Promue Deordinateur

 I must apologize to my readers for such a late post. But you must understand, I had a combined enemy of moving to a new computer and creative block working against me. I'm sure you can sympathize with me if you try hard enough. 

 I am now coming to you from a Mac instead of my old, noisy, and decrepit PC. It's going to take time getting used to such a new environment. For starters, it may interest you to know that my old computer screen was at least half the size of this one. It almost gives me headache to have so much space. The most irritating thing I can think of about using a Mac is that I cannot simply right-click anything. I have to hold Ctrl and only then can I right-click. Because of this I have come to realize just how much I right-click things. Think about this for a second. When copying text, or saving a picture to my files, or opening a window in a new tab, for all of these I used the right-click. Of course, with a Mac, to save a picture all you have to do is drag it to your desktop. ( Frankly, all this "dragging" gives me the heebie geebies. It's like Macs can defy gravity or something.) But I really have difficulty missing my old PC. I mean, I got a new iPod as well. ( Not really new, so much as my Mother's old one which is an upgrade of my old one.) So if I don't post as often it is because I tend to have less time on the computer these days, and I have yet to get totally used to the new Mac. :)

Rupestre, Papier, Ciseaux!

I just got back from a glorious Youth Group meet, and have decided to get an entry in this blog before conk out on the bed to my left. You may well have guessed that I've returned from my camping trip, and I must say, it did not disappoint. I had so many humorous little moments, and such an epic game of Ultimate Frisbee. I also cannot forget to give a special shout-out to my personal friend, Mr. Jar-of-Salsa-Con-Queso. I must also apologize to any Carlson's that may be reading this blog. I corrupted your son's mind and I am very very sorry. I recently learned I will be camping yet again next weekend. I'm not sure if I should rejoice or lock myself in my room on the appointed day of leaving. It should also be mentioned that my school has sent an email explaining that UPS will be sending me some boxes in which I will put my poor computer in, never to see it again. As such, I may not be able to use a computer for a while. If any of you out there are in tears at this point, the feeling is mutual. Well, it's 10'o'clock now, and my eyes are starting to hurt. Goodnight readers.

Arrivage De Fouillis

As I predicted, our house is now in a flurry of suitcases, packedged food, and "outside toys". Our trip will commense to begin tommorrow morning, and as such it is utter chaos. My mother has even neglected to cut my hair. This may be the most distressing thing I've had to deal with these past two days. There's also nothing quite so depressing as not having enough room in one's bag for a fourth jacket. I suppose I'll have to make do with only three. On another note, I've been listening to some good old 90's tunes recently. Very nostalgic. I had to CD-nap one of my parents albums (No Need To Argue- The Cranberries) to help rid me of my craving. The good thing about getting some good music circulating around my brain is that it seems to level up my drawing skills. I haven't created any masterpeices yet, but I'm sure the trip up to Morro Bay will prove to be productive.