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  1. UltimaX

    Sisters

    By UltimaX,

    First off, my sister is the reason I'm writing this article. She did some things to me and is acting really poorly about it.
     
    So let me begin my tale.
    A few weeks back my parents had asked me to put my LG(phone brand/not an actual phone) on their dresser. I put it on their dresser and just left it there for a few days. It then went missing, but I really didn't care because I could use my computer. I really didn't know it was, until yesterday. My parents once again asked me for my electronics. So I put all of them on their dresser. They stopped me and asked me for my LG. I said I didn't know where it was; I honestly didn't know where it was. I walked out of the room and a few seconds later my sister dashed into the room and quickly deposited my LG on the dresser and then quickly left for her room, shutting the door behind her and locking it. My Dad asked if that was my LG. I looked at it and confirmed that it was.
     
    The reason she had my LG was because she had broke both her iPod and her Phone and couldn't access the internet anymore from her room. I probably would have been fine with letting her use my LG if she had asked me. But I wasn't mad at her for not taking it with out my knowing. It was that she had took it without me knowing and that all the time she yells at me to stop touching her things without her permission. For example, when she did have her iPod, I couldn't pick it up from more than 2 seconds without her yelling at me to put it down. Also, she locks her dresser; That's right! Her DRESSER. For Pete's sake! Do you really not trust me that much to leave your dresser locked. I mean, why would I want to mess with your clothing. It's not like I'm going to go in and take a shirt from her and wear it. That would be weird. Anyway, she is the biggest advocate of privacy. But she picks up my phone, doesn't tell me, keeps it in her room for 2 weeks, and tells me not to touch her stuff.
     
    SHE IS THE BIGGEST HYPOCRITE IN THE WORLD!
     
    And then when I discover that she had my phone the entire time, she ignores me. And the following day, she is acting mad towards me. I don't understand. I should be the one mad at her for being a hypocrite. The way she treats me, and then what she does when she wants something. I'm not exactly furious at her, but I'm not OK with what she did. If I did that to her and she found out, she would be furious and I would fell regret full. But in this situation it's the other way around. The way she is acting is a complete mystery to me.
     
    And then today, when I asked her to turn down her music, she just looked at me and said "I don't care." And I and was not being unreasonable. For starters, she is using MY headphones. Secondly, she is twenty feet from me (literally, I measured) and wearing headphones. I could tell you exactly what song she was listening to. It was that loud!
     
    The way she acts towards me is absolutely a mystery and is bugging the hell out of me. I can't seem to figure it out. So if any one of you girls out there would like to help me, the advice would be greatly appreciated.
     
    Thank you
  2. UltimaX
    With hours of driving and weeks of planning, me and my Boy Scout troop finally reached our destination. A park located in southern California with the name of Joshua Tree State Park.
     
    For those who don't know what Joshua trees are; they are small little trees that are very tough. Their bark is comparable ot the outside of a pineapple. And their leaves also look like the leaves on a pineapple. They are found in one kind of environment.
     
    The Desert.
     
    By far one of the coolest trips my troop goes on, I anticipated this trip for a long time. I love it not for it difficulty to hike in. Or it interesting habitat and it relationship with it animals. But I love it for it emptiness, it feeling of loneliness. It feels good to be out there with no one around. It barren landscape that can not be forgotten. It leaves this image in your mind that should be hung on the wall. Its the feeling of peace and calming vibes.
     
    The isolation that is felt in the middle of a desert is none like any else. It is not a pressing isolation. Where you feel all alone, and insignificant in our expansive world. But more of a feeling of openness and perspective. You stand back from your seat of society where your every need is provided for. It allows you to realize you are human in a unrelenting world. With that feeling combined with the expansive desert area, you start you really feel your role in the word. You feel like an explorer in an unknown world. When you find cool little things laying on the trail, it turns into a discovery, a little hidden treasure that you found. It a great feeling.
     
    The reason for the desert to not have this isolated feeling and loneliness is in part of my fellow scouts. They are hiking right next to me and camping in the same spot as me. They are there enjoying the scenery too. They are there to explore with me and to tell stories at night when it is about time to turn in for the night. They are extending their friendship to me. And giving me a fun time.
     
    But another part about being in the desert is the self-dependent environment. It makes you pack everything you need in. You feel like a survivor, carrying your food, your water, and tent. You can't count on the guy next to you to take your pack and start carrying it for you. You pack is your pack and what you bring is what you have. It a great felling to be complete reliant on yourself. It make you feel strong and hardened.
     
    The desert is by far one of my favorite places to be. It is peaceful, fun, and exciting. And I hope to return with my troop year after year.
     
    I will leave you readers with a quote to ponder over.
     
    "What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well."
    -Antoine de Saint-Exupery
     
     
    Until next time
    -The True Black Star
  3. UltimaX

    The First Steps

    By UltimaX,

    This is the first post of many that I hope I will be making. And to start off my blog I will be writing a little bit about my self.
     
    Right now I am an average teenager in an average American home, going to a pretty average school.
     
    Some people would call me giddy, childish, over excitable. Others would say I'm studious, smart, and respectable. And to few I would be a leader, a planner, and a skilled boy. As this would suggest, I am a man of many faces. But all are in fact quiet true. I can be any one of them at any time. With all of these I can make people think I am one way or another. But all of these different personas were never originally here.
     
    Before I found The Friends I am currently with, I was relatively a lonely guy. I would be the guy that would jump around the various groups trying to find one that fit my spunk. I was teased sometimes for things I did and bullied. I was near friendless. but that one fateful encounter with this one kid. I talked to him, and got to know him. He was nice and imaginative. He would be the anchor that helped me into the group i'm in now. I liked these guys. They were nice, creative, active, and the best part of all, a bit disconnected from everyone else at my school. And as some might say, the weirdos. I was a weirdo and fit right in.
     
    At the beginning of the school year, for an English project, I had to write some vignettes describing who I was. I had done one of my time finding the right friends. It is titles "Friends".
     
    Friends
    Nearly friendless. This was my life. It was a while ago. I was friendless, not one person to call a best friend. Sure I was acquainted with some kids that I played with from time to time, but only on occasions. This was my life. It was a path that I was on that I wanted to leave. I felt I was in a rut and couldn't get out. But one day in 6th grade I found them. A group of guys to play with. With hang with. This seemed like it. They were ones. People to call friends, and a chance to find a best friend. This was it. I had found them. It was amazing. I could socialize. I could talk to them, play with them, and call them friends. I finally felt comfortable and in place; with people I could be with that wouldn't make me conform to fit to who they were. A group of oddballs, together, for times to come.
     
    As I close this up I will leave the reader of my blog with a quote to think about.
     
    "Friendship... is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything."
    - Muhammad Ali
     
     
     
    Thanks for reading until next time
    -The True Black Star
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