Food Restrictions

In my family if you see food in the cupboard or on the table it means that you can eat it. Whoever gets to the good stuff first, gets the good stuff, and that tends to be me. I guess that my family started to get sick of it. My brother and sister would always complain about how a box of cereal was gone each day and how a new box of oreos would be gone within an hour. Now my parents are starting to label some food items not for Garth. It makes me angry! I mean I'm a growing boy so I need to be eating a lot, at least a lot of junk food. What the? It just got really bright outside and all day it has been rainy and cold so far. General Conference starts in five minutes maybe that's why.

Sleep or General Conference?

Every year when general conference comes around I get excited in someways but disappointed in others. I enjoy the fact that I don't have to worry about getting dressed for church, other than priesthood meeting, but I don't like that they are spaced out perfectly so that you can't hang out with your friends at all. Usually during general conference I bring all my bedding and lay down on my couch, falling asleep halfway through. I know that it is wrong but general conference just makes me so tired. This year I was assigned by my seminary teacher to take notes on conference so I kind of had to stay awake. Well I did, mostly. For the last half an hour of the first session of conference my brain went dead and I can't even remember what happened. I am glad though that I got that extra push from seminary to stay awake because I think that this year I have learned the most I have ever learned from conference. The only thing that I am depressed about is that I am going to the conference center for the second sunday session. That totally defeats the point of staying in my pajamas the whole day. I guess I still could but I don't think they would let someone into the conference center if they were dressed up in pokemon (not really) covered clothing. Also I don't want to worry about the hassle of getting out of the parking lot and then out of Salt Lake City. I just think in the long run it's better to just stay home as a family. At least that is what I am trying to convince my mom. Who knows maybe we will cancel at the last second. If we do I'll be sure to blog about it.

Procrastination

Everyday I go to bed late saying that I am going to get my homework done early the next day. Then the next day afterward I am tired throughout school and don't pay very good attention to what is being taught in each of my classes. Then I go home, eat a quick meal, and pull out the easiest of my homework. I begin to work, start to yawn, then go down to my bed and take a two hour nap. I wake up again and tell myself I better get to work if I don't want to go to bed late. I start my homework again going at an incredibly slow pace since I just woke up, and before I know it its 9:30 or later. I start working like crazy and eventually finish around 10:30 or 11:00. Then I take a shower and get ready for bed. I usually hit the sack around midnight or later.
The main reason why I wrote about this crap is because it was the first topic that entered my mind and if I want to go to bed early tonight I better finish all of my homework fast. Take mercy on my bad blogging.

Don't Cry Over Spilled Juice

Yesterday I was planning on going over to my friend's house to watch the BYU game around 4ish. I had a soccer game earlier that day that was at 2:30. The soccer game started way late and ended around 4:45 so I was already running late. I drove home from my game and got cleaned up to go over to Jade's house. Then my father asked me to help him outside by picking plums from our plum tree. I quickly got a box and started picking not wanting to be any later to Jade's house than I had to. I picked a large box and then helped a bit with mowing my overgrown lawn. I was about to leave when my dad asked me if I had eaten dinner yet. I ran inside and began to create my meal. I put a hamburger in the microwave for 30 seconds and while it was warming up I was going to try to finish the rest of the ingredients. As I was shoving the ketchup back into the fridge, a plate full of honeydew slid off the top of some mayonaise. I caught all but one piece of honeydew, but as they fell the began a chain reaction. The honeydew knock over a bowl of raspberries which then knock over an almost empty pitcher of juice. In just seconds the floor was a mess. I ran downstairs, grabbed a bunch of towels(probably more than needed), and wiped up the floor and the fridge. I finished eating and then looked at the time. It was a little bit passed 7:30. I tried to get my dad to take me, and after 15 minutes of last minute work we were about to leave. As I was about to go out the door my mom said she wanted to spend time as a family. In the end I stayed and still had a fun time watching a movie.

Hope is Lost...

Yesterday, my friends and I decided to watch the BYU game. This week's game was supposedly a big game due to the fact that we were playing Florida State. They had previously been a ranked team but had lost the week before to an unranked team, thus dropping them out of the rankings. Florida would be playing a top-ten team on BYU's home field that they had not lost on since 2005. The game began with the opening kick-off to Florida. This was the begining of a very bad game.
Florida's first drive took them all the way to a touchdown. We got the kickoff next and were stopped, forcing us to punt. They then score again. We recieved another kickoff. On this drive we were able to pull together some amazing receptions, allowing us a touchdown. That's when my friends dad came into his house.
What I should have mentioned before is that we were watching the game prerecorded. In actuallity the game was in the second half before we started watching it. My friend's dad had been listening to the game in his car, so when he entered the house he sent a wave of depression over all of us. I can't remember the first words he said as he entered the house, but it was something along the lines of "They're really killing us, aren't they?" That was when I lost hope. BYU had a few good plays after that, but i knew it was all in vain. The final score was 54-28 for Florida State.

Blowouts

Today my soccer team, the earthquake, had another game. We were playing the same team we played the week before, only this time we were missing a few of our players due to homecoming. We started the game off fast with a shot by Lucas. Then he continued to score along with Brady and another of our players, and by halftime, we were up by five. We then entered into the 2nd half of the game. If you had seen the way were playing during the second half, you probably wouldn't think we were high school age. Most of our players were hogging the ball and trying to score on a one-man effort. Although we still managed to score a few goals that half, I still don't feel great about the win. I even admit that I hogged the ball a bit. I also felt rushed for a lot of the game. Every time I would get the ball, seven people would start yelling for a pass, even when I wasn't under pressure. I wish people would lay off so we could slow down the game a little bit. Even though we won by a lot, I still enjoyed the game. It's always fun to mess around a little bit and just play a fun game of soccer.

Talkin Trash

Yesterday my soccer team had another game. We were playing another team that consisted mainly of people from our school. Fifty-percent of their team was made up of juniors while the other half was sophomores. Apart from 3 other players, our team, the Earthquake, is all juniors.
During the spring soccer season, we had a team with all the juniors(we were actually sophomores then) and a team with all the sophomores(then freshmen). Whenever we had a scrimmage against them, it was always an easy win. As you can imagine, it wouldn't be any different when we played them yesterday.
Some of the members on the Assault had been talking crap about how they were way good and were going to beat us, mainly a particular junior. We didn't expect much when the game started, but they were still a fairly good team. We played through the game with a little bit of opposition and ended with a score of 5-0. That was actually the lowest scoring game we had. It's always fun playing with your friends on a soccer team, but it is a lot more fun to play against them.

The Golem's Eye

I don't exactly know how we are supposed to do our blog on the books we have read during the term, but this is my best attempt.
The Golem's Eye is the third and final book in The Bartimaeus Trilogy. It is hard to comprehend the third book in a trilogy without some background from the first two. Nathaniel is a child living in a world filled with magicians and commoners. He is an orphan, as far as I can remember, who is living in the country of England. As an orphan he is adopted by a less-known magician who is in need of an understudy. Nathaniel is taught the ways of the magicians by his master at a tedious pace. He begins to advance quickly in this mystical art of summoning demons and other creatures (I know that it sounds satanic, but it's really not), and starts to study behind his master's back. He then continues to summon a high level demon known as Bartimaeus. He sents Bartimaeus on different quests throughout the first two books, creating a sort of love-hate relationship with the djinni.
In the third book, Nathaniel is now the youngest member of the magician council of the country, a form of government with all magicians in control. He is in charge of finding and capturing members of a team called the Resistance. While trying to find ways to blame all the recent treachory around the world on the Resistance, he discovers that the blame truly belongs to another organization. As he discovers his own aquaintances are on a mission to try to destoy the country's government, he is thrust into a world far too dangerous for a 17-year-old boy. With the help of an unlikely friend and a cocky demon, he sets out on his journey. Will he manage to stop the world from tumbling into a place of treachory and greed or die trying?

I Had an Idea...

Dang it. Just five seconds ago, I had a great idea of what to do my blog on, and now I can't even remember what I was going to blog about. It's probably because I made an answer to my friends comment on one of my posts, and it surpassed my creative capacity so now I have lost the ability to write. I'm thinking, I'm thinking. I still can't remember. I think it might have been about the BYU game yesterday. But last I remember, I wasn't going to do a blog about that because everyone else would. Well, now that I have said that, I can't think of anything else.
For the BYU football game, I went over to Mathew's house with Cameron and my brother, and we all watched the game. The game was staying pretty close. But I don't want to talk as much about the game as I do about what happens when things happen during the game. To simplify, whenever something something bad happens, Cameron starts yelling at me and beating me up, and whenever something good happens, he starts clapping and telling me that I am good luck. The pain greatly surpasses the complement!

Waking Up Late

Every night I set my cell phone's alarm for 6:30 am. I could probably get by on setting it for 6:50, but I always like to wake up knowing that I can sleep a little more without missing the bus. Well today my sleeping-past-the-alarm idea did not work out that great. I woke up at 6:30 and turned off the alarm, setting my cell phone down next to my pillow. I got into a kneeling position and said my "prayer", which usually never ends because I fall asleep. Well I ended my "prayer" (A.K.A. woke up) and checked my cell to see if I could sleep any longer. It was freaking seven o clock. I rolled out of bed, put on the first clothes i found, ran upstairs, ate a muffin, brushed my teeth, and ran out the door at 7:08. I made it to school fine and now I have nothing left to say.

The Retarded Referee

Every so often you play a game of soccer where you have a referee that everyone, your team and the other team, hates. In actuality it happens more than fifty percent of the time. Well today we had one of those refs. I don't know his name so I'll just call him Steve. I encountered Steve today at my soccer game as the center referee. I did not recognize him at first, but after a while I saw the evil sparkle in his eye and realized that this was not my first encounter with him. Months previous we were playing a soccer game with him as our ref. To sum it up, two people got yellow cards for arguing with his bad calls. I won't mention the two names of the people who argued with him, but I will mention one, Mathew Madsen. That is besides the point. I always knew that I hated him ever since I saw his long, greasy hair and unshaven face. Steve called the worst game I had ever seen, and I don't even remember who won. I just remember how much I hated Steve. When I saw him today, he seemed to have improved his refereeing skills until he called a foul on me. All I did was step in between a kid and the ball. The kid tried to kick the ball but tripped over my foot. Then I tripped over him and kneed him in the back of the head. It sounds bad but the kid didn't need to cry. Then the ref called a foul on me just because what happened looked bad. I also know that that the kid I hurt was his little brother Ted. I base my inferences on science and if I don't like two people in the same place then they must be related. I would have been fine with the call if he hadn't been yelling at me. He was acting like I did it on purpose. So I ran up to referee and kneed him in the face just so I could justify his bad call. Not really though. All I can really say is that I just don't like Steve.

Writer's Notebooks VS Blogging

I already know that I am going to um... dislike blogging even compared to Writer's Notebooks. Even though writing in my writer's notebook was a complete waste of time because I would fill it with BS, it was still way easier. I never had to actually put effort into it. I would just wait for the day when the writer's notebook was due and start writing like crazy the period before. It usually ended up being something like, "I am going to write Lebron James is the MVP of the NBA 100 times" so I would write that, fill up 10 pages and still get the grade. But now ours blogs have to actually mean something and I don't think that Lebron James thing is going to work because I could finish it in five seconds with copy and paste. I'll probably start to prefer blogging more by the end of the school year, but that doesn't necessarily mean I will like it.