Poor little Skyelr needs help. He must be suffering H.P withdrawls and that why he keeps coming up with off the wall theories about the books. Really J.K. wrapped up everything pretty nicely, besides killing off a character that should never have been killed off because she has a huge sense of self importance and has forgotten that these are actually CHILDREN'S stories, and therefore should end happily, anyway as I said things are pretty well wrapped up. But you might like this link to a chat with J.K. Rowling that answers even more questions. And it a real chat. Not one I made up...Skyelr.
http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/2007/7/30/j-k-rowling-web-chat-transcript
Its pretty good. Except for the part where she makes it sound like Snape is batting for both teams. I think she really just didn't pick the right words to describe her point. But its funny never the less.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Harry Potter Secrets Revealed
Hermione Granger is actually a house elf! She's been stealing polyjuice potion and human hair in order to pass herself off as a witch so that she could attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This explains her sympathies toward those disgusting little kreachers (pun).
So what do you think? I reckon I could take Mrs. Rowling to school on how to write surprising twists into her stories, huh?
So what do you think? I reckon I could take Mrs. Rowling to school on how to write surprising twists into her stories, huh?
Friday, July 20, 2007
BYU has a no facial hair policy
I awakened this morning in a state of tired stupor. I could barely get out of bed. I just layed there blinking unintelligently up at the ceiling. “Why am I so tired?” I asked myself. But I was too tired to even think about answering myself. Finally, I rolled out of my bed and landed on the floor. “Ouch!” I had bashed my shin on the floor. My shin is in quite a painful state after I banged it pretty good on the side of the pool last night. The pain shooting from my shin through the rest of my body did little to rouse my facilities though, I was still groggy.
Trying to stay awake and focused while I was saying my morning prayers was a joke. I kept dozing off, but then snapping back awake just as my head was about to plop face down on my pillow. “Maybe it’s cause I don’t get to exercise much anymore.” I was trying to pin a reason for my tiredness. Even during my shower I was nearly falling asleep. It was a struggle to stay awake, and I was losing.
I sat trance-like through both of my classes today and tried in vain to engage my mind is some worthwhile thought. My eyes were open and my senses were all working, but by any other standards I could have been asleep. I remember vaguely making some comments in my classes. I can’t remember what responses I got from my peers and teachers but they probably were sniggers. My mind was not anxiously engaged as it should have been. At one point I was suddenly jolted into a brief state of awareness, I made some statement in my Historians Craft class and then my teacher started coming after me. Not coming after me in a physical sense, but he started demanding that I explain myself and try to take my point deeper. I fumbled stupidly with the button of my left shirt pocket. I couldn’t even remember clearly what I had said, how was I supposed to defend and expound upon it? I must’ve said something that made sense, cause he stopped coming after me. Either that, or whatever I said was just so retarded that he decided not to waste anymore time on my bumbling.
After class, I was wandering around zombie-like when from behind I heard a familiar voice, “Is that Skyelr?” I almost didn’t want to turn around. I knew that voice, and there was once a time when I loathed the very sound of it, but now I was just too tired to care. I spun on my heal, “Hey Peterson,” I said “how’re you doing?” It was my old MTC companion. I’ve never really cared too much for the kid, but he makes such an effort to be nice to me that I can’t help but to be quite civil back to him. He introduced my to his wife, and then walked with me toward the library. He got my cell phone number and I got his and then we both continued on toward our various destinations. I don’t know where he was headed, but I had a library assignment to take care of.
Once inside the library, I made a bee-line for the bathroom. I was still in the same sort of dazed funk that I had been in ever since morning. The sound of my urine splashing into the urinal was soothing and reminded me just how tired I was. “I need caffine and I need it now.” I thought to myself as I spun around to wash my hands. The mirror above the sinks showed me the image of a tired, worn-out looking guy. I gazed into the reflection, and admired my barely visible sideburns. “If I just keep letting ‘em grow, someday they’ll look really cool.” With that thought, I left the restroom with my spirits lifted considerably. That, my friends, is the power of sideburns. Even when nothing else is going great, if you have some good sideburns to admire (or any good facial hair for that matter), the whole day just seems better.
Trying to stay awake and focused while I was saying my morning prayers was a joke. I kept dozing off, but then snapping back awake just as my head was about to plop face down on my pillow. “Maybe it’s cause I don’t get to exercise much anymore.” I was trying to pin a reason for my tiredness. Even during my shower I was nearly falling asleep. It was a struggle to stay awake, and I was losing.
I sat trance-like through both of my classes today and tried in vain to engage my mind is some worthwhile thought. My eyes were open and my senses were all working, but by any other standards I could have been asleep. I remember vaguely making some comments in my classes. I can’t remember what responses I got from my peers and teachers but they probably were sniggers. My mind was not anxiously engaged as it should have been. At one point I was suddenly jolted into a brief state of awareness, I made some statement in my Historians Craft class and then my teacher started coming after me. Not coming after me in a physical sense, but he started demanding that I explain myself and try to take my point deeper. I fumbled stupidly with the button of my left shirt pocket. I couldn’t even remember clearly what I had said, how was I supposed to defend and expound upon it? I must’ve said something that made sense, cause he stopped coming after me. Either that, or whatever I said was just so retarded that he decided not to waste anymore time on my bumbling.
After class, I was wandering around zombie-like when from behind I heard a familiar voice, “Is that Skyelr?” I almost didn’t want to turn around. I knew that voice, and there was once a time when I loathed the very sound of it, but now I was just too tired to care. I spun on my heal, “Hey Peterson,” I said “how’re you doing?” It was my old MTC companion. I’ve never really cared too much for the kid, but he makes such an effort to be nice to me that I can’t help but to be quite civil back to him. He introduced my to his wife, and then walked with me toward the library. He got my cell phone number and I got his and then we both continued on toward our various destinations. I don’t know where he was headed, but I had a library assignment to take care of.
Once inside the library, I made a bee-line for the bathroom. I was still in the same sort of dazed funk that I had been in ever since morning. The sound of my urine splashing into the urinal was soothing and reminded me just how tired I was. “I need caffine and I need it now.” I thought to myself as I spun around to wash my hands. The mirror above the sinks showed me the image of a tired, worn-out looking guy. I gazed into the reflection, and admired my barely visible sideburns. “If I just keep letting ‘em grow, someday they’ll look really cool.” With that thought, I left the restroom with my spirits lifted considerably. That, my friends, is the power of sideburns. Even when nothing else is going great, if you have some good sideburns to admire (or any good facial hair for that matter), the whole day just seems better.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Sideburns
I think every guy at some point in his life should have some seriously righteous sideburns like these ones. I bet chicks totally dig 'em. If only I could grow sideburns like those... Chicks would want me, Guys would want to be me.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
hey guys?
what ever happened to this blog? how come no one ever posts anything?
get with the program guys!
get with the program guys!
Sunday, July 1, 2007
they could surrender to us but i wouldn't count on that.
nice one skye. every the pranksters. becareful that no hikers or "prankstee's" are packing heat when you do your little "scare games" or you could get daylight thru you.
i heard you're dating ashley hronick on wednesday? what are you doing?
dad
i heard you're dating ashley hronick on wednesday? what are you doing?
dad
Terror On Y Mountain!
29 June 2007
Love was in the air. It was a Friday night as young BYU couples enjoyed each others company walking hand in hand up the trail to Y mountain. Three men also traveled the path, their objectives sinister. They had a determined resolve as they marched their way into a night of terror.
The plan was a simple one, and had been worked out in moments. At Chris’s suggestion, the three of us had decided to go for a hike under the brilliant full moon. It had been the insidious minds of Kenn and Skyelr who had decided to bring the bear call.
We stalked single file up the path taking care not to attract attention to ourselves. I walked point. My eyes darted to either side of the trail, searching for a place of concealment from which we could spring our surprise. Finally, near a switchback we found an ideal location. The bend was encompassed on both sides by thick bushes and shrubby trees. Off to the side a little, was a small bench that was perfect for a romantic break where lovers could look out across the lights of the valley below.
I raised my hand into a fist over my shoulder, signaling my comrades to hold up. We listened. Nothing. After a quick survey, we decided further that we were alone. Leading the way, I crouched and pushed my way into the foliage on the side of the road. Chris and Kenn followed. We crossed a dry, shallow creek bed and took up position behind some large boulders. We checked the area to make sure we could not be seen from the trail. The last thing we wanted was for some curious kid to shine his light up and spot us after we had issued the low, husky grumble of the bear call.
We had not long to wait before three hapless trekkers found their way into our clutches.
“Hey look, a bench!” one of the hikers exclaimed in a distinctly female voice.
We heard them approach. Once they were where we desired them, we let out the first rumbling growl.
“Was that your butt?” a second female voice asked.
“No.” came a man’s reply.
“Was it your butt?” she questioned the second girl.
Just as the second girl began to deny, we pulled the string and issued a second, much longer, deeper growl. With a few mumbled words the threesome turned around and headed straight back down the trail.
Kenn, and Chris, and I laughed quietly and gave each other the thumbs up. Our first attempt had been a success.
Being the only one of us in camos, I slinked out of our hide and crept a little closer to the trail to recon. I had not been in my new position long before a second opportunity, a dating couple, came ambling down the trail.
I tossed a small pebble back at Chris to signal him to start the charade. Behind me, Kenn started scratching around in the bushes and snapping a few twigs.
The couple stopped. “Did you hear that?”
Immediately after came the weird, blood curdling howl of our bear call. Without a word, the two of them tore off as fast as they could in a desperate sprint down the trail.
I couldn’t help but to laugh. The scene was priceless. I rolled over, and slithered my way back to my friends. We all had a good chuckle before Chris decided that it was late and that he wanted to head home.
It was a good one!
Love was in the air. It was a Friday night as young BYU couples enjoyed each others company walking hand in hand up the trail to Y mountain. Three men also traveled the path, their objectives sinister. They had a determined resolve as they marched their way into a night of terror.
The plan was a simple one, and had been worked out in moments. At Chris’s suggestion, the three of us had decided to go for a hike under the brilliant full moon. It had been the insidious minds of Kenn and Skyelr who had decided to bring the bear call.
We stalked single file up the path taking care not to attract attention to ourselves. I walked point. My eyes darted to either side of the trail, searching for a place of concealment from which we could spring our surprise. Finally, near a switchback we found an ideal location. The bend was encompassed on both sides by thick bushes and shrubby trees. Off to the side a little, was a small bench that was perfect for a romantic break where lovers could look out across the lights of the valley below.
I raised my hand into a fist over my shoulder, signaling my comrades to hold up. We listened. Nothing. After a quick survey, we decided further that we were alone. Leading the way, I crouched and pushed my way into the foliage on the side of the road. Chris and Kenn followed. We crossed a dry, shallow creek bed and took up position behind some large boulders. We checked the area to make sure we could not be seen from the trail. The last thing we wanted was for some curious kid to shine his light up and spot us after we had issued the low, husky grumble of the bear call.
We had not long to wait before three hapless trekkers found their way into our clutches.
“Hey look, a bench!” one of the hikers exclaimed in a distinctly female voice.
We heard them approach. Once they were where we desired them, we let out the first rumbling growl.
“Was that your butt?” a second female voice asked.
“No.” came a man’s reply.
“Was it your butt?” she questioned the second girl.
Just as the second girl began to deny, we pulled the string and issued a second, much longer, deeper growl. With a few mumbled words the threesome turned around and headed straight back down the trail.
Kenn, and Chris, and I laughed quietly and gave each other the thumbs up. Our first attempt had been a success.
Being the only one of us in camos, I slinked out of our hide and crept a little closer to the trail to recon. I had not been in my new position long before a second opportunity, a dating couple, came ambling down the trail.
I tossed a small pebble back at Chris to signal him to start the charade. Behind me, Kenn started scratching around in the bushes and snapping a few twigs.
The couple stopped. “Did you hear that?”
Immediately after came the weird, blood curdling howl of our bear call. Without a word, the two of them tore off as fast as they could in a desperate sprint down the trail.
I couldn’t help but to laugh. The scene was priceless. I rolled over, and slithered my way back to my friends. We all had a good chuckle before Chris decided that it was late and that he wanted to head home.
It was a good one!
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