Wall-E

So I got my mom the Disney-Pixar movie Wall-E for Christmas. Wonderful movie. But has anyone thought about what the makers may have been trying to say through it? Because when I watch it, I get this vibe that they were trying to say something along the lines of "Hey, lazy, fat, and non-lazy, fat, Americans, look whats gonna happen in 102 years. Your fat and lazy and wastefulness is going to leave us suffocating in our own smog and dust if you're not careful."

So what's to take from this cute, robot love story? Don't be silly. Don't be wasteful. Love the earth before we're all pushed out into space by some head "Buy 'N Large," or Wal*Mart, as the case may be, president. Not that living in space would be such a bad thing, but I personally don't think that if God intended us to live in space at all, it wouldn't be because the Earth is uninhabitable. I did, after all, spend two of the better weeks of my summer learning about the fact that God does want us to "Handle with Care" the planet He has so graciously given us.

So maybe it's just me, and maybe I'm just reading into things too deeply, but I think that we could all learn a thing or two from the robot that was left behind. You break, you buy it, you spill it, you clean it up, you make a mess, and you have to take care of it. So why waste time sitting around waiting for it to get bad enough that we have to send the robots in? Go ahead and clean some things up, make use of your amazing ability to recycle, sing the R-E-C-Y-C-L-E song loud and proud so all can hear, because, let's face it, best song ever.

somethings are better left posted on the enternet.

Wrote this as an essay for english. category essay, wasnt it? have fun.

The Great and the Not-So-Much
Ah, the glories of summer. Whether spent by the water soaking up the cancer, or inside building model planes, everyone has some marvelous memory of some summer or another. While some are busy mowing lawns, others may enjoy a leisurely walk in the park. While some parents let their children sleep away the summer, others drive their offspring to camp, a nice, week-long camp. My parents are guilty of shipping me off for at least one seven-day period each summer, longer if I’m lucky.
I’ve had some of my best times at camp, made some of my best friends there. I’ve met some of the biggest influences of my life in those short, fleeting moments of summer spent by some lake’s shore. Of these people a particular group sticks out in my mind, the people that the camp staff places in cabins and in lives who are there to facilitate spiritual growth and help their campers have a good time. Counselors. The way I see it, there’s two kinds of counselors: the Great and the Not-So-Much.

The Great. The greatest counselors I’ve had the privilege of being counseled by are of quite the special breed. Not everyone was born to be great, but those who were, truly were. Great counselors do many things. Not only do these special mentors help you learn while you are at camp, but they continue to be exceptional influences beyond the days of summer. Once, as I prepared to become a counselor myself, I was made to sit down and write a list of things great, good, and lesser counselors do. The list of greats went something like: forgive you, correct your grammar, tell you to wash your hands, save energy by going to the bathroom in the dark, teach you not to curse, inform you that bringing pocket knives to camp is bad, make sure you don’t text message while you are at camp, pun food after Barak Obama with you, giggle, come to the open mic nights you perform at, help you learn about Jesus, don’t lose you, help you learn German words, don’t hate you for being terrible at things like Tetris, and the like. But on a more serious note, the things great counselors do is more than things like giggling and punning. Great counselors are always there for their campers. Great counselors let their campers know that no matter what the issue, that camper will always find comfort and at least half way decent advice in their counselor.

The Not-so-much. The Not-So-Much counselors are the kind of counselors that, while they did their job and helped their campers have a super time at camp, don’t make any special effort to try to keep in touch after the summer months. The biggest thing that separates the Great from the Not-So-Much is simply the way the camper is left feeling after camp, how the counselor keeps in touch. Who doesn’t like getting a text message from a former counselor asking how something that was talked about over the summer is going? One thing Not-So-Much counselors sometimes do is play favorites. No camper likes to feel any less important than any other. Also, campers do what they see and what they’re told about. If a counselor talks about some not so smart thing that they did or they do, the camper might want to try it too. One rule most counselors live by is “Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want five other kids doing.” Not-So-Much counselors sometimes forget that. But there are good things to be said for the Not-So-Much counselors; they don’t love their campers any less than the Great do.

In the end, counselors are counselors no matter what, some just so happen to be great. They all help us learn, some just don’t stop at the cabin door.

Because today...

im going away. on a fun, fun adventure. to Natalie's hometown. i love Natalie's hometown. not because its Natalie's hometown, but because it's a college town. not just any college town, mind you, but the college town that holds one of my favorite colleges. Harding University. now, while i myself have no intentions of attending HU, i have many a friend that are already there. i like these particular friends quite a bit, so im going. again. i do believe this is the fifth time this year, and im thankful, because they have ever so comfortable floors. and big, fat, orange squirrels. not kidding. in the least. theyre squirrels could eat you. and they have electric trees, i should know, ive watched a movie under one of them before. but the moral of the story is, im going there in about an hour or so and im ever so excited and i think that everyone should know that. but im looking forward to being there and learning things from my lovely college friends. oh the joys of being a high school kid with all your friends spread all over.

ha

life is a grim, losing battle.
--Jason Middlekauff.

ah, life on a stage

if it weren't for the majesty of the stage, that element that it contains that no other things can, if it weren't for that, then my life simply would not be the same. if it weren't for my being lead there, being drawn there by some ridiculous force greater than myself, i wouldn't know those people that i love the most. theatre people are of a special breed. it takes a great artist to portray someone on the stage, to be someone they simply are not, while all the while maintaining them self in the mist of it all. what would i be without the people ive met in the darkness behind those curtains? most likely id be a bunch of nothing, really. there's that boy ive met that i'll always love, there are those girls i look up to, there are the people i go to for advice, there are the people that i eat lunch with, hang out with on the weekends, the ones i laugh at... i mean... with. the kids that i go to the cast parties with and chew gum and listen to rap and jump out of cars with... people that i love are of a special breed. a breed that comes from the pitch black, silent backstage, the crow's nest, the props room, stage.