What should I say first? I've been a little busy, yes. Despite my best intentions, I procrastinated whenever I got told to post or myself considered posting. I also was enjoying the many comments I was getting on my last post. It made me feel kinda popular and like some people out their actually cared that I existed. Maybe I'd start posting regularly again if I keep getting a lot of comments on my posts.
I have two things I'd like to post about right now, but I have neither the time to post along both lines of thought nor do I feel like making one single post that long. My first train of thought is just my life and actions. The second is a mostly picture post on spring. I think shall save the latter for another day... This brings Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" to mind. *clears throat and goes into a dramatic recitation*
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
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.
This post seems to be getting longer and longer as I type. The end doesn't seem to be any closer than when I started, and quite possibly is farther. I think I need to get into talking about my life and the stuff I mean to before this just drifts into endless pointless ramblings ever going onward and onward and on and on and... *someone in the audience coughs bringing Aaron back to reality* Ah. As I was saying. I think I'll start a new more purposeful paragraph right.....
The first of my stories starts back on the twenty-fifth of May but ties into the coming ninth of June. (You remember the 25th, do you not? Yes, that's it, Thursday a week and a half ago. Sorry to drag you back to ancient history.) Actually, it will be the ninth that I tell of first. Annually at my school there is a big doubles badminton tournament. It is the stuff of lore. Open only to my school's juniors, everyone looks forward to it, and half or more of the fellows in my class sign up for it. On the Thursday I refer you to, I bought myself a new badminton racquet. Yes yes, that first one pictured there. It is a weapon worthy of the greatest warriors and thus perfect for me. Recently professionals in this form of combat instructed my phys ed class in the art of badminton to prepare us for the upcoming tourney, and feel I have fared well. In fact, I decided to make my own coat of arms, a symbol if you will, for the upcoming occassion. With the help of fellow conspirators Paint, Sandpaper, Ruler, and Permanent Marker, I ambushed my racquet, removed the HL and replaced it with my own A! The second picture shows the results.
I find that the time for telling grows shorter though, so I must move on, but I continue with events of the same fateful 25th. That afternoon I was present at a meeting of my school's branch of the national Teenage Republicans. I was often do, we had a guest of honor come to speak to us. That day it was R. J. Harris. A local, very conservative talk radio personality on WHP580, a good, conservative, talk radio station and the most listened to station in the area. R. J. brought along t-shirts for everyone attending to make up for forgetting about us the week before. Usually I would not let someone off so easily or with so small of a bribe, but I will let him live since there aren't nearly enough conservative radio celebrities. The meeting was quite enjoyable, even a little more so than usual. We talked over just about every conservative issue under the sun: why we all chose to be Republicans, leadership and some problems with the GOP, immigration, some good traits of Canadians, national security, why so many people dislike Bush, the elections coming up this fall and various canidates chances, government spending, former President Reagan, government size, and the war in Iraq, but that's just naming a little. You can probably imagine just how enjoyable that was for me.
The nest day, Friday May 26, I attended a convivium, a Roman dinner party, in my Latin III class.
There was quite an impressive array of foods presents representing the various courses of a rich Roman's dinner.
Unfortunately, this included that ever present menace, the Olive.
Though it was not required, I dress appropriately for the event, wearing my royal purple toga. Thus ended my week two weeks ago.
That next Sunday, a week before today, was my care pater, dear father's, birthday. He turned [number left out for the sake of Aaron's head] this year, starting off another "even year" when every in my family age becomes an even number. From my brothers he got the movie The Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch, and the Waredrobe (TCoN:tLtWatW for short).
My mom's present to him was a wonderful cake and big dinner.
I was the one to give my dad the most valuable gift though. So valuable, in fact, that I've chosen not to picture it. I "talked to" my brothers then promised him four weeks of all the computer time and time on the internet that mom will let him have. Now he can hardly wait for me to go college and The Feast for four weeks in a row this summer.
That is all I have time to write and tell you about for now, dear friends. I have some work to do and couple days of final exams that I really need to study for. In a few more days, after those are over, and if you all show enough attention in an active blog of Aaron, I will probably come back to talk about the past few days, some philosophical thoughts, and the beauty of summer and spring.
valete! manete bene!
Goodbye and stay well.