For the sake of those that were acctually involved, I shall change the names in this to something that sugests their amount of involvment in the activity. Ok so some people stole two of those big orange construction barrels the other day. Yeah construction barrels. With the blinking orange lights too. Alpha, Beta and Charly went to Delta's bon fire. Then, around 11pm, Beta's parents called him and asked Alpha if they could take some gas to them; they ran out on the way to Houghton Lake. So they did, even though Alpha got semi-lost near Old 27, and on their way back there was nobody on the road as they were passing the barrels. Alpha pulled over, Beta opened the hitch, and then Alpha picked one up and put it in the back of their truck. In fourty seconds flat they we were out of there, and headed back to Delta's bon fire. Alpha dragged it to the fire, and accepted their congradulations, and eventually loaded the barrel back up. Then Alpha, Beta, and Charly left, and the situation arrose again that the road was clear of cars, so Alpha and Beta got out, leaving Charly in the truck, this time with Beta grabbing the barrel. Thirty seconds later they were done, in the truck, and back on the road, leaving Charly with his jaw open. Even though the second barrel wasn't quite so hidden (it was sticking up a foot and a half in the bed's window) they made it back to Beta's place, unloaded one, and when Alhpa got back to their place, in the morning, they did the same. So, now Alpha and Beta are the proud owners of orange construction barrels, with the lights.

More clean up, and advancement of the house; here is the forsaken.

Hello folks! Just updated and cleaned up my house a bit.


April 29, 2006
11 of my closest friends, and myself about to head to prom!
From the left: Cat, Pat, Ben, Me, Leah, Liz, Justin, Phil, Crystal, Sarah, Jarred, and Nathan.

Well I suppose the time for my input on life is now. In lue of addressing the same things everybody, in my age group, is going through, I will leave advice for the future in the hands of Baz Luhrmann. It is his song, "Wear Sunscreen," that has addressed the major facets of the decisions I soon face as a soon to be high school graduate.


Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’06 wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now:

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh never mind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded; but trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s heart.

Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy: sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind: the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.

Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life: the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives’ some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees; you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry.
Maybe you won’t.
Maybe you’ll have children.
Maybe you won’t.
Maybe you’ll divorce at 40.
Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either; your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body: use it every way you can; don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it; it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance; even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents: you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings: they’re the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on, work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you: maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia: dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

The One True Geek
Nathaniel