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May 19, 2008

Well it’s not MY fault…

Filed under: Life — mikeyc252 @ 11:26 pm

It was 4:30 and raining. I finally ditched my ride who was taking too long and decided to tough it in the rain. Hey God, you know the saying APRIL showers bring MAY flowers? It’s not supposed to rain in May.

I could’ve gotten a ride from my mom but the line was busy. (not that I called her first) I maned up and assessed the situation: It was raining. I had part of my Humanities nine weeks project, a posterboard, with me. If it got wet the several minutes I had spent on it would drain away with the running ink.

I turned around and inspiration came to me. I was at the gym entrance outside the football field. A trash can sat by the drink vendors. By some act of God (payback for his dumb weather) two trash bags were folded inside the trash can. To the untrained eye trash bags may only be trash bags. But to this Boy Scout the plastic protector yielded limitless uses.

The door was open and I snatched the trash bag. I pulled it over my project, only ripping it once, and headed back outside.

ATTENTION READERS: I note the bag rippage as an obvious allusion to something that will happen later in the story. Pay close heed to the bag rippage!

I immediately regretted not grabbing the other trash bag and turning into a full body suit to keep my skin dry. Ironman has nothing on a cheap plastic bag poncho.

My covered project and me shared a symbiotic relationship. I gave it protection from the elements, it gave me protection from the elements. I’m not sure exactly how cool I looked with this posterboard over my head in the rain but my guess is in the upper-cool range. I learned to keep the board at a slight slant to shield me from the onslaught of rain.

ATTENTION READERS: Did you catch the consonance? Slight, slant, shield and onslaught? Just thought I’d point that out.

About half way to my house I tried to put my head directly in the rip and touching the board since I was concerned about board slippage in the bag. Unfortunately this is when things went downhill.

I felt the board slipping from my control. Suddenly a small burden eased from my head! I turned around and there, in all its glory, was my nine weeks project lying on the ground, getting wet. The ink on photo paper was already smearing.

ATTENTION READERS: This is where the allusion is filled. Did you catch it? This would make a great story to read in your english class-so many literary devices.

My cat-like Boy Scout reflexes kicked in. I grabbed the board and covered it on one side with the bag. I walked the rest of the way home, about five blocks, with no protection from the torrent.

As I walked home self-pity swirled in my wet skull. God, why have you forsaken me? Why did the bag rip? Why did the posterboard fall out? Why was my mom’s phone busy? (not like I was a sissy enough to call her)

ATTENTION READERS: This is known as a parallelism. It’s when you state three phrases with similar form for extra impact. C’mon Mrs. Johnson, I know you would rather teach this than The Scarlet Letter.

I finally made it home. My mom didn’t even hear me when I closed the door, even when I was seven feet away.

“I’m home.”

“How did you get home?”

How do you think? Apparently she was talking on the phone to Grandma or Vicki or someone like that.

Of course, it’s not my mom’s fault that I was soaking wet and my project was ruined. It was also Mrs. Sanders’. If she had given me a better grade I might have taken better care of my project. Stephanie Dersch, it’s your fault for not offering to take me home.

But most of all God, it’s your fault. I’ll get you back for this.


April 8, 2008

Jones Soda T-Shirt contest

Filed under: Life — Tags: — mikeyc252 @ 12:13 am

Design a T-shirt for Jones Soda, the best soda company in the world!
Suck on that

Pretty sweet am I right?

March 5, 2008

Bold Explorers

Filed under: Life — mikeyc252 @ 2:02 am

The forecast was cold and rainy but I was going hiking. We were traveling to Hoosier National Forest for a weekend during Christmas break. This was special because no scout leaders were supervising us.
My mom, being a woman, naturally objected but my dad insisted it would be a good experience. I spend $50 the night before on granola bars, handwarmers, Cheez-Its, pretzels, gloves, a backpack-mounted water bottle, a dehydrated spaghetti meal and sunflower seeds. My dad’s offer of his Christmas candy touched me but I managed to recover some Hersheys from the pantry.
The next morning I woke up too early and continued packing-I couldn’t decide whether to bring a large inflatable mat. My packing motto is what doesn’t kill you on the trip there makes you more comfortable when you break camp. I regretted the decision about 30 seconds later.
The first thing we did on arrival was head to the firetower to plan our route. It was at least twenty stories tall. As I scaled the tower I ran my gloved hands up the damp for support. By the time I got down the $20 Dri-Fit gloves were soaking wet.
We finally decided on a route that took us several miles to Lake Monroe and then back. I don’t remember how many miles it was supposed to be. For those who are slow: This is an obvious foreshadowing that the trip didn’t go as planned.
We passed a small group as we started nonchalantly down the trail. It’s a strange feeling going down a secluded trail-you’ve got the whole trail in front of you but nothing to the side of you. The trail slowly narrowed. It was very damp and pine needles covered the untread areas.
Although the trip wasn’t sponsored by our troop, it began as though it was-wet, and with me losing or almost losing one of my possessions. This time it was a knife and maglite I wittingly strapped through my backpack belt loop. A little later I regretted overdressing. My friends donned sleek North Face jackets while I had brought a sweatshirt and coat, both which I currently wore.
Trouble started brewing when we encountered an open field. The trail had narrowed to nothing at all. For 30 minutes we stood and worried while Ross searched for a trail. Eventually he found a “trail” that went in the general direction we had started. Half of us veteran Boy Scouts had a compass on us but using it never crossed our mind.
We progressed up and down hills as the trail got smaller and smaller. At times when we lost the trail, we would simply find a spot with less leaves than the other spots and claim it was a “trail.” We even encountered a useful sign that simply said “trail.” We didn’t seem to be heading towards a lake. We didn’t know how far we had gone or in which direction.
“Are you sure these trails aren’t dry creek beds?”
“Uh I don’t know.”
“Maybe this is a game trail.”
“Yeah maybe.”
My coat was soaking wet, my phone had no service, and my pack was too heavy. I entertained myself during this dark period by eating sunflower seeds. I had a blast spitting them out. I imagined us dying in this forsaken forest and the search teams finding our remains by the trail of sunflower seeds I had left.
Finally at 1:30 we had to make a decision. We had been walking for about 3 hours in a direction we didn’t know. It would get dark at about 5. We still had to set up camp and eat dinner. We finally picked an appetizingly steep hill to scale and stay for the night. First thing I did was set up Ross’s Lilliputian hiking tent that I’d be sharing with him.
As soon as the tent was up I was in my sleeping bag eating junk food. The intrepid explorer Ross decided to look for the lake himself. By himself. I hope none of my scout leaders ever read this-sending one person to look for a possibly non-existent lake from an unknown location isn’t the most responsible idea.
I continued to eat junk food and feel sorry for myself when Ross got back. He had found the lake. Meanwhile two other group members were trying to start a fire to get cook their dehydrated meals. They cut down a live tree, which was a blast to watch. Emergencies call for emergency measures. I never even opened my dehydrated meal.
The next morning I didn’t get out of my tent until about nine. Since I crawled into my sleeping bag at about three, I had spent eighteen hours cramped in a tent. Now we had a decision to make-should we try to backtrack and then plan a new route? Or try to find the lake (Ross said he could “probably” find it) and then take a normal route back?
My survival rests on our decision to do the former. We made good time, I ate more junk food.
As the trail widened, the source of our mishaps became clear. The metal bar we had unwittingly gone past when we started. Another wider trail to the side, in the exact direction of the trail going from the fire tower. A sign indicating hiking and camping on the wider side trail.
Of course we couldn’t find ourselves on the map-we weren’t on a marked trail. Half the time we were on game trails and half the time we were most likely following creek beds. We judged by the distance to the lake that we didn’t cover more than five miles.
I blame this on everyone but me-I was in the back. Our wonderful leader Ross should’ve seen the sign. We drove to the bathroom and discussed whether we should go home or try another trail. We made that decision in about three seconds. We drove home through IU and got lost there too. Luckily Ross had an invaluable asset-his alumni parents. We made it out.
My gloves still weren’t dry by the time I got home. The Cheez-Its remained unopened. That weekend had turned me into a man, or at least a boy with common sense enough to use a compass.

February 28, 2008

Walden in the Modern World

Filed under: Humor, Life — mikeyc252 @ 8:26 pm

For Humanities I had to do a literature project from the 1800’s. Since I love Thoreau, I picked Walden. I made a video comparing his lifestyle with ours. This video is half interview, a quarter me talking, and a quarter YouTube videos. Its full of lulz. It’s 8 minutes long and I turn it in Friday.

February 21, 2008

This is adorable (Lion related)

Filed under: Life — mikeyc252 @ 10:01 pm

I get home from school, have too much homework and musical in 3 hours, but I watched this and to quote the female language, “my heart smiled.”

February 20, 2008

2 Weeks into Lent…

Filed under: Life — Tags: , — mikeyc252 @ 11:00 pm

And I still haven’t gone on MySpace. I’ve been tempted to give up and login but so far I’ve resisted.

Who knows-I might delete it after lent. You never know. It’s amazing how you learn to not need something when you don’t have it.

January 31, 2008

Delete my MySpace?

Filed under: Life — mikeyc252 @ 9:18 pm

I realize that question is a little redundant but bear with me.

Frankly, I love my MySpace. Isn’t is awesome-I luv it. It was my first foray into the world of social networking, which led to web 2.0.

I still remember the first day I talked to one of my friends on MySpace over the summer I hadn’t seen since the end of school. I was ecstatic. I couldn’t believe it. I was talking to someone-ONLINE!

Since then, it has led to easy communication, a big plus when dealing with homework/projects. I don’t have to call someone to find out about homework. (Or is that a bad thing?)

It started my blogging habits. Yes, MySpace is where it started. No one reads my blogs there nowadays. My so-called “friends” clearly don’t care about me that much.

It also led me to get a AIM screenname-a huge step in my social life.
That sounds horrible but at the time I had no other way to talk to people I wasn’t great friends with

It has let me showcase my amazing photoshop skills. Yeah. You should look at and cmnt them!

But now…You know. Dumb bulletins. Dumb pictures-the infamous MySpace angle.  5 minute loading times every page of the site. Countless reminders everytime I do something. It’s a Model T compared to the sleek vehicle of Facebook.

As cool as my profile is, I hate the site. I have 2 good friends that don’t check/have Facebook. Since they’re probably not reading this, they aren’t that important. If they are, check your Facebook. I wrote on your wall 3 days ago and you haven’t responded!
 It’s a tough decision. 

 UPDATE Ok I didn’t delete it. Sue me. Give me a couple weeks to  consider this important decision, nd I might. 

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