a burst of new life, or one final post

I have not decided yet to continue this blog, but this post will be here, for all you disappointed fans of mine, let my words ease your pain; for I can only imagine the hurt and suffering that you people have been going through since October of last year. Let me now tell you, my loving fans, what Ive doing for the past 7 to 8 months starting with the most exciting/bizarre

1. I met Tiffany Uresti (a.k.a. my girlfriend). Yes, I know, hard to believe, but I have a relationship with a wonderful girl who is beautiful inside and out. Lucky, yes. Do I deserve her, absolutely not. But I let her know every day that she is brightens my life and that she brings me joy. Also, since I met her, my wallet is quite a bit thinner, which is a side effect to any relationship that is between a man and a woman that likes things. But anyway she is great and Ive said enough mushy lovey stuff already to make any one of my previous selves vomit, so Ill move on.

2.Collage Station, oh one of the greatest places on this earth, something about this place relaxes and rejuvinates (incorrect spelling) me. Two times I visited Collage Station since our last encounter, each a different experience though. The first time I stayed at Kevin Millers apartment (my brother). Usually his apartment is rustling and bustling with action and collage mischief, because there are normally 3 other people living at this particular apartment which I was staying for the time being, but it Christmas time was here, and the roommates were away doing whatever, one of them being Secel Strickland, but Ill get to him later. I had the place to myself, whatever I wanted to do, would be done, at least until Kevin got home from work. Unfortunately, this grew increasingly boring, so the methods of entertainment grew more bizarre with each passing day. I wont go into any details, instead Ill let your imaginations run wild. Anyway, after Kevin would arrive from his work at the Best Buy, the real fun would begin. Lots of time was spent at Kevins dads house where I got to hang out with Curtis Miller(my other, more intelligent and artistic brother) and his wife Kara. There we played the newly found wii, which was suprisingly amusing, and karioki(incorrect spelling) which was a weird experience for me. I wont go much further into my first stay, but i did have to walk to the nearest Albertson's in the freezing winter air to satisfy my craving for pancakes one morning. This happened to be the very morning that Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto was killed, who was all over the news while I was cooking my much desired breakfast. It was a good visit, too bad for Benazir Bhutto though.

My second stay at Collage Station was a completely different experience. The one big difference this time around, was the attendance of Kevins roommates, who spiced things up a bit when Kevin was elsewhere. Another big difference was the addition of an xbox 360 to the apartment which I played when ever I could. Xbox live is the greatest, I mean, whats better than following a real players head with the sights of my scope, and then waiting for the opportune moment to pull the trigger and end the life of a real person, in the game of coarse. Chillin with the roommates was cool too, especially Secal (Kasey) Strickland, who I mentioned earlier. Hes one of the most bizarre and weird people Ive ever met, but hes cool. I think the sound of him saying "my little butter cup, all nice and buttery" will forever be burned into my brain, but its all good. I was also given permission to use Kevins TREK bike this time around which granted me accsess to whatever Collage Station had to offer, and whatever my wallet could afford, which was not much. But riding around was fun, wasn't cooped up inside all day, and exploring the town was exiting. It was a good mess of fun, and a great way to spend spring break.

3. Disciple Now, other wise know as D-Now, was an experience much needed in my life. One of the better events that River Hills has dished out, D-Now was a blast, though I was a bit sceptical at first. As soon as a heard the speaker, who I refered to as Kevin Kosner(not real last name), I was blown away. He was amazing, pouring out his sermons and experiences, it was moving. The intensity of his words were so powerful that I had no choice but to listen and absorb what he had to say, he is truly a man drenched in the word of God. I also got to stay at the Millers(the in-laws of my long time friend Matt Williams) and it was a blast. It was good to talk to Matt again, missed him after his moving to Fort Worth, so that was alot of fun in itself. Holly Miller (Matts wife) made her famous and always delicious oreo pie, possibly the greatest desert on the planet. Some how, toward the end of the ordeal, the topic of midgets came about once again between me, Matt, and Nick Wilson. Its sort of a tradition, all started at camp that previous summer, but thats another story. Anyway, midgets are the funniest thing on the face of the planet, its a fact. Whenever I see one I just want to pick it up and play with it, like its an oversized deformed doll, oh midgets, you always know how to keep a smile on my face, and often an obscene gesture in yours, midgets I salute you, which reminds me, I wonder if there are any midgets in the military, and if there are, what are they used for. I mean what can they do, besides entertain the enemy with their smallness, unless they make a rifle especially made for midgets, which would be silly, because it would always be mistaken for a toy gun. Anyway D-Now was great, and midgets are a tiny mess of fun.

What do superman and midgets have in common?

They both live in Smallville! hahaha, oh midgets... joke courtesy of Matt Williams

Well that pretty much sums up my adventures since I last blogged. For now I will rest, for it is late, and my eyes grow heavy. But heres a video to keep you busy. Thanks for reading, and if any of you out there a midgets I truly ment what I said and I have no intentions of apologizing, so ha, your still little, and im still pointing and laughing.



the hamburgler, genius

dead

THIS BLOG IS DEAD, i killed it and there will be know more posts unless i reach a new level of bordom, until then, i bid you farewell...

Paintball

Well, today i played paintball, and i got shot, many many times. It was pretty fun actually. You get to shoot people, watch them yelp in pain, and you dont get life in jail or possibly the death penalty. Whoever invented it, i give you kudos(i dont think iv ever used that word before, coincidentally the name of my dog as well) because it is an excellent way to let off some or nearly all of your steam. I think i played about seven or eight games, which im not sure is alot,( for all yall paintball junkies reading this im probably not sure what im talking about, just for the heads up) but i was exhausted when all came to a close so im guessing a played quite a bit. When all was over i counted 26 bruises and welts on my body, most on my chest. It looks kinda like im breaking out with hives or a severe rash, but its all good. Well, because i have nothing else to do i will describe the people i hung out with today and their role in this wonderful parody which is also know as my life(but mostly what happened on june 27, between the times of 10:00 A.M. and 8:00P.M)

Matt- from what i saw you were a kinda a wuss when it comes to paintball, but since you gave me tokens for air hockey(probably doesnt make any sense to most of you people), i think better of you

Steven- surprisingly you held your own at paintball, i was expecting you to sit out most of the time, but you took it like a man, a very skinny, tall white man who needs a tan

gibs- i shot you in the head like four times and then snuck behind you and shot you point blank in the spine twice, and had a great time doing it

caitlyn- you dish out the pain with no mercy, and then spit in the face of all who oppose you, props to you girl(dont think iv ever used the word props either, todays been a day of firsts)

fletcher- didnt see you much on the battlefield, which is ironic you being so big and all

kayla- didnt play paintball, but gave me her gun when mine went berserk and started shooting by itself, much obliged

ashley- i shot you and felt a little guilty, but the guilt turned to hate when you returned fire, props to you as well

nick- i think about 20 of your 33 bruises are from me, next time you should think before you run out right in front of me, you will know i will unload on you, be afraid, be afraid...

for those of you not mentioned on my blog, i just cant remember you, or you did not play a big enough part in my day to be mentioned, tough for you.

well, i am tired and it appears to be the perfect time to end my day so im just going to leave you with a video and go to bed. This is cameron, signing off.

Manual labor

Hey guys. Had a really busy day for a change. Kinda still new to this blog thing, so ill just start from the beginning.
Woke around about 7 AM which is pretty dadgum early for a high school guy that doesnt have a job. Well... anyway the reason I got up so early was to help get Zephyr ready(for those of you that dont know me thats a baptist encampment, which also gives you a hint to which religion I practice) for the coming raid of campers that would soon pour onto the establishment. Well anyway, I thought I would be trimming some brush, maybe paint a couple of benches and I would be on my way, but no. As soon as we got there the camp staff (which is made up of mostly gigantic monsters thats would happily rip your arm off, T.Y., Bobiginush ;long U sound;ect.) gave us (Matt, Steven,myself, joe chaddik, and some girl from Amarillo) a couple of little metal scrapers and some wire brushes and told us to scrape paint of of the front gate and fence of the camp. So I think to myself, ok this wont be all that bad just a little scraping here and there and were done. Well...my assumption had turn out to be a bad one, there was about six or seven layers of paint that had built up over the years, and we were the lucky crew that had to take care of it. So, about 2 hours into scraping me and joe get a little tired of it. So we decided to hijack Bobiginushes (the "supervisor") golf cart that he drives around camp. So we take off for a bit and then come back a couple of minutes later. Well when we got back, they had started to paint the fence we scraped black so me and joe got to work. About 30 minutes into working joe took a break and stood around for awhile. Well, when joes back was turned, Bobiginush gets a fully loaded paint brush and smacks joe across the face with it. I cant get into details, but me and joe are concocting a plan to get back at Bobiginush while at camp, looks like im going to be in the middle of a war at camp which sound pretty fun. Well that pretty much sums up my day. Heres a that video i promised you. Thats all for now.

One of the last things id thought i would do

Well... here I am. Writing in a blog. I should be ashamed of myself. Im better than this. I used to laugh in the face of the blogger world, and what of me now. I have fallen victom of the great social disaster which is the blog. From this moment on, I have no life anymore.

Well, now that thats settled, I guess I should tell you a little bit about my life so far. Im a former freshmen now sophmore(not sure how to spell it) at Calallen high school. I like playing soccer and football, watch the spurs and longhorns any chance i get, and enjoy long walks on beach. Fishing and Snow sking are my all time favorite things in this world, although i dont do much sking because it doesnt really get cold here in south texas(which is where i live by the way). I am 5 foot 10, have brown skin, and bathe regularly. Sorry guys im kinda tired and its getting late, but ill tell you more about myself as time passes. I would also like to start posting funny videos or comics at the end of each post to give you the reader motivation to actually read about my life so, i guess thats all for now, im off to bed.