Not so calm before the storm

I cleaned our dining room today. I'm proud of the job I did. We just need to finish our Chapter Room. (FYI we are currently redoing the Chapter room of my fraternity house to make it more sutiable for studying and working. Thus whem the chapter room got cleared out, the dining room got filled with stuff.)

Almost everyone that's living in the house this year is back. Only two left. It should prove to be an interesting year. I'm looking forward to it.

I went and got my books today. 13!!! Normally it's like 6 for me, max. But my women in mythology class requires about 8 or so. One book is the DaVinci Code, which is awesome. I'm looking forward to that.

Video games are a great way to waste time. I'll have to remember this when I get into the field and try to design games that help to develop you as a person (mentally, socially, etc.).

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The silver gleamed in the firelight. It seemed to steal the rest of the light from the room. It was just an ordinary pocket knife. Being cased in silver is normal, but it was ordinary besides that.

Why those. . . people - Bryan couldn't remember if they were men or women- were so upset at losing this, it was beyond him. Granted it would be worth at least a couple hundred if not a grand, but not something to chase him through a blizzard on the coasts of Lake Michighan.

He folded the knife up and returned it to his pocket. He didn't know where he was going to turn to next, but he at least had time to think. He closed his eyes and laid back down. The crackle of the fire lulled him to sleep, just like back home.

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Peace out.

Gravity takes hold and a star is born

People need to take charge and people need to let go of power. It sounds contradicting, but it's true. Someone needs to lead a group and take charge to make sure something gets done, but at the same time, they cannot hold power. They have to give the power to the people they lead.

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Bryan opened his eyes. A girl knelt above him. An angel knelt above him. "Am I dead? Is this heaven?" The girl shook her head and chuckled.

Her hair swung around her head and brushed her nose. Her face gleamed in the glow from the fireplace. Her touched soothed aches he had since he broke his knee in high school football. She smelled like . . . like . . . There was nothing in the world that smelled as sweet as her.

Suddenly Bryan could see more. The light had not changed, but he could see things about this being that tended him. She didn't like to see people hurt, even if they were her worst enemies. She couldn't sit still and do nothing for very long. She valued knowledgen and thrived to learn more each day. She hated bugs - they were the only things she could kill. The most important thing in the world was friendship. And something else, something dark. Bryan couldn't make it out.

"What were you running from?" Her voice shattered the vision and all was dark again.

"Running? What do you . . ." Bryan sat straight up. His head spinned. The last thing he remembered was running in the cold. A pain in his shoulder. Blood, lots of blood. "I don't know who. Or where I was trying to go. Or anything besides that I had to get away. Besides that I had to keep it safe." He reached in his pocket and pulled it out. The object that started everything.

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Peace out.

A new day, a new week, a new year (almost)

It's coming down to the end of summer. Less than a week and everyone is back on the UW-P campus and the excitement of the school year is once again upon us. I still have things yet to complete this week, and more things keep coming up.

I've decided to learn Visual Basic prior to class starting, and as easy as it is, it's really boring to read a book on a programming language. But the book claims that it'll only take 24 hours and I'm already ahead of schedule. Hopefully that 24 hours will shorten into much less.

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Only on a day as cold as this could Bryan walk past the pain. His leg had gone numb two hours ago after walking through snow drifts up to his stomach. Two hours and a hundred yards. It was pretty easy to follow him as his blood stained a straight line to him. The absense of his attackers confirmed their beliefs that he was dead.

He trudged on toward the small shack ahead. Smoke curled from the chimney and Bryan could almost feel the heat of the fire inside. He plodded on.
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I might make these stories a kind of choose-your-own-adventure where readers can dictate what will happen next. So watch out for those. Also, if you want more background in the story, let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Peace out.

A long time ago in a ball of gas far far away...

Everything has to start somewhere; I'm starting here. The past is unchangeable and the future underminable, but what you do in the present can carve the unknown into a stone henge.

I'm not sure what will end up here, but I can forsee putting my thoughts about books I'm reading, major things happening in my life, and definitely some original fiction blips.

So keep that telescope of a computer returning to this spot and check to see what's new.