Un nuit de paix

Good evening,

I must retire early tonight, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I’m taking a couple friends to Philly via the taxi service. We’re leaving at 5, just after work. It promises to be a fun, but interesting trip. πŸ™‚ The personalities of those accompanying me do not exactly mesh in the politest terms, so it will be a show to watch how things like choosing what music to play work themselves out.

I’m continuing my search for people who are trying to make this place better. Unlike most forums I’ve been in, I figure this place is big enough that there must be some other people who seek the same thing I do.

I met jark today, he seems a rather cynical, yet amiable character. It seems DA has changed him, from reading the posts & art he’s created before.

I also met silentkitty (I wish I knew how to link properly here). She got an award from DA this month, and so I checked her stuff out. I really like her type of cartooning, as obvious from my new favorites addition. I’ve read some of her forum posts too, and she seems nice, but a bit swamped.

I think I’m going to start mentioning the people I’ve met here. It’s not an evaluation, or a comparison, just a simple recollection of what I’m seeing in this new place.

Vive la Difference!

Absolutely glorious day. Picturesque glory, from horizon to horizon. I spent the entire afternoon in a field, watching the clouds. Wonderful.

This evening, it got better (though I thought it was going to be tediuos when I started). If you remember from yesterday, I had been driving all over the place with taxi service, and I really didn’t feel like it.
Well, one of my girl friends requested a taxi service to Wal-Mart for “only an hour”. I agreed, since she was willing to give me 2$ for gas.

Since I agreed on the basis that it was going to be a taxi service, and came prepared with some work (sketching) I could do while they shopped. However, while I was waiting for people to show up, this wonderful (and VERY attractive) girl (whom I will decline to name [get used to it πŸ˜‰ ] ) shows up and sits in the passenger seat and chats with me. She really wanted to go, and the smile in her eyes was more than I could bear. I said sure.

When everything was done, SEVEN international girls piled into my van (one whom I had just met) and we took off. I popped in a CD I had prepared for just such an occasion, and we sang the entire way to the plaza.

When we got there, we all went to DOTS (which, if you don’t know, is a clothing store entirely of women’s clothes) and the absolutely gorgeous ladies began trying on different outfits, and had me stand by the dressing room asking my opinion.

Some of you guys may think this is torture, but I was in heaven. I’m not sure exactly how to describe it, but at that moment, to them I was the most caring and noble guy in all creation. Not many guys do that kind of thing; waiting patiently while girls shop, but I tell you right now. They love men who do. I even got a comment and a smile from the cute cashier who thought I was “quite a gentleman”.

I may not be much to look at, but I really do try to be a “Knight of the Old Code”. Not many do that anymore.

And during the course of the evening, I got to amble around various shops talking with the different girls about things, and just finding out what was going on in their lives.

It was fun.

Ah, me. Enough for tonight.

Bonne nuit!

Je Suis Fatigue

Wow, another busy day. Spent the whole day running the taxi service. Made quite a bit, so not so bad, but kinda tired of driving at the moment.

Looks as if things have slowed here. I guess that
s what happens on weekdays. Ah well.

I’m hoping I can get a Rhino 3D book from the library. I really want to learn that.

Want to start learning a 5th language more fluently too, so I’m going to do some more research on Chinese (Cantonese) tapes in the library.

Looked into various hosting places and found a particularly good one called lunarpages. I think I’ll make it a project to build a pro site this summer. Get my rear working with Dreamworks a little more seriously, anyways. πŸ™‚

Hmmm…. Photo, Bryce…. I think I’ll try poetry tonight. πŸ™‚

Stormy Day

Missed my final this morning; the power went out and my alarm reset itself. The professor was kinda forgiving and took my work anyway, though. Submitted extra credit work to Graphics prof, and then came home.

The is a very… lonely place, I’m starting to see. I’m not at all certain how everything works here, but am determined to learn.

Grrrrr

Welcome to DeviantArt.

What a rough beginning. It seems this place is no stranger to people with poor judgments and cruel hearts.

It seems I may have to put up a fight here, just like everywhere else, though I had hoped it would be different.

Perhaps I can find some sanctuary here, though it seems that there are few places on the web (save my own forum) that are welcoming to those who might prize morals, courtesy, and a common love and respect for other people regardless of status.

I just can not comprehend how one views the world and how one views art could be so disconnected for some people.

*sighs*

A day on Wiiskichaan

Mood: Happy .: SunshineInside :.
Listening to: .: Joe – Treat her like a Lady :.
Reading: .: Everything but the Burden :.
Watching: .: Hellboy :.

Aloha!

Got up at 12!
Getting better…

Worked on Wiiskichaan for a bit, and rerouted the throttle cable. It helped it from running high, but later on in the day it rose again, and it idling at 4000 rpm now. Lower than it was, but still to high.

Zipped down to Lottie for lunch. Grace Li, Suji Yoon and their friend were there. They were finished, but waited around for me and we all just talked. I found Ed wandering around in the food court, so I invited him to sit with us. Grace agreed to play for my Senior Art show exhibition opening on the 17th, but she needed to check her schedule first.

I got a bag for the back behind the seat, so I can put tools in it and such.
I rode out to Ollie’s and bought some cheap spray paint and cleaning supplies. The bike could use some surface work. I also found some black high-temperature paint; its designed for painting exhaust systems and the like. The muffler and the exhaust pipes are pretty rusted, so I’m going to paint them down after I buff them.

I went to Wal-Mart after that (Ollie’s didn’t have primer) but I accidentally left the light on. For some odd reason, the bike wouldn’t start from the kick-start at all. I’m not sure how this is related to the battery; since Skidoos don’t have batteries and start fine without them. But after pumping it a couple dozen times, I gave up and sat reading in McDonald’s for a while. I know that if you leave batteries for alone for a little bit with no charge escaping; they’ll build up a little charge.
I was right, and after half an hour it started up fine.

I got home and into Lottie just before the door closed. I had packed a sandwich, though so I wasn’t really hungry. I had promised Helina Zewdu a ride on the bike as soon as I got it fixed, so after dinner I zipped up to the house to get my “dorky lookin’ helmet” and gave her a ride. I took her around the countryside around campus. The sun was setting, and it was beautiful. I think she liked it.

As soon as I got back, I met Joseph Chebbet, Boon, Lalrempuii and Janice VanHaltren going out to the movies. The car only held 4, so I gladly hopped on Wiiskichaan and followed them.
We split up at the theater; the girls went to see The Prince and Me and us three guys went to see Hellboy. I would have preferred not to have split up, but I figured the heck with it. It was rather odd, though. There was tension between everyone. I’m not sure if it was because of me or not. I sat next to Joseph in the movie and we laughed a lot. Boon was pretty quiet as usual.
Hellboy’s cool. Comic hero movie, much like Daredevil, but I liked this one better than Daredevil. Better storyline and much better acting, surprisingly. The ads on TV made it seem like the acting would be bad, but it wasn’t. Lots of action, and a lot of blowing up alien-looking creatures. I think the comic book is better, and it wasn’t worth the 5$ I paid. Oh well. πŸ™

When we got out, the girls were waiting for us. They kind of sat around a while, and I donned my helmet. Joseph said they were going to go eat, and I said I’m meet them back at the house.

It was already dark, so no working on Wiiskichaan. πŸ™

When I got in, Karin Glinton, Tolu, Heather and Richard were there. They watched some movie with The Rock in it. He’s a pretty good actor.

Collins and a couple others are going down to MD to visit Agaba, but I think I’m going to go to Global Outreach church with Helina and Rachael.

I gotta get to bed, if I’m going to do that, though. πŸ˜€

Happy Easter!

Sleeping in the Rain

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We usually go to bed late after the concerts, after sitting around the fire, and wake up around 8-8:30. We are really far from the concert stage (about as far as you can get) so we listen to the 9:00 pastor on the neighbor’s radio. Some really boring bands usually play right after the pastor, so it’s usually not worth the walk, especially if you’re still half asleep.

I’m not sure if Andy has found out about Jon Hnaituk & Emily Gauvin yet. Andy and Emily used to be girlfriend/boyfriend, but they broke up.

Kyle McKibben stormed off last night because we were all sleeping outside and he wanted one side of the fire to himself. He still hasn’t returned. By morning, I was the only one left out there! Apparently it had started to rain and they all went in, but I slept right through it!

Groton

My, it’s been a long time since I wrote a journal.
I don’t think I’ll go through the history of how I got to Groton, Connecticut, but I hope whoever is reading this will have access to either my old email account (benjaminj@techie.com) and my AOLIM files either on ZIP disk or as paper
That will explain a lot.
I very tired, and am leaving early tomorrow for Pennsylvania for a concert; Creation.
My Dad suggested starting up my journal for the trip. I’ll try to continue tomorrow. Good night!

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Stella’s Birthday Card

I feel like an idiot.

Since the beginning of the year, I’ve been sending notes to Stella Pien via her locker. I started this because of a program by several teachers who picked various students and send them typed notes of encouragement, signing them, “Your Special Friend”.

The program lasted only one month, but my notes continued. Last Sunday, the 21st, was Stella’s birthday. I designed a pretty card on the computer with flowers on it, and wrote a short poem, signed it as usual; “Your very special friend”, and on Monday during lunch, popped it into her locker.

Later during lunch when all the local kids came back to the school, I was walking in the hallway. Stella and some of her friends were crowded around her locker. She saw me down the hall, and called out: “α’‹ ᐅ᐀, Ben?”, asking me if I wrote it.

Like a total ignoramus, I did nothing but blush deep red and reply “ᐊ?!?”.

Well, enough.
I’m tired.
Maybe it will work itself out…