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Where ‘Awkwardness’ is the name of the game. Or just the story of my life.

Spoiler Alert! September 23, 2008

A Movie Review of Summer 2008: The Life of Some Kids in Salem

Genre: Feel-Good Comedy/Drama/Action Adventure

Cast: The director of this movie, God (Life as we know it, Earth: And Other Surrounding Planets, Godzilla XI), took an interesting approach when creating this movie, which is loosely based on a true story, and hired each person involved to play themselves.

Location: Salem, OR.

Plot: This story follows the lives of some teenagers and young adults in the summer of 2008. Without focusing on any one person, there isn’t one ‘protagonist’ per se, but many. This movie has multiple story lines and characters, illustrating not only the difficulty in these kids’ lives, but also highlighting the connection and comrade-like relationships one builds in this stage of growing up. We can see these characters grow during this summer as the kids go on many ‘adventures’ or ‘outings,’ together and apart, dealing with things such as…

  • going to kung-fu panda.. =)
  • one going to sun river
  • batman midnight premire, as the realization hits that 3 in the morning does not work well with being insecure.
  • a car wash and an over-nighter at the church
  • several taking summer classes
  • going downtown because salem is not youth-friendly, and there are limited things to do on a normal day
  • learning how to structure life around family, friends, school, work, and life’s many surprises.
  • lots and lots of movies
  • going swimming at north fork with great friends
  • silvercreek
  • many working, drama ensues both within the work setting, and outside but in regards to the work setting… some learn that sometimes it is best to distance yourself from situations you know wont turn out well.
  • excellent escape to portland for the day (x2)
  • one goes to mexico, and realizes how much she cares for the people back home.
  • beach trips add some comic relief and care-free summer days
  • frequenting the park, and realizing that obsessing over some things is completely ridiculous
  • a girl’s decision to move away for college
  • a great campout where relationships strengthen and legends are borne

Overview: Basically just a genaric summer fun movie, like a thousand before. A pleasing blend of comedy, action, drama, romance, tragedy, and adventure, which leaves the audience’s hunger for a good story satesfied. Sunny summer days, starry summer nights, and some lazy summer afternoons give you a basically well-rounded picture of a typical group of teenage & twenty-something friends, taking on the world one day at a time.

The First President Post

  • We give this movie a B-. Picture every other teenage movie about summertime, and you’ve got a good picture of this one. With perhaps a bit more zeal and passion than the norm, this movie tells the story of the same group of good friends in the same deciding time of life as we’ve seen a thousand times before. The only thing that makes this movie stand apart is this group’s tight bonds and compassion. See it, but we advise waiting until it comes out on video.

Persons Magazine

  • Go, Go, Go! A delightful cast and marvelous story of such a crucial period of one’s life. This movie has a unique heart about it that one can’t find as much as they would like! Lovely cast and precious peek into the lives of these kids. We at Persons Magazine give this one two thumbs up!

The Rainy Times

  • 5 buckets of popcorn to Summer 2008: The Life of Some Kids in Salem. The only criticism of this one we can find is that the cast was too involved.. the drama was so real because it was real.. the love and the anger and the comedy and the confusion and the doubt was so real because it was real. The only thing we can fault this movie with is hitting too close to home and leaving no lines uncrossed. Maybe too painfully realistic at some times, and too comically frank at others, but there is no doubt that this movie will go down in the record books, if only for those who were involved.

A mix of seriousness and randomness. As many of the best things are. December 23, 2007

11 things I have learned to appreciate as I get older

Progression– moving forward…

Remembering– how things were… how we were…

Learning– how to grow up…

Spontaneity– can make a perfect moment…

Planning– but sometimes a well thought out plan is nicer…

Silences that Speak– when you can look at someone and they are looking at you and you both know what the other is thinking without having to say it…

Passion– believing in something with all your heart…

Wandering– not knowing where you are going and not caring, just looking for an adventure…

Conversation– never running out of things to say to someone…

Enthusiasm– founded or unfounded…

Laughter– the saving grace…

Each of these things have become more and more important, and seem to be trends in my life as time goes on… many underestimated, each essential…

11 things I have learned to not appreciate as I grow older

Mushrooms– …. why do the exist. honestly.

Bedtime– there is never enough time in the day…

Alarm Clocks– i love my batman one, hate what they stand for…

Egotism– joking is ok… true cocky behavior is just aggravating.

Drama– hate it…

Drama– hate it a lot…

Jealousy– not pretty.

Forgetting to block– just ends up with a mocking and a headache.

Bad Timing– sometimes timing makes an event, but bad timing can hurt…

Indecisiveness– or should i write that?

Klutziness– gosh i hope it’s endearing or something. not just uncoordinated.

Each of these too have influenced my life, often to my much dismay.

But life goes on, we live, we grow, we write random posts.


Inflation June 28, 2007

    Early this morning, my littlest sister woke up enthusiastically. Those of you who know my little sister will truly appreciate the true wonder of that statement. And let me tell you, she was on a mission. Got dressed after carefully considering the weather, and bounded downstairs. She strode into the den and grabbed some paper, glue, coloring supplies, and the phone. In my sleepy stupor I noticed little else, that is until I heard her exclaim, “See you at noon!” saw her hang up the phone, and noticed her proudly holding up a paper sign reading “Lemonade! $.50!”

Ah, the lure of the lemonade stand to a kid in the summer. Do not underestimate it’s power. This particular lemonade stand disturbed me on so many levels. I’m serious.

First of all, I remember having lemonade stands at my old house. I used to love to have them. Sharon and I would drag chairs out to the end of the culdesac, a table, lemonade, and a whole lot of cups and ice. There we would sit for hours on end, sometimes joined by Cody, or Carmen down the street. Talking, giggling, having a grand ol’ time… and barely selling any lemonade. In fact, I think we probably had an average of about three customers every time. Our parents would sometimes buy some, and this one guy who lived across from our street would come out and buy some. We would replace the ice about 10 times, and occasionally we would find that we’d drunk all the lemonade, and one of us would run in and make more. Ahh… good times. It kinda makes me a little bit sad to think back to those summer days… we had such fun out there, whether or not we made any money. It was so simple lol. Hehe we’d get discouraged sometimes, and we’d  convince my mom to let us bring out da baby… thinking that it would lure people to our lemonade stand, having that cute little baby out there…

which brings me to the next disturbing point. Emylee was the cute little baby. And now she is the one out there with her best pal attempting to sell lemonade. It’s kind of surreal, truth be told. They are out there sitting side by side, drinking up most of the lemonade they have out there, and occasionally running in for more ice. It’s like deja vu. But not cuz it isn’t me. Just like it’s happened before.

But while many things seem extraordinarily similar,  it is clear that times are not the same. I mean, $.50?? Jeez. Inflation rears it’s ugly head. We used to charge $.15. If we were feeling particularly adventuresome. Not to mention the fact that they have an elaborate chalk mural on the sidewalk in front of their stand. Some things have definitely changed. And yet everything is so freakily familiar. And totally different. All at the same time.

The appearance may be more extravagant then in my day, but the basic idea is the same. Kids, opening a lemonade stand on the side of a dead residential street where 3 people pass by in an hour or two. A couple people stop and take pity, buying a glass or two and leaving an over the top tip with the excuse of not needing change or not having a smaller amount. The kids drink most of the lemonade themselves, the ice melts, and they have a great time. At the end of the day they count the money they’ve made, which looks a lot like that scene in Napoleon Dynamite where Napoleon counts the change he got at the chicken farm place. It is never quite as much as you think it is going to be. The kids split it evenly, excited about it even though they made like a buck fifty each, oblivious to the fact that doesn’t even cover the cost of supplies… craziness. Lemonade stands are so bizarre. They are like a world of their own.

I don’t know. It’s weird lol.


Sentimental Daydreaming June 7, 2007

Filed under: Deep Moments,graduating,Life,Reflections — alwaysbri @ 10:25 am

Here I am. On the computers in the back of the library, using Firefox. This year has come full circle. Another strange person is sitting next to me muttering incoherently, and I have to admit I’m getting a tad sentimental. I’ve found myself in this place many a time over this school year, and quite frankly, it’s a smidge depressing that life has changed that little.

But then I think. While it seems like just yesterday I emailed about how weird my first day of the year was, it was really 9 months ago. /me drops jaw. That freaks me out. A lot has happened since then. I see three major changes in my life.

  • I’ve become kind of a geek. Alright, more of a geek anyway. For sure. I <3 my computer (tho it could use some major upgrades…. lots and lots of upgrades…). I do more on the computer than I thought I would ever, what with starting blogging, talking to friends, typing more papers than I thought was possible… crazy.
  • Gotten to know people better =) Makes me happy.
  • Some of my views and ideas about things and people have shifted… drastically… I will leave that one broad as a lot falls under this category.

So there you have it. My three main changes. There may be more? I dunno, you tell me. I do feel like I’ve done a lot in the last year tho. I mean

  • Black belt
  • Graduating early
  • Wednesday rituals (phutwa!!)
  • Good friends
  • snowboarding
  • Some awesome search engine terms
  • A relatively successful and thoroughly stress relieving blog to rant on
  • umm. some more stuff…
  • some good parties and stuff…
  • awesome debates and perfect randomness
  • movie nights
  • overnighters of funness
  • funner things
  • and I don’t even know. A lot. A lot.

It’s so crazy, ya know? Sigh. Just weird. Last day. The bell just rang… say goodbye to the library computer, say goodbye to the psycho next to me, and wow. I’m done with high school.


Oh, to Wish on a Falling Star… June 2, 2007

Filed under: Deep Moments,Life,Reflections — alwaysbri @ 3:44 pm

I have always been one of those people who wishes. A lot. I’ve been told on several occasions, “You are going to wish your life away, and someday, you will regret it!” But I don’t really do that kind of wishing. Not to be older or smarter or cooler. Instead, I like the little kid type wishing. I can’t even help it. There are so many things to wish on, and each has it’s own type of wish that seems to lend itself to the type.

Dandelions are fun ones. I am one of those people who everyone with a lawn despises because I see the wisher blowy guys and I cheerfully blow and the dandelions spread. Dandelions are for wishes for sunny days, good times, and golden afternoons. You see them and watch as the seeds fly all over, and it seems so appropriate to hope for something warm and sunny.

Stars on the other hand, are for different kind of wishes. The first star of the evening is for wishing for something you want very badly. You wish for the same thing, night after night, on that first star of night. Every time you see it, you whisper your specific wish, stopping only if it comes true. Falling stars, however, are full of opportunity. They are for wishing on a whim. Anything that is on your mind at the moment. These are the fun ones cuz the wish just jumps into your mind, spur of the moment, and just seems to fit.

Then you have the floaty things. You know the ones that you see in the summer and are all kinda fuzzy? Them. They are fun cuz you have to work for them. You see one floating by and have to catch it to earn a wish. Once you have it, you have to let it go again in order to wish. These are for short term wishes and thrills. Something exciting and instant, that doesn’t have to last forever. Like a happy greeting, someone to play tag with, or a glass of cold water. Refreshing wishes, if you will.

There are many other things to wish on, but I find that these are the funnest to me. I know, I know. Wishing is silly, it doesn’t make things happen, it’s pointless, and whatever is going to happen will happen with or without my childish wishing. I am aware of that. But I really do like to make wishes. /me shrugs. I get a strange sense of enjoyment out of it. I may outgrow it… we’ll see. Maybe when all of my wishes come true.


Friday the 13th April 14, 2007

Filed under: Deep Moments,Life,Randomness — alwaysbri @ 8:32 am

I think that the whole Friday the 13th thing is overrated. It is so random how everything seems so much more ominous on this day. It’s like, “Oh, Friday the 13th, I don’t know if you want to go jumping off any cliffs,” “Oh, you’re getting blood drawn on Friday the 13th? That’s a bad sign…” on and on and on. Truth be told, I think that it isn’t really going to matter what day you jump off a cliff, it’s just not going to be a good thing. Unless it is a very small cliff. Or there is a large ocean at the bottom. But that is beside the point. I think that the only way suspicious things happen on this day is that people are acting different than normal, so strange things happen. Or they are just ultra-sensitive, and notice the weird things more. I know, now that I said that I will probably have 12 black cats cross my path, walk under 9 ladders, and then get hit by a car or something, but I just wanted to get that out there.

Friday the 13th is overrated.

Furthermore, I have a couple random facts that make Friday the 13th a lot funnier, and less spooky. In Greece and Spain, Tuesday the 13th replaces our Friday the 13th. I’m sorry, but Tuesday? Tuesday’s are like the least scary days of the week. Can you imagine, “ARG! Watch out! It’s TUESDAY the 13th!! RAHR!” That has to be the most hokey thing I’ve ever heard. Plus, the names for a phobia of Friday the 13th are:

paraskavedekatriaphobia, and friggatriskaidekaphobia.

I just can’t take this seriously.


Senior Paper Gone Wrong. (Or is it Right?) April 9, 2007

Filed under: Bitterness,Deep Moments,Karate,Life,Mr. Darcy,Mythology,Reflections — alwaysbri @ 8:03 am

 High school has been a very interesting experience. I have learned many things, ranging from the trivial and insignificant, to the serious and important. I’ve learned life lessons, painful realities, and cool handshakes. Even though I’ve been in high school for only a short three years, I feel that it has prepared me to become the person I want to be in the future, cynical, intelligent, sarcastic, and incredibly good looking.

First of all, let me say that I’ve learned some interesting things. I found that the computers in the back of the library have Firefox installed. I found that standing by the front doors and yelling causes a domino affect. I found that naming a sheep Killer is not accepted among the ancient Grecians, or even those who just think they live in ancient Greece. I found that Chemists respond negatively to family time, and that balancing equations is only as hard as it is to someone who can’t do it. I found that I shouldn’t probably give people as hard of a time as I do, but that it is pretty darn fun. I’ve learned important lessons. Don’t expect people to know you are joking, or appreciate a sense of humor. In law, the word “tort” does not refer to a delicious dessert. These lessons have stuck out in my years in high school as amusing eye openers. These pretty much have nothing to do with anything except a silver lining to the painfully long days, but nonetheless, I had to say them.

Back on track, I have learned a lot of meaningful, book/informational, information. I have learned a ton about history, writing, math, etc. I really do like to be a smart person, so though I may complain about all of the work, I really am grateful that I learned most of the stuff I have. I still don’ t see the merit to poetry, but I suppose one can’t expect to learn everything in high school. This is where the intelligence came in. Somehow, without realizing it at the time, I learned how to diagram sentences, balance chemical formulas, speak clumsy Spanish, and write good essays. I am glad i learned most of this stuff, though I am the first to say that there was a lot that I learned that I will never find useful or interesting in any way shape or form. But hey, it makes me feel smart to add it in to daily conversations.

I developed my cynicism through various experiences and situations, mostly through witnessing stupid people doing stupid things. This was an everyday occurrence, and at some point, you start to lose faith in the human race. You can only see so many cheerleaders and their quarterback boyfriends, emos and their bad attitudes, and skaters who badly need belts before you question the sanity of those around you. Luckily for myself, I also have some really amazing friends to keep me out of the insane asylum, at least for now. Friends are an essential commodity when going through high school, and I have the best. These are the friends that listen to your complaining, be cynical with you, and then correct your whining when it gets to be too much. These pals counteract the stupidities, and reassure me that there is some hope. In a sense I think they’ve furthered my cynicism, as most of them are cynical themselves, but I love it. We complain about the painful realities of society, and then we take faith that we will never become them. Without this venting, I would have long ago been deemed insane.

My sarcasm, I believe, comes from years of having to laugh at myself. I was quite clumsy at a time, I must admit. I said dumb things and tripped over my own feet. I became quite good about laughing about myself, which I think is a good quality to have. Only when you’ve laughed at yourself can you start to truly enjoy laughing at others. This is pretty much the way I live my life. Being sarcastic can sometimes get you into trouble, but when used right, is absolutely amazing. I have a feeling that even if I wanted to stop being sarcastic, which I don’t, but even if I wanted to, there is no way I’d be able to give it up. It is just too fun. Sarcasm also has it’s advantages. I have been known to say things and then change my mind later. This is never good, since I have things like, “If I ever like him, just smack me,” and, “I will never be a procrastinator.” Both of these situations have changed, and luckily for me, I can claim that I was being sarcastic at the time I said them, and no one is the wiser. Yet.

I’m not really sure when I became incredibly good looking, all I know is that I am. Just kidding. See, that was a demonstration of sarcasm. Wasn’t that fun? Yes. We love sarcasm.

I’ve learned things that are trivial and meaningless. Molly’s locker number, where the library is, and who to talk to if you can’t find a book. I’ve learned many things that I didn’t want to know. I learned who the druggies were and who fails all their classes, who doesn’t know any words that aren’t cussing and who talks about you behind your back. I also learned who to trust, who to look up to, and who to ask when I need help on my homework. I’ve had some interesting experiences, some involving large explosions, sunburns, and car type things. I learned how to waste time. The lovely world of the internet has opened up many things… I’ve also listened through my whole library of itunes, around 1500 songs, approximately 30 times in the last year, and I’ve drank countless Diet Cokes, to many to even guess at. Which is kind of painful.

All in all, I wouldn’t trade the last three years. I don’t like going to school, and I don’t really think I ever will, but it was the things outside of school that made my highschool years a good time. I got my black belt, learned to snowboard, made lasting friends, learned how to drive, learned how to not drive, fallen asleep way too late, and learned why I feel compelled to look at the clock at 11:11. Even though school wasn’t the highlight of these last three years, it has fueled my cynicism, my sarcasm, and my intelligence. Now I am a senior, and a year early no less, and I am pretty terrified to be leaving the high school that I have come to know and… know. But I’m excited at the same time. Time to go make a difference, I hope, and time to refine all of the skills I take pride in. And get rid of the pride I take in them.


I’m Out to Get You April 2, 2007

Filed under: Deep Moments,Life,Randomness — alwaysbri @ 9:47 pm

    To tell someone you are out to get them most always has a negative connotation to it. Why is this!!? Sometimes, being out to get someone could be good. True story. And not only could it be good, it could prove to be a compliment, and even, I daresay, a blessing.

First of all, If the person didn’t care, then they wouldn’t be ‘out to get you.’ Obviously they have feelings about you, whether they happen to be good feelings or bad feelings matters not! If they could care less about you, they wouldn’t try so hard to do things to you. Think about it. Being out to get someone requires you to spend time with them. So really, when someone says they are out to get you, it is like saying, “I like spending time seeing you/talking with you/hanging with you” See? It’s flattering. Not negative.

Furthermore, the person probably wants to be as cool as you, and this is their feeble attempt to hide it. By claiming they are ‘out to get you,’ they are really saying that they want to be just like you. We all know how awkward it is when someone is a lot like you, so by saying that they are out to get you, they ward off any suspicion that they actually like you, which clears the way to like them and be like them as much as you want, and as long as everyone knows you are ‘out to get them,’ no one will be the wiser. Makes perfect sense really.

Finally, it is a blessing. Without good friends to care enough to be out to get you, where would you be, hmmm? Sad. That is where you would be. And since this person wants to be like you, they may distract you, but they wont try to do anything too bad, because they want you to do well, even if they wont admit it.

So if someone says that they are out to get you,  just realize the truth. If they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t go to the trouble of caring or trying to find a good side to being out to get you.


Mental Fung Shui. Or Rather, Proving that in Order to Care About Everything, You have to first Care about Nothing. Or Rather, the Slackers Guide to Defending their Slacker-ness. February 18, 2007

Filed under: Deep Moments,Life — alwaysbri @ 11:45 am

Feng Shui.

There is a whole side of feng shui that I didn’t even know about. I thought it was all arrangement and chi and kinda stuff like that. BUT I learned something. Feng Shui is actually quite a complicated idea. There are 8 parts of Feng Shui. Let me give you a nice little visual representation shall I?

Wealth Fame Marriage

Children Family

Knowledge Career Helpfulness

Alright. So this is Feng Shui. The concept of feng shui is that each of these 8 parts in your life need to be balanced and taken into account. If one is out of check, then everything will be out of check. This is usually a physical idea. For example, standing in the doorway of a room looking in, the top let corner of the room is the wealth section. The top middle, fame, etc. They say if like, the top right corner of your room is cluttered and full of junk, your marriage will face problems, and each corresponding section will affect each corresponding aspect of feng shui. And balance also comes into play in this concept. If you are missing one section it throws everything out of whack. I figure, if we can apply it physically with the arrangement, and stuff, we also should apply this concept mentally. This means we take the concepts of feng shui and try to keep them in balance for our lives. Try to keep the amount of everything about equal. I figure this will help us accomplish Mental Feng Shui.

This is where we run into our problem saving grace. Think about it. This concept is the teenaged slacker’s greatest excuse. The typical teenager has no wealth, fame, children, or marriage. Half of the concepts of feng shui don’t apply.

Where in the heck am I going with this, you ask? Well, if feng shui is all about the balance between all concepts, we have to try to make all of the aspects equal. So since we have no kids, fame, money, or spouse, we have to compensate with having a lack of knowledge, family togetherness, jobs, and helpfulness. That’s right. So forget learning, that would throw your mental feng shui off. Spending time with our families? Bah, nope, throws my feng shui off kilter. Get a job? Well, nice idea but that would def interrupt the chi flow in my fung shui. Helping? Just can’t do it. Havta keep that feng shui balanced you know.

So as you can see, in order to take care of all aspects of feng shui, we have to first care about none of them. It is all so clear now. So whenever someone calls you a slacker, you just have to say, “Actually just keeping my feng shui in check, thanks”.

This is a lesson to live by.


February. February 2, 2007

Filed under: Deep Moments,Life,Randomness — alwaysbri @ 11:14 pm

February is a very funny month. It is a good month for people who don’t know what they want, are confused about everything, and like randomness. So basically it is a good month for me.

First of all, it is good for the confused and indecisive because it is all, “I have 28 days. Oh except for every four years I have 29. But then I am back to 28. But when that 4th year cycles around again… I like having 28 days it is pretty cool cuz no one else has only 28 days… but sometimes I like 29 better… I don’t know…yeah.” Perfect for those of us who haven’t a clue. I mean it doesn’t even really know what it wants, I’m pretty sure, so it isn’t that bad that we don’t.

And it is good for randomness as it is just kinda… there… there aren’t really any huge holidays, unless you count Valintines day a huge holiday, which only LAME people do btw… ;) . And it is just a month that is sorta there. Awkwardly there. I mean, we don’t know what to do with it. Sorta crammed in between January and March. Filler. How awkward would that be in conversations. Awkward I tell you.

So good ol’ February is here. In it’s confused, random, indecisive, amazing awkwardness. This is going to be a good month. I can feel it.

And that is all.