This is NOT Pleasing!

I am currently in a state of dissatisfaction, absolute dissatisfaction. Let me tell you why....

          For the past 2 months or so, my choir has been planning a benefit concert to help raise funds for an upcoming musical we're doing. Me, being the attention hog I am, Tried out for all the male solos (spelled backwards is solos), a quartet, a trio, and a duet. considering that we had only practiced once the night before, the quartet didn't make it (And many of my friends told me over and over and over). I wasn't horribly surprised. However, I made the trio and duet. since I made those 2 I didn't get to have a solo. So I was complacent. Now the songs I'm going to sing are "Hakuna Matata" with the trio and "Point of No Return" as a duet. It has always been my dream to play the role of the Phantom of the Opera. 

    

      But as I was going about my day today, I lost my voice, and got the sniffles! The concert is in 4 days! If can't sing I will be heart broken. I just need to sing this, then I can die happy. Jk I don't want to die. Have you ever had an oppertunity to do something Great, but you ended up losing it?

Fire... Good.....

So last night I went to a birthday party for a friend of mine. It was fun. There were friends, there was food, and there was fire! A big fire, a great fire! I don't know what it is about fire, but it's so irritable. The beauty of the flames dancing with each other through the wood, and the heat warming the night air. Just wonderful.

I thought this was close enough

Is it like a guy thing? to like fires, that is. A lot of guys I know love fire, and love making fire. Or maybe it's just a psychological thing. I don't know either way, I like it! I have so many burns from playing with fires. So many scars, but that's alright. Now don't think I'm a pyro.... I'm not. I like fire, but not that much.

Those darn Disney and Pixar Movies...

Forgive me for the quality of this blog... I'm currently emotionally compromised. See I'm super sad because I just watched Toy Story 3 for the 4th time. That ending is just so wonderful. Ugh... I tell you, there's something about those movies that make me so emotional. I think they recorded something like "you will cry at some pont." then put it in backwards. Like subliminal messaging. I hate it though. The first time I saw it, a single tear fell from my eye, but every other time I've gotten all teary eyed.
         But you know what's worse, in making me wanna cry that is, "Up!" I can't make it through the first 10 minutes of that film without needing a tissue! Then there's that one part when he reads his wife's adventure journal, and it says "Thanks for the adventure, now go have another!" I just break down. I'm just an emotional person I guess, but that's ridiculous. Why must movies effect me in such a way?!

         Are there any movies that do that to you? If so, tell me about it in the comments. "But Collin, I don't want people knowing I have emotions!" hey! I told you what makes me cry, so don't be a sissy and share your feelings!

A Colorful Conundrum

You know what I really love? Puzzles. All sorts of puzzles. Like 1000 piece puzzles, those metal ring you're supposed to separate, and, my favorite, the Rubik's cube! Gah, I love those things. Mostly because I can solve one and you can't! but really those things are great. I like them because of their consistency. No matter how much time you scramble it, or how you scrabble it, the Rubik's cube can always be solved by the same algorithm.
          Most people try to get the cube fixed by solving each individual side. you might solve one, or even two sides this way, but you'll never completely solve one in such a manner. And there are always those cheaters who try to peel the stickers off. NEVER PEEL OFF THE STICKERS! if you're going to cheat just remove the cube you want to rearrange. If you peel off the stickers then put them back on, they might end up crooked or lose their stickiness.
       But I love Rubik's cubes. I have two 3 by 3 (The basic kind), a 4 by 4, a 5 by 5, a quadcube (4 2 by 2's combined at the corner), and a Rubik's pen. I can solve all of them except the 5 by 5 and quadcube. That's the blog for today.

Oh! BTDubs, i promised that I would make a poem for whoever guessed the quote so here it is...
   Violets are blue,
   Roses are red,
   Much like the color,
   That you have on your head,
   You commented on a blog,
   That you apparently read,
   So I wrote you a poem,
   Just like I said.

I have two hands!

So Today in my math class, something caught my attention. A fellow student of mine writes with his left hand! What is this sorcery?! But seriously, who does that? I mean, yes a load of people, but still I consider it weird. My brother and father are both lefties, lucky I avoided the fate. It is my personal conspiracy theory that the world is just a little bit harder on left handers. Did you know pencils are made for the comfort of the right hand? It's true. back in ye ole days, you had to swing your sword with your right hand! "But I'm not right handed..." Well, that sucks, Sir Lance-a-Left! 
       I don't hate left handers, on the contrary, I think that many left handers are very interesting people. Like how they are likely to make especially good baseball players, tennis players, swimmers, boxers and fencers (almost 40% of the top tennis players are lefties), they are more prone to become alcoholics, and are more likely to be on extreme poles of the intelligence scale! At least, that's stuff that I just copy and pasted from some website on Google. 
       But I thought, "What a wonderful group of people! Maybe if I adopt their ways they will take me in as their own..." So I thought I would practice writing my name ambidextrously. So...

right handed!

                                                                              And...

left handed... yeah...

I guess I will never be a lefty after all, it just wasn't meant to be. Oh, and BTDubs, please comment if you liked this blog. Positive comments encourage me to make more because I know you're reading them. Negative comments inspire me to make more to prove that you're wrong, and a terrible person for being mean to me.

Out Island Adventure Stories Anyone?

For those of you who don't know me, or haven't been fully informed, I am a boyscout. And one of the many advantages to that is that I get alot of travelling done. And with many travels come many stories. And I LOVE telling stories! (Ergo, I made a blog). So gather round, kiddos! Uncle Collin's got a little tale for y'all!

MUNSON from a birds eye

            It was a long time ago... Longer now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you have seen in your dreams... No JK, (Oh BTDubs, say the movie that quote is from and I'll write you a poem.) Anyways, I want to tell you about my time on "Big MUNSON Island"*. What inspired this story was a musical I saw tonight called "South Pacific" and the whole island thing got me reminiscing. So, when you think of a tropical island in the Florida Keys in the middle of summer, what do you see? Perhaps some have the hollywood inspired idea of a lush forest with a perfectly sandy beach and palm trees and coconuts. Some may have gone to a tropical resort, and think of 5 star hotels, celebraties, and relaxation. I assure you it was a mixture of those things... and other curious characteristics.
           On my time on "Big MUNSON island" I was thinking of a 5 star hotel with relaxation and celebraties. In fact I was think of the very same one on "small MUNSON island" just a few yards from its bigger brother. The one that was off limits. Also, there were lush forest, beaches, and exotic wildlife... However I didn't get to enjoy it much while I was swiping at mosquitoes*, sludging through decaying sargassum*, and avoiding the wildlife that would of had great pleasure in ripping the skin off my dead corpse. Did I mention the Mosquitoes*?
            My point is that islands you see on movies, and while at resorts, are not real islands. You want a real island, give "Big MUNSON" a ring. Now, don't get me wrong, it was a very fun and exciting trip, and I assure you this is not the end of me rambling about it. There is just too much to tell in one blog. So, until next time... uh... bye....


"Big MUNSON island"- an island about 15 miles off the coast of Florida I think. I add so much emphasis to the name because there's a running gad that anytime someone say it they have to shout it as loud as possible.
Mosquitoes- Why are you looking at this footnote? Do you not know what the spawn of Satan is? I tell you if there's anything in this world I HATE, it is those little demons.
Sargassum- a collection of sea weed and other aquatic plants, trash from literally everywhere, and dead aquatic animals. Whatever was happening chemically made the water almost scalding hot, plus it smelled like poop. Here's                   a picture of it ➡    

An Augmenting Abbreviation?

I don't know if you've ever thought about this, but I have. Have you ever wondered about the abbreviation of the phrase "By the way"? Why is it, I wonder, that the shortened version is longer than the normal way of saying it?

For example, The phrase, when spoken, has 3 syllables...

                                         By  The  Way
                                                     1              2                3
However, the abbreviation, when spoken, has...

                               Bee    Tee   W(Da-Bowl-Ewe)
                                1 ahahah...  2 ahahaha...     3 ahahah... 4 lololol... 5!

So, this creates a rather comical situation. An abbreviation that actually elongates the phrase! That's why I prefer to use the even shorter "BTDubs". It sounds good when spoken, but is awakward as halfway handshake when typed. Oh, how I love contradictions. (Btw, For those of you who got The Count reference I put in there, I give you a pat on the back and a sturdy full hand shake.)