Are you comfortable?

As I was showering, I had a fleeting thought that I had been showering here forever. Not meaning that the shower was long, but that when I think of shower, I think of this bathroom in this house. Then, just as quick, I reminded myself that I have only been here for about a month. I am comfortable here already?

The first month of freshman year at Summit (then Western) was very difficult for me. Coming to the school as a newb, all of the returning students know I am a newb. Upperclassmen, as great as they are, were upperclassmen and stayed away. The freshmen, being new, observed how I carried myself, and still to this day, some claim I am a class or two ahead of them, simply because I seemed so comfortable. So they stayed away too. How was I so comfortbale so quickly then?

Then again, maybe this comfortability births from a desire to find a home. Home. You know, somewhere to put your feet up and forget about everything outside--a place to call my own. A sanctuary. I have not found a home yet; I'm homeless.

Life ahead is pretty long. I suppose I will have much time to put my feet up. And who knows, maybe this quick to comfort idea is God's way of preparing me for a changing of surroundings. I like that idea: it's a bit hopeful.

I'm now going to sleep in my comfortable bed.

Well, well, well.

Have I finally done it? Yea, I s'pose so. Welcome to the face-lifted ranDOMinion that we shall learn to love, just as we did the old one. Amazingly, it only took one late night and one all night (since I wasn't working) of dedicated work to complete.

Some things you'll notice right away, without me even having to say: it's cleaner. This was the primary goal for the new look. Things are organized and table-ized (for you htmlers, I found a nice template with table-like divisions).

The banner idea has changed: no longer will a banner be a simple little rectangle at the top of the page. Now, it must be a fully incorporated graphic. I think it helps accomplish primary goal in keeping things neater. I'm not sure if I like the date of the top blog overlapping that much, but I do like the overlapping.

Since blogger recently upgraded its comment thingy, I have decided to use it instead of the good ol' haloscan. This is mainly a laziness decision, but it works either way. Feel free to disagree, but make sure you let me know; I make this site for YOU!

With the happy, fun-loving excitement that comes with the launch of this new ranDOMinion, is the sad news that accompanies it: randomnessinitsprime is resigning. It was great to have her on board, and add her randomness to our own, and so we know that wherever she might ranDOMize, she will do well. Perhaps we shall see a last post from her before she skidaddles (and hopefully revealing her identity for those who don't yet know..?).

I still have some ideas I'd like to incorporate, so bear with as the site continues to change. They're small, infantessmal details that won't largely affect much, but they definetly involve randompoetries (no banner link, just a link on the side for now) and the tag board.

If you've read this far, THANKS! You care about what I've done and me likey. Please comment, question, demand, refute or whatever about the new stuff going on and I am pleased to answer.

Peace.

Has she dreamt of it, every night, for the last 20 years? The details, plans, decorations are secondary to the man--the variable which becomes constant--that she holds on to in the center of it all.

How many others all around are dreaming every night, and have been for 20 years, of this life changing event?

The variable that I am still varies within, let alone inside the minds of others, if I am even there. Witnessing the emotional beauty taught a lesson: clearly, I am underdeveloped, clearly, I am not prepared in even the slightest manner for such an event myself.

It is a relief.

God bless you, Karen and James.

Were you ever a wall, unfaltered, unwaivering, solid, staring down at a little boy, who stares back up at you? Did you stand your ground; did you breathe on him, did you extend a hand to him, did you stare him in the eye; did you do no such thing and offer no kind of reaction?

At a distance, you would probably never guess that he would stand at your feet and size you up. At a distance, he is one of many millions of people, with many of billions of dreams of his own; who knew one of them lays behind where you stand--you stand in his way.

How will it feel to know he conquered you? To know he stood at your feet, walked over you and doesn't look back? You shared a moment in his life, but you were only an obstacle. You are only an obstacle.

Hello all.

It is time I address a pressing issue of late in the world of ranDOMinion: the identity of randompoet. Truth is, I am not he.

The other truth is: I shall not tell you who he is. You see, there is a beauty to this annonymity; you think you know someone, but do you? Does reading the written words of a person entitle you to a status of "knowing"? In fact, all that you know about randompoet is that he writes poetry, as most of his writings are not evidently or necissarily about him (truthfully, I can not speak for him, but I imagine, as we are left to wonder, that this may be the case, as the complete opposite may also be the case).

But in all effort to keep away from philosophising, randompoet's existence in the world of ranDOMinion is neither one of malicious intent--the intent of a sly, secretive friend-imposter--nor is it of annoyance, as his random presence and contribution to the literacy here is greatly appreciated.

On another note, where are all my ranDOMinion writers, anyways? Do I dare wonder of movement in the ranks of the writers, to remove old, inactive ones and place new ones? Or would it be a beneficial move to the world of literature and randomosity to acquire new writers alltogheter without the removal of others?

I await the feedback of our beloved readers; this plane of existence is made possible by you and for you. Augmentation is the goal.

Orange Pancakes
1.5+ cup of pancake mix
1/2 cup no-fat milk or water
1/2 cup orange juice
4 egg whites
1 teaspoon of orange extract
orange grind if you like
pam spray
I like Arrowhead Mills pancake mixes. They have a variety of them - buckwheat, wholewheat, multigrain, etc.

Just mix up all the above to the consistency you like for thickness by adding more of the pancake mix - I like a really crepe style pancake so I can roll them and fill them with All Fruit and lemon juice or low salt fat-free pie fillings (Pet Cherry) and top them with the low or no-fat version of Cool Whip - This makes an awesome desert. The orange flavor combined with the spongy quality of the cakes due to the egg whites is really a wonderful treat.

You can adapt this recipe to French toast too. Just mix together the egg whites and the orange juice and orange extract, plus add some cinnimon. It is especially good when using a heavy whole grain breads, heavy breads or fruit bread that's gone stale.

What's a boy to do in the wee hours of the morning?

Now, I know, this is a topic revisited, many a times. Although I did not extensively search the blog, you might find its earliest visit here.

However, this gamer elite will not sit at the computer all night long as he was once reputed to do. No, no. Now, he will study.

STUDY?! Who the heck are you and what'd you do to Andrew?!

Well, really, if you call playing music "studying", then I'll be studying. See, as a music student, playing music could be studying... yes...?

In any case, Bill's got this wicked keyboard with a headphone jack, so I'm going to play a buttload of piano tonight, and hopefully other nights as has been the case this week so far.

Besides, I have a goal, do I not? To learn or something like that?

To get to the other side.

Why did the baby cross the road?
He was stapled to the chicken.

I am literally on my knees as I type (yet, not as you read). I have found refuge in a house belonging to a friend who helps out a lot at church (including youth ministry). Since before I moved out of Holdcroft me and this guy had planned to have me live here.

Living in Tsewwassen (yes, that is correct spelling) is different. It's far from EVERYTHING. Not so much like Summit, where you have to drive to get anywhere, and not so much like Abbotsford where you have to get on the #1 to go to anywhere cool (I'm a cityboy, ok?), but more like, you have to take the #17 to the #99 to the #91 to get to the #1, by then you've already been driving for an hour and killed $5 worth of gas...

Anyways... Thanks to all of you for helping me out through this. I'm far from fixed but am safe and recovering.

ANYways...I am literally on my knees and this is hurting. Ok, bye!