The death of hope. The renewal of hate. The love of anger. The fear of reason. The remembrance of mercy. The cry for help. The knowledge of pain. The inspiration of friendship. The repair of hearts. The bonding of love.

Well, yesterday was pretty much really awesome, and today was too, surpisingly enough. Though, it pretty much sucked between 7:30 and 8:30 for no reason at all. Anyways, the rest of the time was sweet. Oh, I think I have to cover Friday night as well, which was reeallyy fun as well. So yeah, my weekend was the best :P.

Friday night:

Note: This is a true story. Everything in this story actually happened. Some minor details may have been altered for dramatization. The names of the people involved have been altered to protect their privacy.

Keithers set his bike down carefully, and Brockers quickly followed suit. Quietly, they crept into a forest of tall grass, and stopped behind a tiny tree. A head rose above the level of the grass, followed by another. Light streamed out of the building that lay directly ahead, sending its rays glittering onto the steel pipes that were scattered in the gravel lot. The enormous opening to the factory revealed a very suspicious looking object. It was like a fan, made of white metal, blooming outwards high above the ground. A clanging echoed from within the factory. It was not empty.

"Why are there people there at 10:00 PM?" Keithers whispered. Brockers just shrugged. "Let's get closer."

The two boys snuck through the grass. There was an eerie silence, broken only by the rythmic clanging from within. Keithers slapped at a misquito, a wasted effort, considering the many that were surrounding him. They reached a small hill, just at the border of the gravel.

"Ok, the escape plan is, if we get seen, get to this hill, and then go for our bikes as fast as possible. Got it?"

Keithers glanced around, and saw the stack of pipes that lay on the ground directly ahead of him. He moved, cautiously, out of the tall grass, into the open. There was no movement from within the building, just the clanging that signaled life. He dashed forward, dove, and rolled behind the cover of the pipes. He signaled to Brockers, and was quickly joined by him.

Keithers poked his head just above the level of the pipes. It was impossible to see anything clearly, considering the distance, and the fact that there were building materials in the way.

"We have to get closer!" Brockers nodded in agreement. He followed Keithers, and they wove their way through numerous obstacles, until they found themselves behind a huge steel pipe, providing excellent cover, but no easy view of the factory. Keithers rose to his feet again, straining to get a good look. That's when he saw it.

"There's a person, right there, do you see him?!" Keithers felt a shiver of anticipation crawl down his spine. "I think I see a place where we can get closer. It's right on the other side of the pipe. Let's go under."

Going under was a ridiculous idea, of course, considering the size of the opening, and the size of both parties. But the attempt was made.

"I'm stuck!" Keithers frantically pulled forward, but to no avail. No amount of force was going to get him through that opening, at least, not like he was. Keithers had an idea. Sucking his stomach in, he slowly went through, inchworm style. It took quite some time, but finally, he pulled his feet through. He turned around, and Brockers attempted the same. Happily, Brockers being smaller than Keithers, it took a minimal amount of effort to get him through. They both turned around.

The first thing they noticed, was that there was no more cover in front of them, save a small bunch of metal framework, filled with holes for viewing, but also providing very little hiding places. The second thing they noticed was that there was not one person there, or two, but five. They were working busily, on something. The purpose of the white fan was still not clear. Another thing that struck them, was that the gravel lot was used as a storage for any extra materials they might need. The last thing they noticed was a man, headed for a forklift. Not first realizing his intent, they were startled by a roar, coming from the direction of the factory. Keithers looked, and saw the forklift, headed straight for where they were hiding.

"Get back, get back," Keithers frantically whispered to Brockers. As you all might recall, it had taken them a significant amount of time to get under the pipe, and going back wouldn't be any easier. Keithers pushed, but there was no way that that would work. Panic overtook them. Keithers looked again, straight into the eyes of the man driving the forklift, only a few metres away. A chill took his heart, and he motioned to Brockers, to lie still. He propped himself on his elbow, attempting to look as relaxed as possible.

"Ok, I'm going to say we're just chilling out, having some fun," Keithers whispered to Brockers. The roar stopped, followed by an awful silence. Keithers strained his ears, but he heard no footsteps. Minutes, or was it hours, ticked by. The forklift roared back to life, and the sound, which before had been so close, began to fade. Keithers risked a look, and saw the back end of the forklift.

"Let's get out of here!"

They frantically pulled through the pipe, this time working at it, until finally, they both were through. Then, a moment of bravdo took Keithers, and he jumped up to his feet, out of any hiding they might have had previously. He sprinted, back through all those places they had snuck through, covering the backwards route in a few seconds. He leaped over the hill, dashed through the grass, and reached his bike. He looked back. Brockers was nowhere to be seen.

"Crap."

He retraced his steps, yet again. He reached the hill. Nothing. No Brockers to be seen. Then he saw a movement from the pipes, and then Brockers reached the hill. "Let's go!"

They both ran back to their bikes, and took off.

I know what you're thinking. Sheer stupidity. But hey, it was fun :).

Saturday:

Saturday morning, plans were made with my best mate Vic, to attend a showing of "Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest", in Brantford, at 7:30. Well, Keith decided to make his life incredibly complicated, so, he invited KathleenD. That's when everything broke down. First of all, Kathleen couldn't get a ride to Brantford. So, I figured, it shouldn't be too bad to just get a ride over to Ancaster, no problem, only 20 minutes, my parents won't mind. Right, way to be a thinker, Keith. I won't get into the specifics of why they didn't agree, but let's just leave it at, they said they wouldn't get me there. Now, I was left in a quandry, because, since my parents are generally cool with stuff like that, I had told Kathleen I would be there. So, I had to break the sad news that I couldn't get there. I didn't give up, of course, but I was kind of out of options(or so I thought). Then, Vic arrived to save the day. After hearing all that had transpired, he said that he could probably get Vince to drive us there. Yesss. So, Kathleen got all excited again, I got a rush from having it finally work. Or not. Vic's parents didn't want him to drive to Ancaster, because of high gas prices. That was rather crushing. Then, I remember something my brother had said, when I was discussing the rides with my parents. He jokingly said he would take us, if we paid for his ticket to the movie. Right, so off I went, and told Phil that I was willing to take him up on his offer. Now, you have to understand that my brother is pretty much awesome. So, after clearing up some of the small details......he agreed. My parents also agreed. I was estatic, and shared out the good news. We were all happy. My brother invited his friend. We went to Ancaster. We met up with Kathleen. We discovered the movie was sold out. Ouch. After all that. Well, no reason to waste a perfectly good trip to Ancaster. We jaunted over to Kathleen's place, after picking up some food(mmm.....fuzzy peaches), and watched a hilarious movie, "Tommy Boy." And got kicked out at 9:00. Heh. No need to tell you why :P. Anyways, we hung around Ancaster for another hour and a half. I had an ice capp. My friend bought a book. It was all good.

I stopped off at home to grab my dress clothes, since it was Sunday the next day, and got dropped off at Vic's place. We noted the clearness of the night, and of course, the natural thing to do would be to do some starwatching. We chose the roof as a suitable location for that. We spread out our sleeping bag, grabbed a couple pillows, and turned on some music. That was our enviroment for the next hour, just....talking, laughing, watching stars, making wishes on shooting stars, trying to find the Big Dipper, and being attacked by a bat. At about midnight, we were told to get inside. So, we did. And then we read books for another two hours. Good times :).

----Part one of two----

To be continued...

Especially long post is being written now. Please, be patient, it will be well worth the wait.

Well, I don't know what I'm going to be writing about, but I decided, I'd better update, people might get suspicious or something.

My summer has consisted primarily of nothing. No really, I haven't done a whole lot. Or a half lot. It would be cool to own a parking lot. You would just be like...he he, this is my parking lot. And don't let anyone else park there. Even if you aren't there. Heh, that'd be awesome.

Life would be so much different without instant messaging, or phone calls. It would be weird. You'd have to like, wait a week to talk to anyone. Kind of freaky.

I've been watching a lot of movies lately. I just watched on tonight. "The Day after Tomorrow". It's a pretty good movie. Everyone reading this should rent it...or buy it, or borrow it. Or steal it. You could do that too.

I kind of feel like writing a longer story, a real short story, where I actually develop my characters.

There's this random spoon on my desk, and it tastes like strawberries.

Have you ever tried red flowers? I was trying out these assorted plants with a friend of mine, and he noted that the red flowers had the texture of cherries. Intriguing, really. I think the pine was bit strong, however. Made me cough. It tasted alright though, when you first chewed it.

I'm transforming this room into an office. I'm planning on making some sort of wall-mounted easel, for those brainstorming sessions that I sometimes have.

I think it would be fun to be an artist. Like, a painter type artist.

My thoughts have mostly been on my past, recently. Sometimes, I think of happy things, and I laugh, ignoring all the strange looks. Sometimes, I think of embarrassing times, and I grimace. Sometimes, depending on how embarrassing the situation was, I hit myself, or otherwise cause physical pain. Hopefully it will help me to remember what not to do for next time.

I have five emails, none of which look very interesting. Two of them are spam for sure, the rest are probably for some random thing I did on the internet that I've forgotten about by now.

That's weird, it says I only have four...

Oh, right, I already read one of them. The most interesting one out of the bunch, and it was rather boring.

I wonder if anyone is online...

My sister is over for a week. I had to help do weeds, in the morning. You probably all recall my opinion of mornings.

Wow...two people just started talking to me, and it's almost midnight. Definitely not typical.

I'm out.

Uhm, yeah, not in the mood for debating at all, at the moment.

On a more interesting note, you can watch my recently completed movie, titled "The Return of the Slime Monster". A note of warning before you do. The file is appoximately 50 MB in size. Do not attempt to watch it on dial-up. If you really would like to do so, contact me, and I will arrange for a smaller size, or perhaps a free CD, depending on where you live. Now, I'm sure the rest of you skipped over that impatiently, so without furthur delays...

Watch the movie

Enjoy! Job offers can be emailed to my primary email account, found as a link in all my comments.

I have a lot to cover, so I'll give you a brief summary of the contents:

1) Enjoyable times

2) Brittni

3) Debating with KathleenD

4) Something

Friday night, 2 AM, waiting for the movie to finish rendering. Knowing that I would have to be up again in 5 hours. Ouch.

Saturday morning, I woke up at the unearthly hour of 7 AM, to the delightful sound of my Dad telling me to take a shower. I hate taking showers when I'm tired. Especially in the morning. Well, I hate doing just about anything in the morning. 8 AM, very hungry, but ready to go. My sister and brother-in-law arrived at approximately 8:15, and we set off for the hour long drive. I tried to sleep, but the presence of my niece quickly dispatched that thought. Have you ever noticed how much more annoying everything is in the morning? 9:30, we arrive at a charming place, a Mennonite Restaurant. We make our way in the door, and are greeted by a girl telling us we have to wait 40 minutes before we can eat. Excellent, I wasn't hungry anyways. I only hadn't eaten for 18 hours. We wandered through the crowded gift store, perusing the collection of handmade ornmaents, finding cute pictures on the back of calendars, and hearing name after name called up to the front, to be seated, in a pleasant male voice. Every thirty seconds. For 15 minutes. Luckily, it seems that time passes faster within that store, and it was only 15 minutes before our name rang throughout the store. At exactly the time my brother-in-law had decided to step out. I meandered in a running fashion towards the exit, happily finding him quickly. We both casually dashed over to the restaurant entrance again, and were finally seated. The table was at a good height, though leg space was limited. A waiter greeted us, pouring out coffee and tea. I was offered neither, that's alright though, tea is only my favourite drink ever. I got a glass of compliementary apple juice. Yum. Cold drinks really get me going. Unlike that warm glow that spreads outwards when you drink a nice mug of tea. Oh no, I hate that sensation, absolutely awful. I would much rather have my insides frozen, it feels great. My sister rose to get her food from the buffet, while my bro and I stayed to watch after my niece. It was enjoyable to sit there, smelling the food, watching people eat. I wasn't really all that hungry. My sister returned, and I left. To the food. Mmm.....Food. It was the classic breakfast food, but so much better. Waffles that crunched when you bit into them, but were soft and fluffy on the inside. Hash browns cooked to a crisp. Sasauge, prepared the day before by a local farmer. Ham. Pancakes. Whipped cream. Real whipped cream. Cinnamon bun, Apple something, coffee cake, raspberry turnover. Ahhh....10:30, driving towards St. Jacobs Market. Walking through crowds of people, enjoying the smells of fresh vegetables and meat. Free samples abound. Of firestick pepperetes. Maybe I should emphasize, FIREstick PEPPERettes. Cheap candy. That tasted like bananas. They were actually supposed to be smarties. Cherries....mmm....1:30, heading home. Tried to sleep. Nothing. More to the point, something besides nothing. 2:30, still not hungry, skipped lunch. Got home. 3:30, tried to watch Return of the Slime Monster. Found out the disk had many errors. Had to re-render movie. 4:00, still trying to figure out the proper settings. 4:30, rendering got started. Approximate time....one hour and twenty minutes. 5:30, still waiting impatiently, watching the clock. Tried reading, was too nervous and tired. Went outside and got lectured about getting a job. 5:50, went back inside, for supper. Checked back at computer, 5 minutes remaining. 6:00, checked somputer again, finished rendering. Got burning process started. Noticed that it was going to take half-an-hour, because I had rendered it with the wrong settings. Got nervous, because I had to leave in half-an-hour. 1\2 hour later, still working. 6:40, completed, got out of house, drove to Bonvanies. 7:05. arrived. Almost forgot my CD's. Actually forgot candy. Talked for 10 minutes. 7:15, left for hospital. 7:40, arrived at hospital. Johnathon and I ran inside, leaving the others in the dust. Got to Brittni's room, but she was sleeping. Tried to be quiet, succeded until others arrived. Brittni woke up, was happy to see us :). Discovered I had forgetten the CD's in the Bonvanie's van. Luke, Johnathon, and I, went to go get it. Yeah, overkill. I got lost on the way out. Went down to the parking lot, wandered around, went back up, found Luke, and then Johnathon. Made our way outside. Johnathon ran to get the CD, while we waited\hid behind a tree. Got found because Luke tried some spy moves. Went back to Brittni's room. Watched movie, which was error-free :D. Had a good time laughing. Got told off by a mean nurse. Ignored her. Stayed 1\2 hour past visiting hours, until Mrs. Bonvanie finally found us(I wasn't the only one that got lost that day :)). Said our goodbyes and exited. Went to the Bonvanies. Had a killer time. I died. Ha, funny joke. No, I lived. Went home.

This is for you, Brittni.

It was a warm summer night, you know, the kind that you want to last forever. The stars were shining brilliantly, the sun just under the horizon. A small bird chirpped out it's last farewell song, and flew off, through the night, to it's little nest, just outside a large blue house. Within that house, a boy sat, stunned with the news. Of all the people, could it be?

Um, I'm really not feeling this. I'm going to try a different style.

It hit him with a force that could not be matched. It was just a few, small words, but they seemed to be repeatedly stabbing through his chest and heart. He got out of his chair, slightly unsteadily. It wasn't supposed to happen to her. This was the stuff of nightmares, the stuff that stories are told of. How could this happen to his friend, one who he held on to so tightly? He could barely imagine a world without her, a world where that smile and laugh were silent and still. He sat down again, and his fingers flew. He reached out, he looked for comfort, he sent those words which conveyed his fear. His heart cried out in terror at the possibilities, and his fingers recorded it, packaged it into neat little words, and sent it to some of his closest friends. Some words came back to him, and he paled at the meaning. He searched out for hope, and he found it in his friends, friends who had that same pain, that same fear. The love that they had for her bonded together, and as one, they prayed. Fear gave way to hope, and hope brought comfort.

Brittni, thank you, for everything you have ever said to me, and all that we have ever done together. I can't wait until you are back up to full health. I will continue to pray for you.

Now, Kathleen :P.

Dang, I'm tired. I can't really think. Man, this sucks. Alright, well, I'm not doing anything tomorrow anyways. I'll talk about it then.

Goodnight. I'm pretty sure this post was not quite lucid, but make what you can of it.