dog eat dog

today was another boring day, and this time i'm serious. it was just my regular routine with few interruptions.

however, i would like to tell you about something i was thinking about last night. i was thinking about Big Bruno's two dogs, which have incomprehensible size differences. looking at them is like comparing a tribble and bigfoot.

anyway, it got me thinking; these two dogs have roughly the same intelligence level and can achieve roughly the same internal brain conclusions and inferences, although they have extremely different size and immensely different personalities and demeanors.

so, how can two dogs with immesurable size differences be capable of the same internal, mental actions?

food for thought.

keep reading, my friends.

Tahoe - part 2

tahoe - part two.

when i woke up that morning, i was greeted by big bruno, who sat next to me as we ate muffins and stared fruitlessly at his computer.

however, our slow morning took a jump when we headed to a beach in tahoe lake.

this, my friends, was the most cold i have ever been in my life.

the water was like liquid ice (wait, it was liquid ice!) but colder. after big bruno found a massive, floating log, i slowly pushed closer to the center of the lake. although i was enjoying myself, i was painfully cold. then and there i noticed the bug bites were the very least of my problems.

fortunately, i dried off and my reverberic shivering slowed to a stop.

the rest of the day was slow and relaxed, besides for a game of mini-golf in which i beat everyone by far. i have no idea how i pulled off my hole-in-ones; i think it might have been something relating to subconcious confidence. the residual victorious happiness declined, yet expanded when i became the undefeated champion at chess against big bruno's brother and big bruno's brother's friend. my winning streak didn't stop the next morning.

keep reading, my friends.

living 1337

Today was another boring day.

Ha! I really had you fooled, didn't I? Today wasn't boring. After my morning run, I got to go to Big Bruno's house! It's a great day for swimming and Big Bruno has a pool, so I didn't even bother taking a shower after my run.

Of course, I left at the last minute, making myself a little late. I was too busy playing piano. There's something strange between me and the ivory keys; I feel like I can never get tired of playing. Some days, including today, I just grab my laptop, load up some digital sheet music, and let my fingers lazily roll across the keys like tiny rolling pins. Sometimes I just sit on the bench and expell musical tones from fluxuating accuracy.

I still feel guilty about not programming. I've been off the DOS lately, and I feel bad about it. While my dad and I still have mathematical rows, I feel as if it's my obligation as a smart teenager to program computers.

Keep reading, my friends.