How to survive a PSY-ATTACK

I don't know about other people, but when someone gets up to talk at church and they are not quite close enough to the microphone to comfortably listen too, I kind of zone out for parts of it.

--THE FOLLOWING STORY TAKES PLACE DURING ONE IF THOSE ZONE OUT TIMES--

I am sitting innocently at church practicing reading people's lips, because I think that it could be a vital skill to have. And actually it is super fun to eavesdrop at long distances. Anyway, behind the conversation I am trying to decipher, I notice an older lady look straight at me. Suddenly I am very dizzy! I think she is trying to break into my mind with magic! Thanks to reading the book Eragon, I know how to defend myself because of Brom teaching Eragon how to defend his mind from magic users.  Instantly I picture nothing but a solid brick wall in my mind, ALAS IT EXPLODES! She is stronger than I thought. Next I threw up a thick steel barrier. Suddenly their were several solid dents in it, but it stood strong. The opposing force seemed to withdraw. I lowered my steel wall and replaced it with another brick wall, but this time placed a brick roof over the top of my mind. Everything in my head was calm again. When I looked back up, the older lady looked away. We never made eye contact again for the rest of the day.

The previous story was 100% true. My honest thoughts at the time of the event. Sometimes I don't realize how weird I am, until after I do something like this.

Tips on how to block a magic user from entering your mind:

• Eliminate every thought from your mind.
• Next focus on the image of some solid defense. Usually a wall of some sort.
• If one fails, think of something stronger.
• Don't break focus, think only of your defenses, it's a battle of will and mental power.

Remember, always be on guard for an attack.  

Still in control of my own mind,
Collin

Post Script Thoughts:
I still think "I know you can read my mind" on occasion for safety.
Why can't I be Charlie Fink.
I would like to see California: Take One.
The next seemingly vital skill I am going to work on is lock picking.
In one way I am the luckiest man alive
Is she blind?

It's a me! MARIO!

Oh man, nostalgia factor has been at an all time high lately.  I've been playing Super Mario 64 on my Wii lately, THE game of my child-hood. We used to play it as a family, no it doesn't have multi-player. What I mean by 'family' is I would sit memorized as my dad fought off impossible hoards of Goombas and collected un-imaginable amounts of red coins (with the help of my sister reading him the official strategy guide).  I remember watching my dad beat the game and thinking it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. I couldn't even make it to the basement levels on the game as a child.

I really ought to start drafting these posts out, IDK what to say now. Seemed like a long post in my head. crap

Anyway this is for anyone who thinks they are good Super Mario 64, and thinks you have to get at least 70 stars to beat the game. ( I just beat it with 51, Chad helped me glitch the never ending stairs)

"suck it!" -JJ
-Collin

I don't know if you noticed...

So maybe you haven't noticed yet, but I changed my blog backround two weeks ago.

The inspiration? Well I felt the "tupac cat" really represented me for two reasons: I really like cats, and I am gangster.

Holy crap my hands smell like onions from work.
-Collin

Merry Belated 4th!

Communist. Screw 'em.

I'm not creative enough for this "title" requirement. Just read the post.

This flowed better in my head.

HEY, the Tour de France is on! It's pretty much the only sporting event I willingly watch. Besides professional bowling.

When I rode home from work yesterday, the hill up to my neighborhood made my "pack-pack" feel a lot heavier.

So Alex Pardee is re-scheduled to visit me in SLC for this Friday from 4-7 pm, but I have work at 5pm and The Blonde Grizzly is 45-an hour away. That's not ganna work.


I am secretly/publicly disappointed at the animation work in CHADAM. Maybe it will grow on me when I watch it. Hopefully it'll be a good series: Chadam

I have a friend who is real feminist, into "fine literature" and she is very opinionated; She happens to be in High School Musical (the theatre version). I think its funny. Plus I heard she is playing as a cheerleader. It's all so... the opposite of her. Maybe that's why she is enjoying it so much.

Kait has been gone. That sucks.

The four (soon to be five) appointments I had with Newt Bryson the psycho-shrink with a PhD went fine. Never had someone listen to me like that before. It was kinda cool. But I no longer will be seeing a shrink man.

Funny, I went so my parents could figure out what was "wrong" with me. The final diagnosis was exactly what I had determined on my own, and he recognized that, also he determined the same causes I did. Haha I didn't need him. He was a nice guy, however. With a lazy eye.

I like to keep to myself. Mostly. I hate Facebook. I haven't been on my new account in over a month. Before that I had only logged on thrice in just over a month. I think its because it's so chaotic. Everyone is boasting about their extravagant social life and the "hilarious" things their friends said and how you just had to be there, but you weren't...
And to me it's like: Really? Who are you trying to impress, and who is it working on? No offense but I really don't care to hear about your social life.

I would rather ride my bike alone, and just put my headphones in.

Coincidentally, I found that Burial's album 'Untrue' is really good for mindlessly wandering about alone.

Mindlessness is something everyone needs more of.

-Collin