Is There Anything Better Than Dino-eating Winged beasts?

I was reading Michael Crichton's "The Lost World" (based off of the movie of the same name :) ...). I took a break to check my e-mail and such when I stumbled upon the coolest thing I've heard about in a long time.

The Yahoo homepage my web browser opens when it first starts declared in big, bold letters "Flying Reptiles Ate Dinosaurs." How could I pass up reading an article like that? I clicked on it and could not believe what I was reading. My jaw was open in awe the entire time. It was a dream come true.

I don't know how to describe this amazing piece of information. You'll simply have to read it yourself. Here's the link:

Wow...


I couldn't imagine something cooler than giant flying reptiles eating dinosaurs. It was a dream come true.

What's even better is reading the comments bellow the article. They make me feel really smart. My favorites are the 7th and 8th comment down from the top.

The only thing I don't agree with in the article is that I have a problem with calling these giant, dinosaur-eating creatures "Reptiles." It's been often argued that pterosaurs were not "reptiles." I'm sure you've heard of the theory claiming that dinosaurs were not reptiles at all. I agree with this theory. These dino-eating beasts are azhdarchids, which is a sub-species of pterosaurs. Even though pterosaurs tend to fall outside of reptilian theory, many paleontologists have argued that pterosaurs were simply an evolutionary step of non-avian dinosaurs into birds (another theory that is way up in the air at the present).

Whether you think pterosaurs are reptiles or not doesn't matter. What does matter is that this is simply remarkable.

Alright, I'm done geeking out about it. As you could tell, I have a huge (and hidden) interest in dinosaurs.

That... was an overreaction....

Today is a cranky day. I'm mad. Why? I don't know! I was fine until I started practice my Jury piece on the Taylor-Meade Auditorium Stage this evening after band. Nothing happened. Practicing went well. But when I got done, I was angry. At everyone. And everything. For no reason. Heck, I was even getting angry at the music I was writing for Music Theory because it wasn't sounding good at all.

And to top it all off, I was listening to angry Beethoven music.

Grr....

The Version I've Been Waiting For

As many of you know, I'm ... how would you say... obsessed with Radiohead (understatement?). I manage to get tickets to their show in August at Auburn, Washington. Not only am I pumped, but It's something that I get to cross off my list. It's been something that I've wanted to do for years now. And not only did I manage to get tickets, but the tickets are pit tickets, which for those of you who don't quite comprehend the amazing that this is, There are no tickets that can get you closer to the stage. I have the potential of being less than 10 feet from Radiohead. AH!

Until then, I have to cope with not seeing Radiohead. Thankfully, they are recording and playing live already! Here is a video that was just put out today of a song called "Reckoner." This is an excellent song and this is THE version of the song. I love it. If you watch it, I hope I didn't waste you time. If you aren't going to watch it, that's okay too!

And it's a link, not the actual video, sorry!
http://www.vh1.com/video/play.jhtml?artist=1123&vid=228919

Which Is Spanish for "Throw Mama Off The Tambien"

Yes it's been over two months. No I haven't died. Has stuff happened? Yes... yes It has. These past months have been full of a lot of stuff: conversations, concerts, lots of work, another birthday. I don't even know where to begin.

So I won't.

I'm enjoying this Beautiful weather we're finally having! YAY! Just in time to miss my Birthday of course. I'm going to make sure to take advantage of these great days before I head back to Montana. It's not that Montana doesn't have great days, it's just that by the time I get there, it's uncomfortably hot. Scratch that, unbearably hot.

I don't have any more concerts this semester. I've really gotten back into music this semester. The past school year, I haven't been happy AT ALL with my music, and I finally figured out why: I wasn't having fun. I wasn't just letting loose and just playing. I was focusing on the technical aspect of everything. You know when you see a little 3-year-old dancing to music? The kid is so carefree. She/He doesn't care. They just dance. That's what has been missing. I haven't just played music.

I Love this weather. It's starting to get better.

I'm Not Sure How I Feel About This....

I Think my title explains my feelings on this....





We'll see... it has potential...
I love Indiana Jones as much as the next person.... but.... I don't know...

The Super Amazing Blog Extravaganza!

Well, plenty of people fed me the past week. That was the best idea I've ever had.

But just for waiting and continuing to check this blog, I've got quite the blog for you. I not only have one new thing for you, but THREE, yes, count 'em, THREE exciting things that I want to blog about!

First, here's a little story that I'm sure you'll enjoy:
On my way from Taylor-Meade, as I am passing the UC, I hear three girls giggling really loudly all the way from the quad. "Now, what could that possibly be?" I ask innocently. "A Simply snowball fight? Innocent flirting?"

No. I was wrong.

Three girls made a giant penis in the quad out of snow. I really don't know what to say about it. It was..... a giant penis. Of Snow. It was a good 5-6 feet tall too. All I have to say is that these three girls will probably be disappointed when faced with reality.

To top things off, three 12 year old boys that were trying to look "gansta" came walking around campus causing problems and cursing worse that my Grandma that lived in Mississippi. Eventually, they saw the snow sculpture in all it's girth, got really excited, and they knocked down the giant ... well... you know.... Anyways, This caused the boyfriends of the three girls to come after the kids. Then a bunch of guys from McCormick randomly came after the kids. They didn't beat the kids up. Oh no. They did worse. They made fun of them. This wasn't just a regular "Make fun of them" session, but a full blown mocking of such severity which I've never seen before. Here's almost 10 guys and 3 girls making fun of these three 12 year olds. I enjoyed every minute of it. Call me sadistic, but those 12 year olds were a pain in the kisser and deserved it after hearing what was coming out of their mouth.

Finally, CPS came around and started chasing the kids, and they went somewhere. Long story short, 12 year olds are strangely attracted to large, cold ... uh... snow sculptures.

Now, for Part II of "The Super Amazing Blog Extravaganza."
Here's a video of a great performance by Radiohead from last night. It's called Arpeggi/Weird Fishes. I know, I know, most of you could care less about Radiohead. Too bad. You don't have to watch the video if you don't want to, but what do you have to lose?
Anyways, Here it is!


Alright, now that I've got the obligatory Radiohead reference in, here's Part III of "The Super Amazing Blog Extravaganza!"

As some of you know, I have a little song I wrote that deals with girls of my past. Here's three stories I'd like to share:

1.)First, When I was a freshmen in High School, I dated this Senior (I know, I know, go ahead and laugh. I do constantly). Because I was a Freshmen, I was afraid to even hold hands or anything of the sort with her. Well, she went to college. One day, I get a call from her.
Senior/College Girl - "Um... we need to talk."
Me - "Okay"
S/C - "Well, I went to this party and got drunk"
Me - "You drink?"
S/C - "No, but I do now. Anyways, Well.. there was this guy. He was older and Black... and well... we ended up having sex. I feel bad, so We should break up. Bye."
*click*
Me - "Oh..."

Yeah... the conversation when just like that.

2.) I went to Prom my sophomore year of High School. The girl I went with did drugs and smoked pot, I knew that. But she was cute, and at the time, that's all that mattered, right? Well, at dinner, we got to talking and she told me that she had stopped smoking pot because it's not good for you. She made me promise never to smoke pot and blah blah blah. She promised me she wasn't smoking pot anymore. Anyways, Eventually, we got to the dance. About 15 minutes into the dance, the first slow song came on, so I felt that I should have the first dance with her. I went to find her, but couldn't. I asked one of her friends, and I was told that "She left."
"Oh..." I replied. Anyways, long story short, She ditched me at the prom to go smoke pot. I had to find a ride home.

3.) I met this girl at All-State Band (which is where the best high school musicians in the state come together into a band). We really hit it off. It was really nice because I never really had that happen before. Anyways, she invited me to her school's TWIRP Dance (Which is where the girl asks the guy). I went, and It was magical. I mean, she acknowledge me in public, and everything! We went with a group of her friends to someone's house and watched movies. While there, I took my tie off to get comfortable. When I left, she said she'd call soon. On my way home, I realized I left my tie, but thought I would get it from her later.

Well, here I am, 3 years later. She never called. I did, however, run into her at JC Penny's the summer before I came to Pacific. She told me the reason she never called back was because of My Tourette's.
"Oh..." I said and left.
I never got back my tie either.

Why am I telling you this? Well, For your listening pleasure (or torture.. depends on your view) I have recorded and uploaded David's Song onto this blog. This song is about these three girls that I have told you about.
I'm not completely happy with it yet, but oh well, Ya'll deserve it after waiting so long for a real blog from me.
So here it is, in all it's glory:

David's Song

Alright, well there you have it. Sadly, we have come to the end of the Super Amazing Blog Extravaganza. Sorry for making it so long (that's what she said) and for waiting such a long time to blog. I'll do my best to keep up with it again.

So, until my next blog, Have fun!

I Haven't Died

... yet....

Will Blog for food.

Their Faces Fade As The Years Go By

My mom and sister are making fudge and other yummie treats! It's starting to smell like Christmas around here!

I'm starting to get into the Christmas mood. I only have two more gifts to buy, but they are real easy to get, so I'm not worried at all. Some things are missing that would truly make this holiday fun though.

My sister has her Winter Formal dance tonight. She's starting to get ready for that. There apparently is drama going on between her friends. She doesn't want to get involved, so she and a friend of hers from the group are going to dinner by themselves. They didn't want to be bored, so they invited me. I am not going to the dance though. That would be weird.... Anyways, It'll be lots of fun!

Hope all is well. Have a good Christmas in case I don't get a chance to say so otherwise!

The Times, They Are A'Changing....

I've only been here at home for break a week and a half. So far, I've determined one thing: There's nothing left here for me.

I know that is bold statement to make, but it's true. Last Tuesday, I went in and helped the debate teams (one of which took third this past weekend with an awesome case we worked on). That was the first time I ran into people from my high school. Things have changed with a lot of people, a lot not for the better. Of course I expected change. I'd be worried if there WASN'T change. But this change wasn't good. Everything seems to be going down hill with a lot of people.

I heard of people having kids, getting married, getting divorced, passing aways, and a whole bunch more. These same kids I went to High School with less than 2 years ago....

It wasn't until Saturday night that I again ran into others from my high school. I went to the pep band game for the boys basketball team. I talked to my friend Bobbi and my high school band director, Mr. Nevinski. I had fun talking to Bobbi and learning how she's doing. I had fun talking to Mr. Nevinski too. I even burned him a copy of the new Radiohead CD plus songs that didn't make the album, but are awesome anyways. You see, he was the one that got me into Radiohead. We studied them in my guitar class, and I've been hooked ever since. You all can blame him for my Radiohead obsession.

Anyways, at the Pep Band game, I saw tons of people from my high school days (man... I make it sound as if it was so long ago...). I found myself not wanting to talk to some of them because they had changed, but not for the better. I saw other people I didn't ever want to see again. I was starting to freak out, so I left. I made it a point to not attend any more pep band games unless I needed to.

Today, I went and visited my old work (you know,... the drug running I did in high school?). I went in the door and instantly noticed a huge difference. Things were weird. I started talking to the main lady who works there and it turns out that she's having a divorce, that the girl that started working there before I left is mad because a new intern started and she swears "the new intern is taking my job" and the two older ladies I worked with hate the girl that fears the intern. Add to that, the friendships that existed between these people were gone. Even the girl that I gave my job to didn't stay long (After I did my job, I would stay and talk with the girls until the store closed). Things were changing, but not for the better.

I always looked forward to visiting my old job when I got back from college, but I no longer feel that way about it.

Writing this all down, I've realized that it might not seem like that much. But all this, combined with the fact that my job at the music store is drastically changing and might not exist, I find that this place just doesn't offer me anything any more.

I know I can get long winded and I might skirt around the actual point. So to clarify, the point of all this is that there really isn't anything left for me here.

Of course my family is here, and they are more than worth the trip here. I will always continue to come back because my family is here. But other than that, there's nothing really here for me.

Sorry I don't blog about fun things all the time and that my blog is more about me than what's going on and what's really cool, but I didn't start this blog for that reason.

Anyways... I just had to get it out there, you know?

"Aww.... little ole' David is finally growing up..."

Yes... yes I am. Well... I like to think so anyways. Of course it's open to interpretation.

Finger-Lickin' Good!

It's really nice being home. You get to eat the food that you like (especially when none of your friends eat it when you're at school :( ...) . My parents came home tonight with Fried Chicken! Yum!

I have asked people many a times in Oregon to stop at a KFC to eat, but no one ever wants too... So it was really nice to finally eat Fried Chicken again. It was better than KFC chicken though, so it was most excellent.

As good as Fried Chicken is, it isn't the point of this blog. Near the end of dinner, my Uncle Buster (who had called my mom 2 times earlier during the day, but missed her both times) called. He talked about selling my grandma's house down in Mississippi (she passed away 6 years ago). Anyways, when my mom was done on the phone, she was telling us everything. I asked a few questions and the conversation turned into what my family owns in Mississippi. Apparently, we have land in Mississippi. It turns out my mom is like the Ted Turner of Northern Mississippi.

This still isn't the point of the story.

My mom told us about this one time when she and her two brothers were kids. They had the brilliant idea to play golf with eggs off of their porch. My grandpa didn't take to that too well....

The best story though was of when my mom and her two brothers were in high school. My Uncle Buster had just bought a fancy Mustang. He drove it home that day. After taking everyone for a ride in it, they sat down to dinner. Eventually, my grandpa heard something going on outside. Someone was trying to hot wire my grandpa's truck. My Uncle Buster only heard "someone is hotwiring " and instantly thought of his Mustang. So he grabbed his shotgun, and went outside. The guy who was hotwiring my grandpa's truck started running, but apparently didn't run fast enough. After two or three shots, my Uncle Buster had shot the guy in the butt. Sadly, my Uncle Buster had also put tons of holes in his new Mustang. He ran outside and started crying over his car while the guy he had shot was laying on the ground grabbing his butt from all the pain.

They took the guy to the doctor. The doctor started pulling the shotgun pellets from the guys butt. After the first one, the guy was screaming bloody murder. He asked for anesthesia or something of the short to dull the pain. The doctor replied "Nope. This is what you get for bothering these nice people." The doctor made sure it took quite a while to pull all the pellets from the guy.

And THAT , my friends, is why I like coming back to Montana. Fun stories.

I think that story was more entertaining when my mom told it, but oh well... I enjoy it...