Paradoxal-Penguin

So. That last journal was up a depressingly long time. Thought I might as well change it.

Thus, here I am.

Now, I know that NO ONE reads this silly thing, but just in case someone gets dreadfully lost and somehow ends up here, I beg you, dear stranger, to stop just a moment and give me a little moment of attention. Really, it isn't hard. Basically, I just want a word. Any word. So long as it starts with a letter that isn't "R" or "A". No, I don't have anything against those letters, let me explain.

I've decided that it's fun to write a story based on a single word and what that word may mean to different people. So I've embarked on a little experimental journey into the realms of original short prose. I would like to write a short story, only a few hundred words, for each letter of the alphabet. Or, a word that starts with each letter of the alphabet. I started with R because I didn't realize I was going to do this until I had already finished the story, and then I figured I had better start at the beginning to do it correctly. So I have "Responsibility" and "Artist" already down.

Now. This is where you, those random people who somehow ended up here on my page and stayed long enough to see what on earth I'm talking about, come in. Give me a word. The only rules: Nothing explicit, nothing offensive, and nothing that doesn't start with a letter. So keep the cursing and sex out of it. Because those are crude, people. And we're classy here.

Now, my dear strangers-who-are-here-and-don't-know-why (and my sister...hopefully she'll at least read this), go forth and grab a dictionary. Or just pick a word. I can't offer anything for it but the pleasure of knowing you helped a fellow artist along the way.

Ta ta for now

-Penguin

It's been raining all day today. It's so appropriate it's almost cliche.

I first met Spike about three years ago.

He went on a trip with our class as a sponser, and we had a blast. He was funny, a big kid really, with a huge, goofy grin all the time. We all adored him. We went to the Rainforest Cafe and he bought a second "Volcano" for the guys, just so we could record them eating it as fast as they could. He went on all the amusement park rides, played all the games, enjoyed all the same things we did.

We just loved him.

And since then he's still been a part of our school. He goes to games, goofs off with the guys, makes sure to say hi to the girls as well. I ran into him at Walmart, and he had to stop by just to see how I was doing. And I'm not even one of the ones he's really close to.

He has four kids, three sons, the youngest of whom is eight, and a daughter, and a wife in her late thirties. Yesterday was the youngest son's first baseball game, in three days the second youngest is having his birthday.

Yesterday afternoon he was on his motorcycle, going a bit too fast, and he came around a blind corner. He hit a mid-sized pickup head on. He was gone before the emergency response teams even arrived, presumably he died instantaneously.

Now he'll never again come by the school and laugh and joke around with us. He'll never sponser another trip. He'll never be cheering on another game.

He'll never see his sons join varsity basketball. He'll never see any of his kids graduate high school. He'll never walk his daughter down the aisle.

It's been such a shock to the entire school. Today we had a chapel devoted to dealing with our grief, most of us just cried the whole time our youth pastor talked. All of his kids came to school, I guess they just couldn't stay in that house anymore. His daughter, a very good friend of mine, is trying to stay strong, because that's what she does, and she was more together than most of us were.

A lot of us, male and female, bawled at some point. I didn't outright sob, but I sure did cry. Some seem kind of angry, several a little numb (myself included) and a few didn't know him well enough and so they just sort of drift uncomfortably among their grieving friends. Today was by far the hardest school day of my life. Not even when my own great-grandparents or great-uncle died did I feel so affected, and yet at the same time I didn't really feel anything, just sort of in shock still I guess.

I just want to remember him though, because Spike was just such a cool guy.

He's the kind of man who never really grew up, and that was awesome. You could talk to him, and he never looked down on us for our age. He had just as much fun as we did, he made it a point to hang out with the guys. Just two days ago they all tackled him for teasing them about their new exercise regimen.

Whenever Spike went as a chaperone on a school trip, he was they one you wanted to be with. He would make sure everyone had fun, and he would join in with gusto. He was just a cool guy. And like I said, we all loved him. We still do.

I believe God will bring something good out of this, and I believe that He's more sorrowful than any of us, as hard as it may seem. I'm leaning on my faith, and I know others at the school are as well, and we're leaning on each other. Right now, I believe Spike is asleep, and when Jesus comes again in the clouds of glory, he'll be lifted up into the air, and we'll all go up too, and then we're all going to tackle-hug him! Of course, we'll make sure his family gets to him first.

So here's to Spike, friend, husband, and, most importantly, father.

We love him, we miss him, and we'll see him again soon.

The first two episodes of the new Transformers Prime cartoon aired today!!! I dragged Ashley (who is home for the week ) into watching it with me, and it was marvelous! Well, at least in my opinion. Still a kid's show, but the characters at least are amusing. Especially Ratchet

Anywhos, I've been pretty much dead to the internet world for the past...months -_- Too much school junk and whatnot. Aaaaaaand...I lost my camera. Thus no pics for DA. Worst writer's block in years, ergo no stories for fanfiction. These occurences may explain why my favorite saying as of late has been Life sucks. And then you die.

Oh well, just had to party about the Transformers victorious return to television!

See ya'll!

So, I just got back from Bible Camp with my school, and it was absolutely fabulous! My school is bonkers, and we've gained a reputation for being...very comfortable with ourselves. A bunch of young men in the bright, colorful, and oh-so-tight skinny jeans and shirts of a young lady is a most shocking sight that has stuck with many of the other's who attend

But anyways, it was really fun, and we discovered a most fascinated being while we were there. We called her: the Wham and Bam. She was slender, with well-toned muscles, longish brown highlighted hair, and the most bizarre posture any of us had ever seen. Let me explain: the Wham is her rear end sticking out at an unnatural curve, and the Bam is her chest being jut way out in front of her. We tried to walk like that and one of the guys nearly broke his back XD

Everything she did was deliberate, exagerated, and perfectly executed to capture the attention of the guy she was following around. And while that was absolutely hysterical (she looked like she was expecting a photo-shoot or something) it was also kind of sad. I mean, why does she think she needs to do that? She wasn't an ugly girl, she was really quite pretty, so I don't know why she felt the need to look so "perfect" with her posture. I've always hated it when people are so concerned with that kind of thing, but I really feel bad for them.

Ugh, I give up. I'm just going to keep acting like the moronic spaz that is me, cuz that is way more fun than sticking my butt out for the free viewing of all