dressed in red, wearing tanktops/basketball jersey's with three digit numbers on them. The kids had been on the train their whole life, training to become....I guess you could say master spies/assassins. They'd never left the train and had been taught to think that they didn't need to leave because everything was provided there for them. But there was a boy who didn't listen to the teachings. He wanted to experience life off the train for himself. So at one stop he got off and just ran. But behind him a girl named Allison also followed him. The people -guards- on the train realized what this boy was doing and took off running after him, but he was too fast. Allison on the other hand...was drinking from a water bottle and noticed something wrong in it and she just stopped running to stare into the water. The boy yelled "No! Keep running!" But the guys dressed in black grabbed her and shoved her against a coat rack baseball diamond metal fence looking thing. The boy turned back and fought with the attackers to free Allison and was success full. He pulled her down and the two of them disappeared into the night. I was in my parent's kitchen -on the train- trying to make chocolate chip cookies, but I was having problems with the recipe, like putting the ingredients in the right order and in the right amounts. I ended up putting too much water into the cookies and had to ask my dad how to fix it. He dumped out most of the water and told me to stir again. I did so, but there was still too much water. So I ended up taking the bowl outside to feed it to the kittens before coming back into the train car. I sat down and grabbed a slice of pizza eating that with about five other people. We were having a good time, but then a woman in a big white fur coat -alot like Cruella DeVil, entered. We were all wary of her. She was the leader of the train and not a person to cross. She started talking about the boy who had escaped and how that wasn't acceptable and looking at us all as if she expected us to run. And she was telling us that it wasn't a good idea to run. -She didn't want any of us to get the same idea and so wanted to make us more terrified and obedient to her so we wouldn't think of running away and she wanted to know if we knew any information on the boy that would help us find him. I quietly stuffed the rest of my pizza into my mouth and slipped outside of the train car. I ran to the connection things and slipped off onto the gravel next to the train. We were passing through a desert/prairie terrain type area that was rocky with reds and yellow colors with trees on the hills a good two or three miles away. I dug into the dirt and took off running as fast as I could. Soon after cries of "Melissa!" and "Stop her! Stop 261!" (the number on my jersey) followed after me and a swarm of my fellow train mates hopped off the train and gave chase. My goal was to get to the tree before the helicopter that was flying towards me caught up. As I ran I saw a boy with blonde hair crouching under a thin fern like three and made for him. He too had come from the train and was running away, but with better luck then I had. He moved to the pine tree behind the thin fern tree just as I reached him. And the others reached us. One of the other red shirted boys climbed into the pine tree 'looking' for us, and the members of the ground runners who caught up with us....didn't take us captive. They used the boy in the tree as the 'person who ran' and he went in the helicopter while another older boy with darker hair asked us if this was what we really wanted to do. we said yes and that we could look out for each other. the darker haired boy nodded and left us, leading everyone else back to the train. Our journey after that was difficult as Cruella had made things different on the train so that we usually would get food from the soap dispensers...and got a nasty tasting shock the first time we tried that in real life....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
A Whisker Update
Back in May I did a post about a kitten.
Dove's kitten.
I actually hadn't named it.
But due to my title being "Night Time Whisker Drama."
Everyone thought I named the kitten Whisker. ^^;;
lol so it stuck.
And he's still such a cute little guy!
:D
I haven't been able to see him much.
Until recently.
Before last weekend I'd only seen the kitten if I'd patiently waited at night after feeding the others.
But. Not last weekend. :)
You see, my parents have been working on taming Whisker. :)
^^ lol...that's usually my job when I'm home...but since I'm home rarely these days...it wasn't happening.
I'm not quite sure how it all worked out.
But Basically it kinda went like this.
Dove removes herself from the scene.
Basically kicking Whisker out of the family so she could focus on a new bunch of kittens coming along.
Poor Whisker didn't know what to do without his mother, and so he kinda adopted Sadie (our old blind, deaf, unstable doggie) as a surrogate mother.
He became unafraid of the dogs.
Followed after their example.
Noticed that the tall two legged people only provided food.
Soon came to the door begging for food
And ignored the humans when eating.
As Mom likes to sit down to help feed the doggies, she would reach out and stroke Whisker nearby.
Then one day, she just scooped up Whisker and took him to his bowl and set him down giving him food.
Thanks to Mother Dearest the Cat Tamer! ^^ (and some Daddoo participation I think.) Whisker has been tamed!
lol That doesn't mean sudden loud sounds don't startle him into running and if he thinks too much about us being big humans....
He's so much fun! :) lol
I had alot of fun playing with him and he basically owns the yard now. :)
So without further adue.
I present to you!
WHISKER!! :)
The Dream
I was in a familiar place, that I had dreamed about before. It was like a climbing...place where people would attempt to climb up things and if they managed to get to the top without falling they would get a prize. The trick was that you had to free climb this thing, and the wall was basically lightning bolt shaped. Where you basically hanging upside down to get to the next level. It wasn't straight up and down and I thought the guy who was climbing it was crazy. He made it to the top of this...equal sign shaped wooden apparatus that swung back and forth in the wind. The guy in charge of this challenge told the man with a black beard that if he walked across the wooden beam to the other side he would get a prize. I blinked and I was suddenly on the other side of the beam, holding onto the rope holding up the apparatus. I had made it across the beam. And it was swaying back and forth with more vigor as the storm picked up and the wind got stronger. There was a pulley system where I was and I just needed to get down....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away...
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Dove's kitten.
I actually hadn't named it.
But due to my title being "Night Time Whisker Drama."
Everyone thought I named the kitten Whisker. ^^;;
lol so it stuck.
And he's still such a cute little guy!
:D
I haven't been able to see him much.
Until recently.
Before last weekend I'd only seen the kitten if I'd patiently waited at night after feeding the others.
But. Not last weekend. :)
You see, my parents have been working on taming Whisker. :)
^^ lol...that's usually my job when I'm home...but since I'm home rarely these days...it wasn't happening.
I'm not quite sure how it all worked out.
But Basically it kinda went like this.
Dove removes herself from the scene.
Basically kicking Whisker out of the family so she could focus on a new bunch of kittens coming along.
Poor Whisker didn't know what to do without his mother, and so he kinda adopted Sadie (our old blind, deaf, unstable doggie) as a surrogate mother.
He became unafraid of the dogs.
Followed after their example.
Noticed that the tall two legged people only provided food.
Soon came to the door begging for food
And ignored the humans when eating.
As Mom likes to sit down to help feed the doggies, she would reach out and stroke Whisker nearby.
Then one day, she just scooped up Whisker and took him to his bowl and set him down giving him food.
Thanks to Mother Dearest the Cat Tamer! ^^ (and some Daddoo participation I think.) Whisker has been tamed!
lol That doesn't mean sudden loud sounds don't startle him into running and if he thinks too much about us being big humans....
He's so much fun! :) lol
I had alot of fun playing with him and he basically owns the yard now. :)
So without further adue.
I present to you!
WHISKER!! :)
Isn't he the cutest?!
^^ lol I miss him already and I'm totally jealous that mom and dad get to play with him and I don't. :)
I'm so happy he's tamed up so much now ^^ Wahoo! :)
^^;; and yes, the dog in the picture is Sadie. :) The 'surrogate' mother. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in a familiar place, that I had dreamed about before. It was like a climbing...place where people would attempt to climb up things and if they managed to get to the top without falling they would get a prize. The trick was that you had to free climb this thing, and the wall was basically lightning bolt shaped. Where you basically hanging upside down to get to the next level. It wasn't straight up and down and I thought the guy who was climbing it was crazy. He made it to the top of this...equal sign shaped wooden apparatus that swung back and forth in the wind. The guy in charge of this challenge told the man with a black beard that if he walked across the wooden beam to the other side he would get a prize. I blinked and I was suddenly on the other side of the beam, holding onto the rope holding up the apparatus. I had made it across the beam. And it was swaying back and forth with more vigor as the storm picked up and the wind got stronger. There was a pulley system where I was and I just needed to get down....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away...
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Friday, August 24, 2012
Laughter Makes the Show Better
On a similar topic but not quite so similar it just seems similar because I mentioned this topic a couple of days ago and I'm likely to do it again soon...
I was watching a TV show.
And finally finished the first season. :)
What was it?
Once Upon A Time.
A show where fairytale characters are sent to the real world and one person has to break their curse and send them back to their world. -I know totally my type of story being a writer myself right? lol.
It was a show that I had wanted to watch when it came out....but something happened most likely I had class, and I couldn't watch the episodes when they were on.
And the one time I actually checked it out....it seemed dumb to me.
Yet, it's amazing how good shows seem to get when you're in the right situation.
As for the past two or three months a group of us have been gathering together to watch a few of the Once Upon A Time episodes at a time, slowly getting us caught up before the second season starts.
I have to admit, I was hooked as I was able to actually watch the first episode and enough interesting characters were brought in that I was drawn into the story. But I think I got hooked because I was with a group of friends that would just add in comments to make the show funny. As laughter makes things seem better, the show was better because we would laugh at things, make fun of other things, and make wild guesses that turned out to be right. ^^ Lol Twas a lot of fun.
And I'm rather sad that I'm all caught up on it now. :( As its another month before the premiere of season two starts, and then I can only watch one episode at a time. Hopefully the group can gather together to watch it, as I want to see/hear every ones reactions to what happens next. ^^
Especially with Rumplestiltskin. ^^;;
Neeeaah (An attempt at writing down his laugh. ;) lol)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream.
I was on a scavenger hunt all over the neighborhood with a group of other people friends/family people from cartoons....we were searching for a treasure and the bad guys were right behind us wanting that treasure as well. We had to go to certain locations and look in the book to see which words were circled in red and figure out where to go next. We ended up in a cabin of sorts when the bad guys caught up to us, so we dove into a hidden room that was gold in color to escape from the woman and her bad guys but then we discovered that one of the men, a bigger guy who was rich was actually working for the bad guys, and had been telling them where we were going, so we knocked him out and we went running into my neighbor's home and yard to hide out there. The bad guys were right behind us flashing knives and shooting bullets I totally felt like I was going to die....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
I was watching a TV show.
And finally finished the first season. :)
What was it?
Once Upon A Time.
A show where fairytale characters are sent to the real world and one person has to break their curse and send them back to their world. -I know totally my type of story being a writer myself right? lol.
It was a show that I had wanted to watch when it came out....but something happened most likely I had class, and I couldn't watch the episodes when they were on.
And the one time I actually checked it out....it seemed dumb to me.
Yet, it's amazing how good shows seem to get when you're in the right situation.
As for the past two or three months a group of us have been gathering together to watch a few of the Once Upon A Time episodes at a time, slowly getting us caught up before the second season starts.
I have to admit, I was hooked as I was able to actually watch the first episode and enough interesting characters were brought in that I was drawn into the story. But I think I got hooked because I was with a group of friends that would just add in comments to make the show funny. As laughter makes things seem better, the show was better because we would laugh at things, make fun of other things, and make wild guesses that turned out to be right. ^^ Lol Twas a lot of fun.
And I'm rather sad that I'm all caught up on it now. :( As its another month before the premiere of season two starts, and then I can only watch one episode at a time. Hopefully the group can gather together to watch it, as I want to see/hear every ones reactions to what happens next. ^^
Especially with Rumplestiltskin. ^^;;
Neeeaah (An attempt at writing down his laugh. ;) lol)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream.
I was on a scavenger hunt all over the neighborhood with a group of other people friends/family people from cartoons....we were searching for a treasure and the bad guys were right behind us wanting that treasure as well. We had to go to certain locations and look in the book to see which words were circled in red and figure out where to go next. We ended up in a cabin of sorts when the bad guys caught up to us, so we dove into a hidden room that was gold in color to escape from the woman and her bad guys but then we discovered that one of the men, a bigger guy who was rich was actually working for the bad guys, and had been telling them where we were going, so we knocked him out and we went running into my neighbor's home and yard to hide out there. The bad guys were right behind us flashing knives and shooting bullets I totally felt like I was going to die....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Thursday, August 23, 2012
A Source of Light in a Dreary Day
Do you ever get really down....because your expectations for the day have lowered due to past experiences leading you to believe that even though you hope it will be something different you're sure its going to be the same?
I had that yesterday.
Why?
Well....I had planned this event. And invited a bunch of people to come.
Only to find out the night before that there was another event planned as well at the same time...for basically the same group of people.
And that got me really worried.
For I'd been planning similar events every couple of weeks trying to get more people to come.
And it seemed like that night was going to be a dud as everyone else would go to this other event.
And it was confirmed when a couple of people confirmed that they were going to this other event.
Needless to say....I was really really down upon finding that out, as it made me feel....less important. Relegated to the back of the room where if nothing else is happening then people would come to my event. So I left for the event....really expecting everyone who said they were coming to not show up. Totally making it up in my mind that after this week I wasn't going to do another event like this....because the emotional trauma.....
And so it was in this state of mind that I read this story.....
Long years ago I was touched by a story which illustrated love of neighbor between a small boy named Paul and a telephone operator he had never met.
These were the days many will remember with nostalgia but which a new generation will never experience.
Paul related the story: "When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember that the shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but I used to listen with fascination when Mother would talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was 'Information, Please,' and there was nothing she did not know. 'Information, Please' could supply anybody's number and the correct time.
"I learned that if I stood on a stool, I could reach the telephone. I called 'Information, Please' for all sorts of things. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my arithmetic, too.
"Then there was the time that Petey, our pet canary, died. I called 'Information, Please' and told her the sad story. She listened and then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. 'Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers, feet up, on the bottom of the cage?' I asked.
"She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, 'Paul, always remember that there are other worlds in which to sing.' Somehow I felt better.
"All this took place in a small town near Seattle. Then we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. 'Information, Please' belonged to that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying to call her. The memories of those childhood conversations never really left me; often in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
"Later, when I went west to college, my plane made a stop in Seattle," Paul continued.
"I called 'Information, Please,' and when, miraculously, I heard that familiar voice, I said to her, 'I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?'
"'I wonder,' she said, 'if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls.' I told her how often I had thought of her over the years, and I asked if I could call her again when I came back west.
"'Please do,' she said, 'Just ask for Sally.'
"Only three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, 'Information,' and I asked for Sally. 'Are you a friend?' the woman asked.
"'Yes, a very old friend,' I replied.
"'Then I'm sorry to have to tell you. Sally has only been working part-time the last few years because she was ill. She died five weeks ago.' But before I could hang up, she said, 'Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?'
"Yes,' I responded.
"'Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down. Here it is--I'll read it. Tell him I still say there are other worlds in which to sing. He'll know what I mean.
"I thanked her and hung up," said Paul. "I did know what Sally meant."
Sally, the telephone operator, and Paul, the boy--the man--were in reality good Samaritans to each other.
Thomas S. Monson -The Way of the Master- April 1996 General Conference
I left for the event, thinking that 'Well...there are other worlds/places in which to sing.'
And got the pleasant surprise of people showing up! ^^
It was a major relief to see every one's smiling faces and to have them bring people with them so we actually had a bit of a chaotic party going on. ^^
It was so much fun and I was able to relax and think....maybe I can do more events like this. Maybe people will show up... Soo with the event being such a success...I will do it again. :) lol possibly not as often unless others ask for more opportunities. We'll see.
The thing I take away from this, is that this group of people were the good Samaritans in my life. They lifted me back up when I was really down.
And hopefully...I was able to be a good Samaritan back to them as well last night. :)
For I had a BLAST! :) ^^ SO MUCH FUN! To see them so excited ^^
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
There was a small kid on a diving board with black hair and glasses drawing as another kid named Danny Deveto climbed up to the high boards and jumped off into the pool....but as he fell the pool turned to ice. Danny survived, but now there was an attempted murder that we needed to solve. And our only help was the little kid on the diving board to the side of the pool. He'd been painting and the images of a winter/spring scene helped us realize that something was trying to be erased while moving forward (the painting moved about explaining our thoughts.) and was leading us to the next clue when...
The unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Looking For A New TV Series
I need fall to start.
Why?
Because I want the new seasons and new shows to start.
I want something to obsess over....
Okay...maybe I want something old....that has a ton of seasons that I haven't discovered yet.
Because then I have many seasons to catch up on and more time to obsess without the week inbetween each episode.
The key....is to find a show lol :)
Snooping around I've found a couple of fun upcoming shows that have potential.
From the current line up the new shows
Arrow -A tv series based on the DC comic hero Green Arrow. This is intriguing as potentially if the show is good there is more then two hours of stuff to watch. :)
Beauty and the Beast - A series doing a modern twist on the fairytale with Beauty being a detective type person. lol from what I've seen/read it looks like it will be similar to Moonlight. Only Beast wouldn't be a Vampire. Guess we'll see how that comes out.
And surprisingly... the show Go On.
I watched an episode of it yesterday...the pilot I guess.
lol there was nothing else on tv at that moment and I was curious to see this show.
It actually looks like it has some potential as something to watch.
I enjoyed what I saw...which is unusual since I really don't get into the 'sitcom' type of shows like Friends or.....other shows like that. (you can see my aversion to it)
But maybe this I will get into.
lol but I'm way excited for Arrow to come out. I want to see this show :)
Until that time though....I'm looking for something to watch.
Something with action, drama, is funny, but 'superpowered' unique.
lol basically...I'll know it when I see it.
I just want to watch something that will trigger my imagination. :)
Something that excites the creative part of me to be creative.
Guess we'll see what I find.... :)
Wish me luck on my hunting adventure! :)
(Do you have any suggestions on shows to watch?)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
My dad was getting married. To a girl younger then me named Megan, she was only a couple months younger, but still. She was my age. And my dad was going to get married to her. Which was extremely weird because he was still married to my mom and they had no plans for divorce. So I figured that this strange triangle relationship couldn't last. After all my dad was married, but getting Megan to break things off with my dad were...difficult. She was such a sweet person....to my dad. To us kids and particularly to me, she was a crazy controlling bridezilla. She wasn't above threatening my life to make sure that the wedding took place. I wasn't going to let the threats stop me though. I would show my dad that this was a super bad idea. We were at my grandma's home in her living room getting ready to leave. My dad called for Megan to grab the cucumber as she walked out the door, she turned to me and asked me to toss one to her. I did, but I chose to toss a squash/gourd to her that was limp and floppy while I picked up the cucumber to take to my dad. I gave her the floppy gourd so that she couldn't hurt me with it, but that didn't really stop her. We ended up both with axes and again she threatened to hurt me. We got into the car and were driving to some place for a concert and I enlisted this band to help convince my dad to break things up. There was the black haired guy from America's Got Talent as the main singer. The bald guy Howie might have been there as well. But there were three or four of them as a group. My job was to keep them in the dark as to what they were actually doing -which was putting on a concert for my dad to help him come to his senses. But I had to hide who I really was so I was wearing a wig...that might have been green and doing everything I possibly could to keep them unsuspicious as they practiced in a hotel bathroom area. While they were singing various songs my dad made the announcement...that they weren't getting married, while the band seemed to realize that I had tricked them and I had to deal with that melt down as they packed up their things to leave. They weren't angry with me, they just needed to get on with their next gig, but I didn't want them to go as they were really cool. My perspective shifted and I was staring at a dark hole in the rock where young kids would climb down into the hole as part of a challenge and climb to the bottom. They were supposed to make it without falling, but falling or not...the results were the same. Once they got down to the bottom...there was no way to get back up. They were trapped down there in a sort of prison where they would grow into monstrous looking people that kinda remind me of ogres or cyclops. These creatures would wait for the next boy to come down and try and get him. I watch one boy narrowly escape being caught and killed these monsters and hide in a hole....where presumably he would survive and become like them. I was part of the organization trying to help these gifted boys not end up in that prison hole, as they all had abilities. But...things went awry the monster creatures in the whole managed to get out and they were targeting these gifted children. It was a windy day and it seemed like there was an apocalypse about to happen as I and others ran down the hill from my elementary school to a group of students below that may or may not have been panicking. They were going in a certain direction quickly but it was hard to tell if it was panicked or not. Me and my teams goal was to find two students in this school that were gifted. Everyone split off to find one of the boys while...the other found me. He was standing at the bottom of the hill with a briefcase in hand wearing a suit with blonde hair slicked back. He looked like Artemis Fowl to me in personality and dress, but his appearance was similar to Draco Malfoy and I called him Malfoy. In a controlled and poised voice he told me to follow him. Which I did so with a little bit of difficulty as I was in heels and pencil skirt. But we went to this grey stainless still building and he swiped a card that let him and I enter into a...techno sort of laboratory place where he began imputing data into a screen. His goal was to create a formula that would nullify the monsters, but I wasn't sure....if I could actually trust him. He was so well prepared that it was difficult not to think that I might have just walked into a trap....
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Why?
Because I want the new seasons and new shows to start.
I want something to obsess over....
Okay...maybe I want something old....that has a ton of seasons that I haven't discovered yet.
Because then I have many seasons to catch up on and more time to obsess without the week inbetween each episode.
The key....is to find a show lol :)
Snooping around I've found a couple of fun upcoming shows that have potential.
From the current line up the new shows
Arrow -A tv series based on the DC comic hero Green Arrow. This is intriguing as potentially if the show is good there is more then two hours of stuff to watch. :)
Beauty and the Beast - A series doing a modern twist on the fairytale with Beauty being a detective type person. lol from what I've seen/read it looks like it will be similar to Moonlight. Only Beast wouldn't be a Vampire. Guess we'll see how that comes out.
And surprisingly... the show Go On.
I watched an episode of it yesterday...the pilot I guess.
lol there was nothing else on tv at that moment and I was curious to see this show.
It actually looks like it has some potential as something to watch.
I enjoyed what I saw...which is unusual since I really don't get into the 'sitcom' type of shows like Friends or.....other shows like that. (you can see my aversion to it)
But maybe this I will get into.
lol but I'm way excited for Arrow to come out. I want to see this show :)
Until that time though....I'm looking for something to watch.
Something with action, drama, is funny, but 'superpowered' unique.
lol basically...I'll know it when I see it.
I just want to watch something that will trigger my imagination. :)
Something that excites the creative part of me to be creative.
Guess we'll see what I find.... :)
Wish me luck on my hunting adventure! :)
(Do you have any suggestions on shows to watch?)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
My dad was getting married. To a girl younger then me named Megan, she was only a couple months younger, but still. She was my age. And my dad was going to get married to her. Which was extremely weird because he was still married to my mom and they had no plans for divorce. So I figured that this strange triangle relationship couldn't last. After all my dad was married, but getting Megan to break things off with my dad were...difficult. She was such a sweet person....to my dad. To us kids and particularly to me, she was a crazy controlling bridezilla. She wasn't above threatening my life to make sure that the wedding took place. I wasn't going to let the threats stop me though. I would show my dad that this was a super bad idea. We were at my grandma's home in her living room getting ready to leave. My dad called for Megan to grab the cucumber as she walked out the door, she turned to me and asked me to toss one to her. I did, but I chose to toss a squash/gourd to her that was limp and floppy while I picked up the cucumber to take to my dad. I gave her the floppy gourd so that she couldn't hurt me with it, but that didn't really stop her. We ended up both with axes and again she threatened to hurt me. We got into the car and were driving to some place for a concert and I enlisted this band to help convince my dad to break things up. There was the black haired guy from America's Got Talent as the main singer. The bald guy Howie might have been there as well. But there were three or four of them as a group. My job was to keep them in the dark as to what they were actually doing -which was putting on a concert for my dad to help him come to his senses. But I had to hide who I really was so I was wearing a wig...that might have been green and doing everything I possibly could to keep them unsuspicious as they practiced in a hotel bathroom area. While they were singing various songs my dad made the announcement...that they weren't getting married, while the band seemed to realize that I had tricked them and I had to deal with that melt down as they packed up their things to leave. They weren't angry with me, they just needed to get on with their next gig, but I didn't want them to go as they were really cool. My perspective shifted and I was staring at a dark hole in the rock where young kids would climb down into the hole as part of a challenge and climb to the bottom. They were supposed to make it without falling, but falling or not...the results were the same. Once they got down to the bottom...there was no way to get back up. They were trapped down there in a sort of prison where they would grow into monstrous looking people that kinda remind me of ogres or cyclops. These creatures would wait for the next boy to come down and try and get him. I watch one boy narrowly escape being caught and killed these monsters and hide in a hole....where presumably he would survive and become like them. I was part of the organization trying to help these gifted boys not end up in that prison hole, as they all had abilities. But...things went awry the monster creatures in the whole managed to get out and they were targeting these gifted children. It was a windy day and it seemed like there was an apocalypse about to happen as I and others ran down the hill from my elementary school to a group of students below that may or may not have been panicking. They were going in a certain direction quickly but it was hard to tell if it was panicked or not. Me and my teams goal was to find two students in this school that were gifted. Everyone split off to find one of the boys while...the other found me. He was standing at the bottom of the hill with a briefcase in hand wearing a suit with blonde hair slicked back. He looked like Artemis Fowl to me in personality and dress, but his appearance was similar to Draco Malfoy and I called him Malfoy. In a controlled and poised voice he told me to follow him. Which I did so with a little bit of difficulty as I was in heels and pencil skirt. But we went to this grey stainless still building and he swiped a card that let him and I enter into a...techno sort of laboratory place where he began imputing data into a screen. His goal was to create a formula that would nullify the monsters, but I wasn't sure....if I could actually trust him. He was so well prepared that it was difficult not to think that I might have just walked into a trap....
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Spiral Jetty Thoughts of Life
There I was, walking out into the Great Salt Lake.
My quest, to reach the center.
The center of the Spiral Jetty.
Some years its easier then others.
This year, was not an easy year.
As the water has come back up over the jetty
so only the edges of the spiral are visible.
Labyrinth
Maze
Land! :) lol
And even though I sustained an injury during this 'trek'
I still made it back to land. :)
The Dream
I was in a rock area, where there were lots of red rocks around and a group of us were scattered upon the incline of the hill. There was a little kid a boy with blonde hair that wanted to play hide and seek. What we'd do was close our eyes and count to ten then try to find each other among the rocks. There were a couple of popular rock outcroppings, but I decided that I wanted to mix things up and hide behind a different section of rocks where you wouldn't think to look. The boy's turn to seek came up and he closed his eyes and I started running. Well, ten came alot faster then I thought it would. I think I thought he was going to count to twenty. So when he opened his eyes, I was out in the open in plain sight. He took off running after me and I took off running and it became a game of who could run the fastest. I was trying to stay ahead of him going up and down the different rocky paths, but Uncle Ken and Cousin Kaliea showed up and hindered me enough that the boy caught up to me and tagged me. By this time I was out of breath so I went to the bathroom of the camp we were at to refresh myself. Only it was rather hard to do that as the stall doors wouldn't shut properly. It was like a two door combination but I couldn't figure out how to lock them properly and they kept swinging open. So I got them to lock together as best I could by putting the handles around each other and worked on changing my clothes to something else. I had thought that the door was fully shut, but when a group of girls walked in just as I finished only half of the doorway had been covered by the door. Luckily I was done so I left soon after, but it was just rather awkward. I walked with a group of others over to tunnel as we were headed home. This tunnel suppose to connect Walmart to the University...wasn't completed yet. We got to the road and found there was no crosswalk to cross instead we were on this platform that had a sewer ladder (those ladders hooked into the side of walls) with a guide saying that we needed to climb down in order to get into the tunnel so we could cross. The guide switched from being a girl with long blackish hair pulled back into a ponytail into a guy. He told us to use the zipline. As there was a zipline looking contraption that lead off into the distance perpendicular to where we wanted to go. It apparently was the only way to cross the street though. We had one girl get into the big black chair seat looking thing -a cross between chair and the climbing harness rock climbers wear- and go zipplining along. There was another girl who accidentally got caught up in the harness before she was ready and went zipping down the line. The guy in charge knew she was in trouble so he activated the platform and the whole platform twisted and moved down the zipline route crossing over fields and construction areas. -the place was dark as it was sunset so most things were black and smoggy looking - over to this carnival area. My family and I stepped out of the dark doorway into a carnival games section of the building. I wandered off looking to see if there were any games that I could play and actually win at. I saw a bunch of random things, most of them in dark tones. There was a girl with blonde hair that was rolling balls around. She had a small octagonal chip with numbers on it and as she moved the balls around she would stick the chip into the ball, remove it and stick it on another ball. I think the game was supposed to be like the 'which cup has the ball underneath it' game. I could see the girl doing her trick though and the game didn't end before I left now wondering where my family had gone. I found them in a cafe area that was bright white compared to the rest of the carnival building. It looked like an ice cream parlor sort of place and my family was getting food to eat. My sister and I ended up wandering around the museum of the carnival looking at different exhibits. The place was like a maze with rooms leading to other rooms and different levels. I remember one exhibit had pictures of frogs -cartoon style- in a small closet sized hallway before it lead to this big open high vaulted ceiling museum room that had a bunch of animals in it. They were hanging by their feet from the ceiling and many of the big eyed dogs and cats had three heads on one neck with little antenna things coming from the center of the main head between the cool eyes. Weird. I had accidentally found the route that got me out of the museum, but I hadn't seen the whole place yet and I needed to find Kikay. So I went back into the museum, found Kikay and as we were walking along I discovered that my wallet wasn't in my pocket. It wasn't in my jeans pocket or the pocket of the jacket I was wearing. I had been robbed. I found it hard to believe though because my wallet had been in my jeans pocket and the jacket I wore covered that pocket and my hands were in the jacket pockets...so how could a thief go under one layer of clothing to get my stuff? It didn't make sense. My sister helped me look and she discovered all my things underneath the left side of my collar. They fell to the floor below us -we were on a balcony- and I was desperate to get the twelve or so different items that had fallen out before somebody picked them up and took them. -Though I managed to hold onto my wallet when that was found. I was trying to figure out how to use the railings to climb down to the floor below without hurting myself....
When the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
My quest, to reach the center.
The center of the Spiral Jetty.
Some years its easier then others.
This year, was not an easy year.
As the water has come back up over the jetty
so only the edges of the spiral are visible.
I didn't think it would be that difficult to walk out.
I mean the path is marked and the jetty is made out of rocks.
Oh no. It was hard.
As you see...the rocks aren't all the same size.
And many of them were loose.
So as you stepped on them they would shift under your weight threatening to toss you into the water.
-Which wasn't more then knee deep -but I had my ipod in my pocket for pictures and I really didn't want to get that wet. So I was very worried about falling in.
The other problem about walking out...was the color of the lake.
It was pink.
I tried to take a picture of it to show you guys (picture above)
But sadly due to the hazy clouds in the sky, the lighting wasn't the best.
But think of roses that are pink, and that was how pink the water was.
-It wasn't from the brine shrimp, but from the pink colored algae that grows on this side of the lake.
This pink haze besides the rocks were cause for trial in the quest out to the lake.
As the murky pinkness hid the rocks from view if the rocks were like three inches below the surface.
So as I was walking along I had to constantly feel for rocks I couldn't see that could possibly be loose threatening to make me fall into the water where my ipod would get wet and ruined.
And some parts of the spiral had less rocks then others where sand had come upon the jetty as well.
It was possible to walk in ankle deep water and then suddenly be down to your knees two steps later because of the rocky/sandy inconsistency.
All in all. It wasn't that bad of a walk out. I got a couple of stubbed toes. But it wouldn't have been such a hassle....except I was trying to keep my jeans from getting wet. I had only brought one pair of jeans home with me as I was only staying for a couple of days. And I was wearing them...so I didn't want them to get salt encrusted as I needed to wear them the next day.
I did pretty well, walking really slowly and carefully.
I had had almost made it to the center of the spiral when they actually got wet. >.< booo all that effort and my jeans got salty anyway.
Still I made it to the center!
*angelic chorus*
And almost immediately....almost fell over, as my footing slipped on one of the rocks.
Luckily Daddoo was there to rescue me (and my ipod)
But I got this nice gift in exchange.
lol....that wasn't a fun walk back through the salt water to land.
I know salt water is great for cleansing wounds.
But it sure stings like a really bad sunburn!
My leg felt like it was burning the rest of the night. (slight exaggeration)
But you can see how pink and irritated the skin around the cuts is in the picture above.
My leg is still that pink and the scrapes are sensitive to being brushed against stuff.
Ouch.
But anyway.
Since my pants were wet and my leg was injured. I did something different on the walk back to land.
I held onto my dad for support.
On the way out I walked so slowly (my dad was way ahead of me) and it took forever.
On the way in with his help (and me not caring about my jeans anymore) we walked together back in much quicker.
I thought it was cool that with the support of another I was able to move fast where by myself I was only able to move slow.
My thoughts were added to when my Daddoo said that the Spiral Jetty was like a labyrinth.
You see Labyrinths only have one path. They may be convoluted paths but there are no dead ends unlike mazes that have one path that gets you to where your going but alot of dead ends you have to face if you make a wrong turn.
LabyrinthMaze
And he said that life was alot like a labyrinth because you only walk one path of your life, its hard to hit a dead end because you're always moving forward through life.
I thought that was a cool analogy and I also connected it to my first thought.
You can go through life unsupported, and you will get to where you're going, but more likely it will be at a slower pace because you'd have to tread more carefully because if you slip... you could fall into the water.
But with the support of another -family, friends, coworkers or even the Savior- you have another hand that will support you. So if you slip you have someone you're already holding onto that will keep you from going under. That doesn't mean that the two of you take the same path though. Often my dad and I would step on the same stones, but we'd also walk side by side stepping on different stones as well. So those who support us may only connect with us in a few spots but even though they're on a different path, they can still be there for you to keep you from faltering.
So that you both can arrive safely at your destination.
And even though I sustained an injury during this 'trek'
I still made it back to land. :)
To where I could appreciate the full beauty of the Spiral Jetty. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was in a rock area, where there were lots of red rocks around and a group of us were scattered upon the incline of the hill. There was a little kid a boy with blonde hair that wanted to play hide and seek. What we'd do was close our eyes and count to ten then try to find each other among the rocks. There were a couple of popular rock outcroppings, but I decided that I wanted to mix things up and hide behind a different section of rocks where you wouldn't think to look. The boy's turn to seek came up and he closed his eyes and I started running. Well, ten came alot faster then I thought it would. I think I thought he was going to count to twenty. So when he opened his eyes, I was out in the open in plain sight. He took off running after me and I took off running and it became a game of who could run the fastest. I was trying to stay ahead of him going up and down the different rocky paths, but Uncle Ken and Cousin Kaliea showed up and hindered me enough that the boy caught up to me and tagged me. By this time I was out of breath so I went to the bathroom of the camp we were at to refresh myself. Only it was rather hard to do that as the stall doors wouldn't shut properly. It was like a two door combination but I couldn't figure out how to lock them properly and they kept swinging open. So I got them to lock together as best I could by putting the handles around each other and worked on changing my clothes to something else. I had thought that the door was fully shut, but when a group of girls walked in just as I finished only half of the doorway had been covered by the door. Luckily I was done so I left soon after, but it was just rather awkward. I walked with a group of others over to tunnel as we were headed home. This tunnel suppose to connect Walmart to the University...wasn't completed yet. We got to the road and found there was no crosswalk to cross instead we were on this platform that had a sewer ladder (those ladders hooked into the side of walls) with a guide saying that we needed to climb down in order to get into the tunnel so we could cross. The guide switched from being a girl with long blackish hair pulled back into a ponytail into a guy. He told us to use the zipline. As there was a zipline looking contraption that lead off into the distance perpendicular to where we wanted to go. It apparently was the only way to cross the street though. We had one girl get into the big black chair seat looking thing -a cross between chair and the climbing harness rock climbers wear- and go zipplining along. There was another girl who accidentally got caught up in the harness before she was ready and went zipping down the line. The guy in charge knew she was in trouble so he activated the platform and the whole platform twisted and moved down the zipline route crossing over fields and construction areas. -the place was dark as it was sunset so most things were black and smoggy looking - over to this carnival area. My family and I stepped out of the dark doorway into a carnival games section of the building. I wandered off looking to see if there were any games that I could play and actually win at. I saw a bunch of random things, most of them in dark tones. There was a girl with blonde hair that was rolling balls around. She had a small octagonal chip with numbers on it and as she moved the balls around she would stick the chip into the ball, remove it and stick it on another ball. I think the game was supposed to be like the 'which cup has the ball underneath it' game. I could see the girl doing her trick though and the game didn't end before I left now wondering where my family had gone. I found them in a cafe area that was bright white compared to the rest of the carnival building. It looked like an ice cream parlor sort of place and my family was getting food to eat. My sister and I ended up wandering around the museum of the carnival looking at different exhibits. The place was like a maze with rooms leading to other rooms and different levels. I remember one exhibit had pictures of frogs -cartoon style- in a small closet sized hallway before it lead to this big open high vaulted ceiling museum room that had a bunch of animals in it. They were hanging by their feet from the ceiling and many of the big eyed dogs and cats had three heads on one neck with little antenna things coming from the center of the main head between the cool eyes. Weird. I had accidentally found the route that got me out of the museum, but I hadn't seen the whole place yet and I needed to find Kikay. So I went back into the museum, found Kikay and as we were walking along I discovered that my wallet wasn't in my pocket. It wasn't in my jeans pocket or the pocket of the jacket I was wearing. I had been robbed. I found it hard to believe though because my wallet had been in my jeans pocket and the jacket I wore covered that pocket and my hands were in the jacket pockets...so how could a thief go under one layer of clothing to get my stuff? It didn't make sense. My sister helped me look and she discovered all my things underneath the left side of my collar. They fell to the floor below us -we were on a balcony- and I was desperate to get the twelve or so different items that had fallen out before somebody picked them up and took them. -Though I managed to hold onto my wallet when that was found. I was trying to figure out how to use the railings to climb down to the floor below without hurting myself....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
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