Wait... what?

Ok, so this blank post has been starring at me for a while now, and I am just contemplating on how to fill it. Personally it is harder than you think, I mean seriously how many more times can I say the same things over and over again while having people read this (has anybody noticed the transitions my posts have taken, they use to say, as nobody reads, and now they say as people read this. Guess who has two thumbs and is now famous... This Guy).

It use to be nobody was reading about nothing, but apparently that is not the case anymore.  Though I still feel a little useless, mind you this blog really hasn't had much use to begin with... Very well, let us carry on then.

So, If you have followed my journey or plan to start, I am coming to the end of my first semester of my second year of Bible College as exams come up quickly.

Ha, I used three breaks in conversation in one post, and we all know that just does not happen in any old post by myself (who knows another maybe in the works and as I type this down I am in the same boat because I have no clue what words are going to come next).  This post was going to be about all those people that aren't paying attention to a conversation and end up volunteering for something by accident and the person they were talking to leaves before they realize and it only hits them as they see them turn around a corner.  Than I was going to say, it is really their own fault for setting their responses to automatic. (Hence the title, just if your wondering, and I am sure that there are many out there that have gotten use to my titles that are not related to the post). (I was tempted to put another break between this title explanation, but that just seemed like over kill

ps. I don't consider that break number 4 because this

is post script, as in afterwards and not during script

but that is a good idea to add some ds during a post

this just might add a whole new layer of character

I know you guys like my witty humour...

 ... But today is something different (did you see what I did there, I continued my title in the first sentence, sometimes I just blow my own mind... Wow).  Today I want to share a work of "art" (and by this I mean even more art like than than my typical post).  So by this time your thinking just tell us or show us what's going on and all I can say is why aren't you grateful for getting both my verbal magic as well as my digital magic.


I know I'm probably building myself up too high, your right, but if you know me, it's all in a friendly SQS sort of way.  If you question that abbreviation, I take it your new around here, and if that's you thanks, your a boost to my confidence and a big encouragement for me to continue writing.

(Now that I thoroughly wasted your time...)

ps. If that was a bit of a "Jesus Juke"... my sincere apologies

So, tell me, what is a 2 1 3 adventure?

To be honest I do not really know, I just know they exist and once you are on one you will just know it. Though quite possible very mysterious and illusive there are some generalizations to watch for in case you think about going on an adventure and just might want attempt one of the Two One Three variate.

First there cannot be more than a day's planning besides a lotting time for said adventure.  So now the time is set and the day has come so now what.  This is where most of my advise is useless because no two adventures can be the same, in fact the largest factor in these adventures is the spontaneous nature of these Willey creatures, by creatures I do mean occurrences.  So evening is getting close and still you have no idea as to what to do, but don't worry I have some suggestions to get the juices flowing.

Fireworks, cars, ice, couch cushion, reckless mindset, snow chairs (and yes this has to be home made), and most of all it has to be over 9000.

Many more ideas are out there, and you don't have to do them all, rather choose three random ideas and combined them, at least that what typically gets things in motion.

ps. Two One Three... Boom

pps. Claim yours today at your local brain (rather imagination) for

the all new low price of free, plus shipping and handeling

Oh... some sort of funny guy

Ahhhh.  everybody is a comedian, ha ha ha.  Everybody has something to say (wait a second I have sneaky suspicion I'm talking about somebody I know... Anyways).

That had no relevance to this post, at least in your minds but they were the first thoughts in my head as I started to write, and maybe, if your smart, you can figure out the events directly prior to writing...  Okey dokey (dang spell check, I know Okey dokey is spelled wrong, you don't need red lines, people find spelling mistakes all the same, plus these are not the words of Jesus).  This might be news to you because it was news to me, the other day I looked at my stats page, and I found out that people actually view this blog other than my family and friends, and I was pleasantly surprised, not that I'm going to be famous but I definitely feel a little better.  Now if you were just browsing blogs and happened upon mine, I thank you because you added to my stats.

Anyways, I actually wanted to share some actual news, today I preached for the first time in an actual Church, and my shirt is not stained with tomatoes or anything of the sort.  Typically I do not tell you guys these things but I am pretty excited and I thought it was worth sharing.

Well, don't want to take you away from that game you want to play, or that work you have to do, and I especially wouldn't want to hurt any homework time... That means you Randy... and you said you were just going to check email, and scores... peffft.

ps. I am currently procrastinating... just don't tell Randy 

Imaginably one of the most awkward of moments

Awkward; by this I mean just out right silence would settle over those attending, and by attending i mean involved. This silence would then result in the freezing of time, and by this I mean the silence would probably be made up of One second that would feel like a minute that transitions into a year. Anyways let us begin to describe this moment...

... So here you are (yes imagine yourself in this situation, that way I am able to personalize this story to your imagination, which results in you being attached) on your way to meet with some friends. These are not just everyday friends, these are friends that you have not seen for a while of specified time that is more than a month. So your on your way and you stop to fill up gas, and with that comes a trip to the restroom. Upon entering the facilities you realize that a pimple has made it's residence in a pore situated on your face. This zit does not have ridiculously disgusting proportions, but noticeable non the less, and you know that when you meet those friends they will notice it and it will definitely make you look like a total nincompoop. (Though propably not true, we, I, and everybody everywhere knows that your friends are not that vain... or are they) Anyways it occurs to you that with a quick pop you would not have to worry about it and you could move on.

As you proceed to lift your fingers to your face and you lean in to get a better view in the mirror the inevitable happens... a stranger just walks in. With the sound of the door opening your head turns around to look at them (your fingers seem to always remain posed, giving away your intentions). Then they look down (fare warning, I have no clue how women would react to this... my deepest apologies for leaving you out.) and back up and slowly, and quietly ask

"were you..." and cutting them off you tell them
"yes... yes I was" and then this brings the awkward nod from this stranger you than politely walks out and shuts the door. Not knowing what to do you stand there frozen, than quickly walk out, pay for gas and speed off the lot. That's when you realize your face is all red and in the lower left corner their resides a small white dot.

Happy 50th

Yes that is correct this is my 50th post ever, at least that's what it said on my dashboard. So be prepared to be blown away, well figuratively speaking, I actually don't expect any chairs to topple backwards on account of this. Anyway enough waisted time, lets get down to the post... oh wait this whole blog is based on the waste of your time with nonsense and gobbly gook.

In other words let the time wasting continue... uhhh...
okay that's long enough. So recently I've been wondering how would life change if you'd imagine a silent k in front of every single word that you pronounce. like knife or knob and kwhat not. Now imagine that you begin to pronounce all of those previously silent Ks. In simple terms what if every word started with K. Kboom... kthat kwould kbe kweird, kand kind kof kdumb. Konce kagain... KBOOM.

Well, I feel that was the worst post of all time, but don't let that get you down, because it is still is going on... and your like Kwhat (don't worry that was the last time). I mean seriously how can this continue to go one, like when will it end.

PS. how did you like that cliff hanger, I've been practicing
(nope that's a lie)

PS. I actually ended the post with the word "end"
(first time in 50 posts)
(ah, Kdang... wreaked my ending, and lied about the K thing)
(just keeps getting better and better)

He He Hey There, I Know You

Would you believe it but I was about to post something based on anger and frustration, I know right, me, angry. But I was angry, actually I still am, but I realize this is a family friendly blog and that just isn't cool.

The other day I saw I rainbow... just kidding, not about the rainbow, but about the direction of where I want this post to go.

So if you can recall a couple posts back there was an article I published about the jerk scale here at school, and know it is apparent that another post will have to be typed. Currently I am the jerk scale vise president, and with that comes some responsibility such as declaring the restart of the scale for all south hall residents as well as Josh Martens. More information will be posted on the south hall bulletin board so feel free to check it for details but I still have some things to say.

Such as, the Josh Martens effect will be applied this year again, and new this year is the Malcom Monroe award which goes to the largest Jerk. (Malcom was honored, by the way to have such an award named after himself) The new president this year is travis plett who is going to do a marvelous job. Further announcements are soon to be public, but all I can say for now is that there is rumor of multiple points for one action. (what I'm saying is that you might be able to earn 2 points for one jerk move, depending on severity)

That's all that I have for tonight, play save, and I'm batman

Old habits Die Hard

Hello Old Friend, (and yes I'm talking to my blog) it's been a while (your right it is rude to acknowledge the blog above the readers but...).

So what have I to say, to sum it up simply, nothing, not even to tell you what I'm up to. But I can say this. Kids Do NOT try this at home, that is write a post while tired. The only reason I'm typing this right now is to amuse myself because I am funnier at night. I'm also more depressing... This may or may not be a disease but I like to think of it as drowsy-bi-emotional.

In other contradictions (... Frankly it treats me better.) (It's like saying in other news just rather about my continuing contradictions up to this point.) The 2nd Year of Bible College is approaching fast. (please tell me I don't have to add more parenthesis to explain how I contradicted myself, because honestly they are getting a bit over used.)

So In Conclusion I'll give another intro. The old habits would include, poor gramme r, extensive bracketing, occasional...

... and of course righting a post while drowsy, (and my classic overly long PS (constructed after PSing)).

PS. the right hand side align is back
(yes, he said in celebration because it'd be too
loud to yell since everyone is already asleep.)

PSS. I'm sure glad I didn't spill my guts about my
feelings because I always regret those in the morning,
even more so now that Mom reads this.

PSSS. It is sure great to be back in the swing of things and maybe
it will only be another month before the next post in order that it
doesn't have to be so long. (Phewph).

Iced Pink

Many of you will not know this but this is the second time I wrote this post, so now all that have read this now know that this is a repeat. Now that you are confused, or at least a couple of you just might happen to be as I say, anyways on with the post.

I'm writing this, not as one man's attempt at being rich and famous but rather because of the advice of my critiques. Who just happen to be those honored with the chance to be a part of my family. So in continuation this is a post about a... (If this was a TV Show there would be a long break to build suspense as they send people to the commercial break, and sense there is no long pause in this post at all, why not just imagine it...) It's not any spectacular art or extravagant cousin but rather is a blend that not many people would think to make but in actuality it is quite nice. It goes simply like this blend together Watermelon, Ice Cream, and for smoothness optional yogurt. As anybody would have noticed there are no quantities typed out, and that is because for the most part it's up to preference.

So... I hope everybody's happy because now any Joe Blow could patten my idea and become rich and famous.

PS. Phil is clutch

I realize writing a post while tired might be a bad idea

Though the title has a lot of legitimacy to it, I figured most of the time my funniest material is written during this stage in my day. To be honest I forget what I was going to say that had to be blogged and was promised in my previous post but my mind has drawn a blank. So I'll give you the usual jibber jabber.

So, last night I had an interesting experience, as I was falling asleep my brain was able to tell me that the body was shutting down, than all of a sudden (there really has to be a condensed way of saying that, "all of a sudden" it should be one word at least) I felt my breathing become deeper, heavier and longer. So this sensation got me to thinking, "don't they say we can use more of our brain while we are slumbering" and I was in agreement with said thought and than I started to experiment, all of which was done carefully trying not to wake said body enjoying the rest that it was receiving. Basically I attempted equations and tried to see if an answer would come to mind without actually do the question in my head. Anyway, longer post made shorter, the experiments failed and the math questions went without being solved and I went to sleep.

PS. I had something good for this as well, but have appeared to forget it, anyway this gobbly gook shall be over till the next installment.

I can't help but share some more news

Yep, I was going to leave this post blank, just as a prank, but than I realized that would not be even half as funny as me actually taking the time to type something.

So let the good times roll. Anyways, I just finished my first year at Bible College, and I still do not know what to think. It seems like a blur, everything moving so fast, but each memory so slow, I have no clue if it is actually over or if, I wake up in a couple minutes to find myself still in dorm.

But more seriously, if it still was not serious, the first year is actually done (I just pinched myself and it hurt) so it is on to summer plans. Construction looks like an option that I would like to take and I believe there are a few options that will take me, hopefully...

Hang on, what am I jabbering on about, every person that reads this knows it is for a laugh, or maybe two at most, not for this gobbly gook, or however that is spelled. Everyone reading this knows my plans, unfortunately they won't tell me God's plans for this summer, but oh well. Being a rather lengthy post already, I might just have to end it there...

Is it just me or are these posts beginning to be worse

PS. Your right, the blank post would have been funnier, and less work

Well, a posting of news and who knows what else...

So... basically, at school we have this thing called spring break, though it was hardly a break, it was a whole lot of fun. This week ended with a trip home today, by home I mean school, because I did not spend a moment of this past week at home which is odd because I usually do not opt for adventure.

(Now that was my intro, and get ready for the body, this is the main portion of the post so if you skimmed up to now start paying attention and read the words.)

This week was spent in a small city many people know as... CALGARY, Alberta, canada. many events revolved around, I do not really know what, but I will summarize with the single word, which has transformed into a long description, Fun. Activities like, hiking in the snow, throwing snow, eating snow, watching the snow melt, taking pictures in the snow, and driving. Oh and we went to the zoo. The generous hosts made the week enjoyable as they provided food, fun, and entertainment.

(Finally the conclusion...)

It was fun, no one died, and the end

PS oihy

Creative Explosion

For once, my title actually relates to the post, and this jibber jabber about said title does not (I would have written doesn't but I have to get in the habit of not using contractions for school) so on to the post.

So do you ever feel that the creativity inside of you just has to get out, and it might just blow your body to bits to do that. No... well, then you and me are two different people (This is where all you people that use SQS too often are going to think "what I totally thought we were clones"). This being said, or stated if you prefer, does any body feel like they are going to bust is they do not do something this instant (For everybody who agreed with the first statement, your right, I did just ask the same question twice just in different words).

Well anyway, this is how I am feeling right now, and though not much writing this post is just a way of siphoning off some of that energy that is about to tear (I originally spelled this as tare, but under the advise from a unnamed source I changed this, so if you get a chance thank this friend of mine (his names Randy by the way)) me limb from limb.


ps. I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you text box.

pps. I'm going to go draw a picture

If this is how it's going to be

Don't let the title trick you, this post is not going to be something radical, in fact I don't even know what it's going to be about. So that being said, why don't you come along with me and find out just what I'm about to post. Life's good, so I wouldn't expect any bizarre tails from this reality, besides the fact that I was able to band with 2 guys as crazy as me to spend a night in a snow fort.

If your wondering it is the busyness of life that has stopped me from writing this and the busyness that has stopped my creative juices from flowing from head to hand to your eyes.

Any facts of life that need to be pointed out in a blunt matter seem to be far from my mind. However I think a blog post just popped into my head, but I won't write it down now because then this would get really long, and I'm not going to erase what has already been typed. So if you didn't already know what was floating around in my head, you do now. I know it's not much, but what do you expect, I have to go to sleep.

PS. There has to be a better way to express myself... then again maybe not.


PSS (or is that pps; I never know) I added I painting of mine for extra content (stop)

Where Has Our Sense of Adventure Gone?

... Right out the window of our personalities. Unfortunately for us the gravitational pull of the personality realm is decreased from that of the universe in which we inhabit. If you are already lost in the first few lines of this post, let me expand. So as your personality starts to mature you begin to realize how childish your thought patterns are and you make an subconscious decision to abandon that and you toss it out the window. However as I said the gravity in the realm of our personalities is decreased so your imagination slowly drops out of view and falls to it's death, however it doesn't have to. I know I said sense of adventure but really, the desire for unknown, new discovery, and creativity in general all derive from your imagination. So how do you hold onto your imagination, interact with children.

If you want an artist, find a kid, if you want a professional artist, pay them.

ps. sorry for the lack of humor, maybe next time


pss. If you ever want to sound profound, talk about art because no one can tell you you are wrong.

I typically don't publish other people's work

Well, If I don't become a famous blogger, I might become a famous publisher, so after a few more boring sentences from me I'll let you enjoy. Well at our school, we have these people called jerks, and this is one man's attempt at battling it.


The Jerk Scale 2011 has been implemented and its affects have already
affected many people to whom it has the potential to affect. The
controversial scale claims to find its roots from a pure and uplifting
ground. The inventor and co-founder of the Jerk Scale Brenton Friesen
says that the purpose is to "bring to light the darkness of our inner
jerkdom". Ironically Brenton Friesen (CEO of the company) is currently
on top of the leader board with a level of 2.0. When asked about it he
said "It's rough, I mean you create a beautiful thing with the intent
to point out who is the biggest jerk and how can they seek to better
themselves, and in doing it you realize that you are the biggest jerk
of all".

Randy who is currently 2nd on the leaderboard when asked how he felt
about being the 2nd biggest jerk on campus responded in a joyful
exuberance of delight and said "This is the best thing that has ever
happened to me!" the temporal denial is expected to ware of anytime,
saturating his soul with deep remorse for his actions.

Reception to the Jerk Scale has been mixed as some are excited to find
out who is the biggest jerk on campus and others think that the scale
is too personal. Brenton Friesen when asked if the scale was invading
personal privacy boldly pronounced that "this response is birthed out
of the inner jerk inside of the opposers, the very inner jerk that the
jerks scale is pursuing to abolish". While others feel strongly on the
matter others seem not to care. Thomas Penner when asked how he felt
upon receiving a written warning merely shrugged and said "i don't
know".

Others seem reacting to this new system in a confused and baffled
manner. Alexander when asked how he felt about receiving a written
warning for calling all Mexicans drunkards said "whats a warning?". He
and many other members who have been volentold into the scale have
been infected with what is being called the "chicken with their head
cut off syndrome". As the campaign continues co-founder Nick Penner
confidently claimed that "this torrent of confusion will soon crash
and the shores of the jerkdom will officially be under construction."


PS this is me again, and the line about me calling Mexican's drunkards is totally twisted...

Are my post names getting longer or is it just me, well...

So as this blogger makes less and less sense, let me give you a bit of news before we continue. So it appears, I'm back at school, and the first day back went relatively smooth. The new kids came, well most of them any way and they seem swell. Life has been alright, and that is enough actual news for one post.

Going into the senseless chatter. I don't know how, but worst kids somehow have a way with people, I mean seriously how they do it is beyond me, Ronald, Matthew, you know who you are. No worse of kids could possibly be more deserving and yet they manage to pull in the multitudes. However this might not be defined as success as I learned today so no advantage has been reached.

If that wasn't senseless I do not know what is, what is funny is that I couldn't even spell senseless for the longest time, till I asked good old Travis (no I won't tell you his last name, I know there is a creep out there wanting that information).


ps. I wonder sometimes, and I don't even know about what I wonder