What makes a punk like me happy?

WCYY! That's what! For those of you who know me well, you will know I always carry a black messenger bag covered in stickers, pins and buttons. Highly lethal if swung at head. And taking up pride of place as the first thing stuck on my bag is a bumper sticker from WCYY, the best radio station ON EARTH! I have traveled around the world, and sampled many radio stations. And the only one that could ever come close to equaling WCYY is Y100, but that got shut down. So I will repeat so you really get it, WCYY is the best dang station ON EARTH! EVER! I love it. So anyway, while in the Portland area I've been listening to WCYY and recording it quite a bit too. And I've gotta say, it's been making me quite happy. So anyway, I've said my bit now. WCYY ROCKS!! Until later, Cya!

Cleansing by rock music is the best ever...

It's been a while since I listened to project 86 but by impulse I put it on my MP3 player and I thank God I did. I've been doing great so I guess I should have been expecting something. It's normally when I'm feeling best that something happens to shake me up. And last night I was attacked in my sleep. A masked assasin snuck in through the shadows and plunged a cold dagger into my peaceful sleep. Just so you know I'm speaking metaphorically at the moment. I'm fine physically. And I'm fine mentally and spiritually too. At least i am now. But last night I had a dream. Normally the dreams that torture me are of the past. Reliving the moments I want wiped from my memory. And those are bad enough. This time though, I dreamt of the future. And in this dream I faced one of my most desperate and terrible fears. One that I have never blogged or talked to most anyone about, and most likely never will. It's one of my most terrible fears in conjunction with my most terrible memory. And it jumped me when I least expected it, and can least fight it, in my dreams. But I'm pretty used to pushing things to the back of my mind to fight later. So I put it away, to deal with later. And as I came down to the hotel lobby with my Dad's laptop to go online it just hit me. A missile of pain to my soul. I sat down, checked my E-mail and put on some NightWish. That didn't help. Songs I normally love tortured me as I heard the lyrics. I went on FaceBook, no help. I randomly flipped through my Mp3 player and then I hit Project 86. Oh yeah...Some people hate this type of music. But I swear it cleanses my soul. It digs deep into me, and fights my pains and fears and strenghens me. So anyway, I know I haven't really been blogging much about what's been going on in my life lately. But I've been busy building ginger bread houses and playing with little kids. It's just what I do. Anyway, I think that I just gave you another thoroughly confusing and pointless little post that someday I will read and understand, but you never will. So until next time, Tsau!

I HAVE SO MUCH TO BLOG ABOUT!!

But at the moment exeryone else is asleep so I can't type much for fear of their rage at being awakened. I just go back from Thomas More and it a was a pretty good visit. I learned what i needed to learn. I have examined both paths, and now must choose which to walk down. The decision is not an easy one, so as I go to think about this decision i will leave you with a poem that has been weighing rather heavily on my mind today. The poem is "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. It speaks of two paths in the woods, very similiar to one of the paths I walked today, strewn with the beautiful hues of Autumn's fair brush. But it speaks to me, and always has, of paths in life, and today I stand at a divergence in the wood, and must choose. I thank you all for everything. I had a dream about being prayed for which I will blog about later. And now to leave you with this poem....

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

ANOTHER prayer request.

You're all probably thinking that I'm getting slightly demanding asking you guys to pray for me all the time. But tomorrow I go to Thomas More (www.thomasmorecollege.edu) and though I'm not as nervous as I was before Houghton I'm still nervous. So pray for me, pray I won't be nervous and pray I'll make the right decision between these two colleges. Thank you, I'll write more later, Cya!

Life at Houghton

Well I've been at Houghton since Thursday and I've got to be honest, I like it a lot. So unless Thomas More is amazingly awesome than I'm probably going to go to Houghton the fall of 2008, which I think is very exciting. I visited the Wellsville corps today, where I would be going if I was at Houghton because it's the closest corps (30ish minutes away). It was great. I feel very content with the world at the moment. Tonight at 9:30 I'm going to a pizza party for prospective students and that should be absolutely beautiful. I thank you all for your prayers, I have had several times when I've been on the verge of utter freak out and then I remembered, "Hey wait, I gotta keep a cool head to impress chicks!" Well actually, that wasn't the only thing i remembered. The other thing i remembered is that i had a whole bunch of people praying for me. So everything was great! I'm very happy with things so far. I've visited several classes, and met with professors, and I keep thinking, I could do this! It's seems impossible that I could go to college. Over the years I've given myself several names, Pokemon Master, Yugioh Champion, and Video Game prodigy are a few of my favorites (that's a joke btw) but College Student? I've never really thought about THAT one before! Anyway, I think i gotta go. I'll Cya later! Please keep praying. If you do than maybe, just maybe I'll be writing a more in detail post about my visit!

An extra quick prayer request for (and from) a nervous teenager...

Well, I'm accepted to Houghton, and now today I go to visit. I'm pretty nervous, so please pray for me. I'm really nervous...But anyway, i'll be there until Monday, so keep praying for me please. As I've already said, I'm nervous!



Told ya it'd be quick.

Rock, rock on!! Yeehaw! Super special awesome party day! Chris Chronicles national day of "Hard rockin' hallelujahs!!"

Once again refering to my blog as a nation I officially declare today, November 3rd, a national day of "Hard rockin' hallelujahs" which means it's a day to rock hard and sing hallelujah! Why this day of elation? What is so wonderful? Shouldn't I be suffering from post SAT trauma right now? HECK NO!! I feel great!! Why? Because first I did great on the SAT. I kicked the S, the A and the T! O yeah. I wrote a sparkling kick booty essay that had a beggining, middle and even an end! I did considerably better on the math section this time. And i wouldn't be surprised if i got 100% on the verbal section. I didn't skip anything, and I don't think I got anything wrong! I was sitting there singing "You're the best around, nothing's ever gonna keep ya down!" (by the way i'm dying to know what that song is from, I only know it from Yugioh, the abridged series) I was rockin'. It was beautiful....then i had a great afternoon (and I found that Yugoh deck i've been praying about, but i'll write a whole nerd post about that later) ate crap food, listened to the radio, good stuff. Then i came home and found the true reason for celebration, the reason for hard rockin' hallelujahs. No, Jesus hasn't returned yet. I wish...No, but something really good did happen! I got an E-mail from Houghton! And what did it say...

It said I am tottally, 100% and completely accepted to Houghton College! What? Accepted!! WOW!! YAY!!! That means i rock! As you may have guessed, i am very happy about this. I hadn't been expecting to know until January 1st. But apparently when i visit on Thursday i will visit as a hard rockin' hallelujah accepted student. I am so happy. I can't express through words, written or spoken. This is final and clinching proof to all you doubters out there that I actually am quite smart! I just have no words so instead i'll just put two pictures, one for the SAT, one for Houghton. I rule them both!!! Hard Rockin' Hallelujah day of national parties and celebration. Oh yeah!

P.S. That "Chuunin" picture is the SAT picture. I've always pictured the SAT as being the Chuunin exam of the real world. Anyway, time to go dance ecstatically! Cya!

Partay.............

SAT, here i come!

Well i just came back from visiting the school where i take the SAT tommorow. I'm all ready now. I've got my calculater and i know where to go. Very good. But i'm still wicked freaked out. But i still have the same philosophy as last time. If Naruto and a bunch of ninja 12 year olds in a completely fake and unrealistic anime could get past the first part of the Chuunin exam by cheating horribly than so can I! But i won't cheat, because i don't have ninja powers. And i'll use Jedi calming techniques, like slicing off heads with my lightsaber. But i don't have a lightsaber. So basically i'll just stumble through it like i did last time and pray for a better score after these months of study. But anyway, i got some anonymous comments, which we all know i hate because they are usually full of grammatical errors and negativity. And so here is my only response. "Not nice" you say? Not nice, but honest. And i would agree to that line about selfish superiors who sent my family overseas. I'm glad now, but thanks for that initial hell. And i wouldn't be so hateful of my country if i hadn't been shipped out of here halfway through my life. Anyway, next time you leave a negative comment leave your name so i know who i'm offending. I don't apologize to nobodies. I write negatively on my blog and i put my name on it and every knows it's me if you want to write something, have the guts to put your name. So anyway, i'm off to NYC, so until next time, Cya!

Lice sucks!

Get it, life sucks, and so do lice. Why am i talking about lice? I hate lice. And guess who's head they're living on. Not my own. If I had lice than this would be much more panicky, andi would be dishing out piles of insults to all lice everywhere. No, lice have taken up residence on my little brother Peter's head. The little jerks. I think we should just shave him bald and then get a flame thrower wielding psycho to burn up his hair. Then those lice would pay. But for now it looks like shampoo is what we're gonna do. Though i've heard that mayonaise works too. But anyway, please pray for me and my family and especially Peter as we battle lice and put them to death one by one and laugh at their fate. I don't like lice. And i don't want them for myself. They're some of the grossest things i can think of to have living in your hair. Maggots might be worse. But lice is pretty bad. And i really don't want any. So anyway, now i'm off to make a Christmas wishlist to send to everyone, because though Christmas may seem far off, when Christmas seems near i will be far off. So i make a list now. I now that top of the list will be the Skillet and Thousand Foot Krutch Cds...But anyway, now i must go. Cya!

Halloween...BOO!

Well yesterday was Halloween (and also my cousin Bethany's birthday, but i'll spare her the embarrassment of me writing out a whole bi "Happy birthday" post) and it was pretty fun. I went trick or treating (because that's a verb) with my cousins, Bryan (i always spell it wrong), Jennifer and Bethany. It was fun, Bryan was a biker (seen the movie "wild hogs"?), Jen was a man(most disturbing thing ever with that beard...) and Bethany was from the '50s. All very unique costumes. And what was i you ask? I was a chaperone. Not the most exciting costume, but...no really, at 17 being 6 foot and sporting a beard it was decided that no matter what i wore people would think i was just out to steal candy and smash pumpkins. Which wasn't true, i wouldn't be stealing anymore than my cousins were, even if they were all much cuter and younger. It wasn't really fair, but i got a tax at the end. I think everyone gave me at least one piece of candy at the end. And i got lasagna! So it was worth it. It was very exciting. But now that i'm getting a lot of comments (i guess i have to do something extreme to get comments, such as be all hateful towards my "homeland". But as long as it gets me comments...) i need to answer some of them. But i hope you guys liked that song i posted, that's one of my old favorites. I love Calibretto 13. Punk is dead...

But anyway, now to answer some of your more wonderful comments. Erica asked me why, if i don't like America so much, did i come here for furlough? Well, all sarcasm aside, i love when people point out the obvious. Because that does seem like the obvious. Well but the answer is really four answers. 1. I have an American passport, where else could i go? Iraq? 2. This is "homeland" furlough. And America is my "homeland" according to all official documents. 3. I have to follow my parents. They go to America, i go to America. Once i turn 18 i'll go somewhere cool. Like Egypt. Or Greece. 4. The most important reason, and the reason that will bind me to America for all eternity, this country is where pretty much my whole extended family makes it's home. And since so far only the people who live out of America have visited/plan to visit me i have to go visit everyone else. If i could have gone anywhere on Earth and also been able to visit my family i would not go to America. I think if i had to pick the top 3 places i would want to go i would say Japan, Egypt and Greece. I love Rome too. Good ice cream. But i've already been there. And now too answer my friend Anneli's comment. Yes, i'm sure you would rather be in America than in school. But being homeschooled i'm in both. I bring my school with me. I've been reading and doing math since i got here. Not my idea of a vacation. But as my parents would point out, this is their vacation, not mine. My vacation comes in January when i go to youth councils. And i have the SAT on Saturday....I would rather be anywhere, on Earth or off it, doing anything but the SAT. AGAIN! I better get a better math score this time or all my work will be down the drain...But i'm pretty sure i'll get a better score. And i am going to miss the first snow...when it's pure and white. By the time i get there it will be grayand depressing. Yuck.

Anyway, I still have FaceBook and my blog. That's some thing that hopefully will never change no matter where i go. One thing i'm looking forward to is visiting colleges. Because though these colleges are in America, i'm hoping to find something that will make them...well, not un-American, but just a better fit for me than most of America is. But anyway, i gotta go now. Hope i can find something nice to blog about later! Cya!