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Saturday, October 27, 2012

Writing Updates

Would You Rather

Would you rather stay in the country for three weeks, or take a leave of absence to a foreign country of your choice for one week? I would rather travel out of the country for a week.  Where would I go?  That's easy to figure out.  I want to go to France, for three reasons.  But let's start with the most obvious reason that I've got.


First of all, I'm in French 3. I'm still in it because I want to speak the language, so that then I'll be able to traipse over there, which of course I intend to do multiple times, I'll be able to speak the language.  I've always loved the sound of it. And I can't wait for when it comes out of my mouth, too, someday.  That's my first reason.

Reason deux, as the French would say, is for the food.  It's cultured, fattening, delicioux, et tres bien a regarde pour.  The heart attack rate down there is much lower, and, I assume, the percentage of diabetic people.  It's not that all of it's super lean or anything, either -- there's is a lot of fattening stuff down there.  But it is a lot healthier, and less processed than the food that's is chemically enhanced in America.  Thus, the food is one of my top reasons.

My last reason is that everything in France seems more cultured, sophisticated, and rich historically.  I love most everything about it.  It is simply a beautiful place.  I want to live there someday.  I am also ready to experience something new, like going there when I turn twenty.  It will be one adventure to remember.

In conclusion, I want to go to France for one week, not just because it sounds cool, but it is snowballing into a dream of mine.  I want to go.  After all, life is about the journey not the destination.  



My Bucket List --

1.  Writing a book and publishing it
2.  Becoming a Famous Chef
3.  Becoming a Movie Director
4.  Becoming the next XC Legend
5.  Going BASE jumping
6.  Speaking 15 Languages
7.  Becoming a Secret Agent for MI6, and/or the CIA
8.  Inventing the first teleportation device and Jetpack
9.  Discovering that I have super powers
10.  Save the world
11.  And thousands of other things, too many to list

What I'm going to talk about today on my BL is being a secret agent.  Who doesn't want to be a spy, anyway?  I know that it sounds dumb or whatever, but it's totally the truth.  I want a grapple gun, black suit with built in kevlar vest, 20 million dollar car, and sweet ninja moves.  It would a great moment the day I got accepted in the land of cool, and secret espionage.  However, that's not how the real world of spies works.

I know this, because I've got multiple spy books, had a birthday party on it, and watched History Channel.  The flashy  life I just described only lives on in alternate realities, books, and movies.  So too bad for me.  But who knows, maybe someday I'll make a movie, with me as the main character.  My name would be Dashing Hawk, agent triple one seven.

Sinister Plots of Siblings

Sam is really great when he wants to be.  He can give genuine compliments, and I love our bike rides, and video games hang time.  I also love how we protect each other, and, despite the rocky road of our relationship, there's sometimes things that are bearable with him.  Although sometimes we get in horrible fights, and both of us tries to bother the other into oblivion.  But that's life.

Emily and I are really hyper when we are together, and many times, I find us each saying the same thing simultaneously -- creeeeepaayy!  We are both really creative, and love to chill.  But sometimes me and her get into nasty arguments, and she usually wins.  However, we're still family, so forgive and forget. 

Bekah is another case than my other siblings.  She is very sweet, and generally nice to me.  Sometimes she's unbearably sensitive, but most of the time we get along.  Since she isn't mean to me, I'm pretty nice to her, and that avoids most scuffles.  By far, she is the least fiesty of my siblings.

Naomi is about five.  She is hilarious, and loves to do things her way or the highway.  She's the youngest, and pretty cute.  Sometimes, though she can turn like Utah Weather and just decide that today is the day of your doom, and she shuns you.  But altogether we all love her, and her funny attitude makes up for everything out.  I love her so much.



Pride

Pride is a tough thing.  I think that it is okay to have pride, as long as it is in other people, and their successes.  You can be happy that you accomplished something, just don't go overboard.  Don't be vain.  Don't be a braggart.  And above all, compliment others.  That is what pride should be -- not putting others down, but to push them up, above you.

The HOBBIT

Hobbit trailers have been going on all summer.  Recently the second one came out.  The day draws nigh, for tickets to go on sale.  November 7th, to be exact.  It's going to be huge.  One of the biggest movies of the decade, if you ask me.  And I want to be there for the opening night.

They've added extra things from the other books, crammed everything they possibly could into one movie.  In fact, they won't be done for three more years!  The Hobbit has been smushed into three separate parts, and they've added special effects and amazing things that have never been done in movies before.  It definitely will be a night to remember.


The Ipad Mini

Tech Geeks all around the country rejoiced two days ago when the infamous Ipad Mini came into existence.  It's the "new thing" for Apple, and a lot of people were clambering to be the first in line for this strange new technology that is fabled to be even more advanced than it's predecessor.  However, some people have some doubts.

The price is higher than some hoped for, or even expected.  Some wanted it to be around $250 dollars for their maximum buy range.  However, Apple has again repulsed us with its price -- at a smoking three-hundred thirty bucks, and no one seems happy with it.  Another downsize for Apple.

It's seems more than the price is unfortunately losing its appeal.  The builder of Apple, and the previous leader of the amazing company, Steve Jobs, who has recently passed on, was not looking at this product with a positive outlook.  He said that the general public would have to "sand their fingers" to even use a tablet of the Ipad Mini's caliber.  Unfortunately for Apple, he may be right.

If you don't believe what Jobs said, however, just take a look at the stats.  On Tuesday, October 23, 2012, Apple's sales dropped 0.75%, a big sign that no one enjoys the new mini.  Instead of the positive outlook that Apple has insinuated all around its products on its website, it  would appear that a smaller Ipad equals a smaller profit, if any at all.

[Credit to latimes.com]

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Reading Posts

Reading Posts: Reading Post 1 - The Unwanteds

This book is very impressive, and seems like the answer to the Harry Potter fill that I can't seem to get from any other book, if you get my meaning.  It's a little strange at first, but the farther you get into it, the more comfortable you get.  It sucks you in.  But let's define the situation the protagonists are in before I praise it to highly.

The world of quill is a biased one.  No creativity is the main rule, and the penalty of disobedience is death.  Or so it would appear.

If the leaders judge you harshly, then they sentence you to death.  You are put on a bus, and taken to a secluded area, where three grim reapers are left to take care of you.

If you are not creative, neither special, you are put to hard labor for the rest of your life.

However, if you are deemed special enough, you get picked to go to top universities, and so on and so forth, till you are brainwashed into thinking the creative people are bad, then you get placed in a position of power.  And the cycle continues.

But instead of being killed if you are deemed creative, you live.  In fact, you learn the ways of magic, and only your imagination is the limit.  But this isn't supposed to be a summary of a book, it's supposed to be my reaction to it.  So let's get into all those gooey hooey emotions, and outlooks, and questions that would not exist if readers did not exist.  But they do exist, and I am one of them, and that is the point of this reading post so let's get to it.

Well, I admit, when I started to read it, I was a little weirded out.  Quill seemed strange, and weird, and not a happy place.  All this of course is true, but that's not what the book is about.  It is about a happy place full of magical people, and their struggle for survival.  This applies to me because it's all about how life is what you make of it.  You can live either in the land of Quill, or the Academy of Artime.  It's all up to you.

Reading Posts: Reading Post 2 - The Unwanteds

When I first started to read Harry Potter, I didn't think that the following paragraph was a jumpy enough start.  A little interesting, and choked with foreshadowing, but if the rest of the book was about snooty dumb neighbors than who would read it?  And that's why everyone is always taking a chance picking up a book.  But if no one ever took chances, what would the world be like anyway?

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say
that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last
people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they just didn't hold with such nonsense."

--Chapter 1: The Boy who Lived, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, By J.K. Rowling

And that's why everyone is always taking a chance picking up a book such as this.  But if no one ever took chances, what would the world be like anyway?  So that tells you the extent of my young mind at the time.  Now I realize you have to learn to love or hate the characters before you can even make the reader care what happens to them in situations such as fighting off a dark wizard.  But that's just an example of how things can totally turn on you, and in The Unwanteds, that's exactly what happened for me.

The world is like that a lot.  And much as some people want it, you can't plan for everything.  The world is a crafty land full of plots, and tricks, and enigmas.  But hey, that's part of life.  And that's the point of my reading response essay #2.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life {Part the 2nd}


Jefferson Davis

What an awesome president!  He helped with the Declaration of Independance, and is still remembered today as one of the greatest guys ever to have lived.  He is amazing.  And I have his name (kind of) as well.

Kool-Aid

Kool-Aid is delicious, cool, awesome, delicious, and totally bad for you.  But with a hignh flyig metabolism anyway, who could resist?  Not me, that's for sure.  It's way delish, and I relish the delishness of it all.  Because it is more yummy than a lot of drinks that I could name.  What?  You want me to name one? Fine -- pickle juice.

Labratory in Spiderman 4

Honestly, the lab in TAS, (S4) is totally sick.  And the spiders?  Caa Reeepppaaayyy!  I love it.  It is totally spookifying.  When he gets bit is actually pretty realistic as well.  That movie is one of the greatest films ever, and if you're bagging on Spiderman, you gotta deal with me, his big guns.

Muscle Milk

I love my neighbors.  They are hilarious.  Especially the Plummers.  Their family is way into the health stuff, and they have all sorts of funky foods at their house whenever I come over.  Sister Plummer made this funny tasting shake one time, and it's called a protein shake.  It might not sound that foreign to you, but to me it was as exotic as eating salted clams stuffed with pork and surrounded by dried hot mangos, although much more delicious.  Turns out the powdered ingredient was Muscle Milk.  So yeah, forget the steroids and drink up! :-)

Not Average

I am not normal.  There, I said it.  Guess why.  I'm awesome.  And it doesn't take a genius to figure it out, but there are a lot of misguided people in the world that don't care to look beneath the surface.  You know what, their loss.  I guess my awesomeness just isn't for everyone.

Oompa Loompas

Willy Wonka wasn't kidding when he opened up the World's Largest and Greatest Candy Factory. And in turn, he used the greatest little midget creatures ever.  They are super cool, super cute, and super useful.  They are the legendary oompa loompas!!!

140 Character Memoir

140 Character Memoir of Jeff Hakala
By Jeff Hakala

I was born in Provo, lived in Orem, rented in Utah, went to Desert Willow Elementary, caught lizards and spiders and snakes, climbed trees and built houses in them, and love to do just whatever I want to do.  Because that what I do.

I was born November 20, 1997.  Since I was young, I have loved to tell and listen to stories, funny, sad, happy, scary, interesting, and climactic.  My dream was and still is to write and publish a book, and I've done that, but what's a book without readers?  I need to traditionally publish, and do it before I get too old, and tired.

That's my dream, that's who I am, and that's what I love to do.

Reading Response #1

Reading Response

By Jeff Hakala


Right now I'm reading Inheritance by Chris Paolini, but unfortunately, I either lost my journal, or didn't write it, or transferred late, or whatever.  The thing is that I messed up.  So I'm kind of feeling around in the dark here, trying to get this done before it's too late.

Here's a reading response from a scene in the Inheritance book I know I read in class.

Nasuada, leader of the Varden, the group of rebels that oppose the evil King Galbatorix, and his empire, is imprisoned, days before they plan to lay siege to the capital of, Uru Baen.  She is being tortured by the king.

Now, to me, this scene is anxious, and a little bit scary.  She is locked on a slab of rock, and forced to endure the King's impudence and falsehoods, and even while she learns of how misplaced she is, and argues about the fate of the whole land, she is being tortured with a hot poker.  Quite an intense scene, if I do say so myself.

I can see myself crumbling in this situation, or maybe holding firm.  Either way, it seems very unfair that as she is trying to do what she knows is right, she is being tortured for it.  What an unfortunate series of events.  It totally stinks for her.

All I can hope for is that she escapes before she swears to him in the ancient language and her cause is lost.  We will see.

Thoughts on Success

Thoughts on Success
By Jeff Hakala
 
I think success is overrated.  I mean, c'mon, seriously?  Success is already right under our noses, is we know where to look.  I think anyone and everyone can succeed with a positive attitude.  It's not nearly as impossible as everyone thinks.  And if you ask me, success and happiness are permantly linked, forever.


First of all, you've got to decide just what success means to you.  You have to spell it out to yourself before you go on a wild goose chase.  Because who can find someone, when they don't even who they are looking for.

To me, success means happiness, and knowing who you are.  Knowing who you are doesn't happen without knowing and stating your standards either, so by working with that, you can enlighten you mind to true success, and in doing so, finding happiness as well.

Those are my thoughts on succeeding, and what to do to get there.  But honestly, you've just got to figure it out for yourself.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

6 Word Memoirs

1. I am a marvelous dude, yeah.
2. I'm awesome, don't you forget it.
3. I smile, I laugh, I live.
4. My family has six people included.
5. My sisters are very super awesome.
6. I am addicted to much chocolate.
7. Warheads are spazzing with my brain.
8. I love Lord of the Rings.

Encyclopedia on an Ordinary Life {Part the First}

Aardvark

Arthur was my favorite show as a kid.  It was super de duper de fun and I loved watching it.  One episode particularly sticks out in my memory where he couldn't even spell his own species in a spelling bee till he came up with this genius song.  A-A-R-D-V-A-R-K, A-A-R-D-V-A-R-K, A-A-R-D-V-A-R-K, and then wowzas he could spell it!  Yay!  Gosh, I love that show.

Best Friends

Me and my best friend, Hayden Weenig, are unofficial best friends.  He insists upon loving and being friends to everyone he's on nice terms with equal.  Thus my serious frustration, as he will not admit that we are great pallies.  So instead I made it up, and according me, we are.  Yeah.  Wazzup.

Cheetah

Naomi's favorite animal, not to mention the speediest land mammal.  They are simply awesome, and I am reminded of this every day when she roars at me, or at least, her version of it.  (Making the hawk a loogie sound.)  We love to have roar wars.  And trust me.  It's great.

Daniel in the Lion's Den

He's pretty much one of my favorite prophets, and with good reason.  He was amazingly righteous to the end.  He never drank, brought his friends up instead of down, and taught lifelong lessons that he learned of the Lord.  I respect him, although I never even met him.

Enthusiasm

That's my thing.  I love to be enthused.  It's just great to go ca-waaazzy, as Jar Jar Binks would say.  Who could resist it anyhow?  Being happy and bubbly and pompous just spices up life for everyone.  Although sometimes it drives my siblings and parents nuts.  It's great to just not worry about stuff and be a little zany sometimes, even so.

Fail Grades

Another one of my unfortunate trademarks is failing grades.  However, that doesn't stop the Jaycatt from being radical all the same in other ways.  Because even Einstein man had horrible Fs.  And hey I'm even picking up the pace with it a little bit this year -- I hope.

Gravy and Pork Chops

I don't know about you, but this is the second best dinner in the world in my book, which this is. (LOL!)  My first place contestant is, of course, the famed and a-mammal-amazing homemade macaroni and chez.  It is hands-down the bestest thing on planet Earth, and can give anyone's flabby body an extra drag.  Eat it while it's hot!

Hakaloogie Man

This is now my unfortunate title, forced on by all the unloving bystanders in the world.  Most people who meet me are weirded out, and thus must make my life a miserable torture for whenever I go around making friends.  The conversation goes somethin' like this.

"Hey, my name's Jeff Hakala."

"Hey I'm Brad Wilburheadnoseboogers."

"Nice to meet you Brad."

"You too."

"Hey your last name sounds like hawk-a-loogie! Har har har!"

"Ugh."

Thus the sad fate of me.

Igloos and Snow Caves/Forts

I love making these thingees in the middle of the winter wonderland holidays.  It's just great to build when the snow is falling, the games are going, and the fun becomes too fierce.  I love to make them out of either

A) Heaps of Snow

Or

B) Bricks of Snow.

Plan A simply entails building up a heap of snow with a shovel and hollowing it out with boot kicks.  (Super Fun!)

Or Plan B, set for the wars of snowball land is where you get a plastic container like a storage box or a 2 gallon ice cream container, and then heap snow in it, until you can fill it, then dump in selected spot then repeat, until you've got a life size sand castle of snow which equals ze most amazing snow fort.

My Favorite Mistake #2-3 (Continued)

My Favorite Mistake(s)

1. E-time Slufferness


2. Being Me (One Instance in Particular)



E-time Slufferness

      Don't sluff e-time.  It is a bad idea.  People sometimes try to get out of it, but unfortunately, as me and my pallie Miles found out, there are some times in life when ticking off a couple bee hives, or setting fire to a puddle of gas, or dancing on the roof with whipped cream in plain view of traffic, just isn't necessarily smart.  This was definitely one of those times.
       Well, we thought we were cool, slinking down the halls, dodging trouble and moniters left and right, and then we realized that we were in stink hall, a.k.a. the hall of the SAC.  Then we ran in Mr. Young, one of the vice-principals at our school.  I slipped off to the office, excusing myself by saying that I had to call my mom.  Miles, however, didn't get so lucky.
      "And where are you supposed to be?"
      "Uh, I'm his escort."
      Mr. Young's eyes narrow as he realizes he's got a bogey rebel high flyer.  "I don't think so. Let's see you're slip."

      It's moments like this that test two people's friendship.  Fortunately, Miles is pretty chill, and forgives like an innocent criminal that knows gold when he sees it. But it was still a mistake.

Being Me (One Instance in Particular)

      Let's be frank.  I do a lot of dumb stuff.  It's not that hard to pinpoint that this tool is not remotely sharp, and has probably never been sharpened.  No one even knows why the heck it's in the shed.  But you know, as I am in this shed entitled English, I may as well get on with my job, the story of my woeful mistake of doing the irresistibly awesome.
     It all started back in December a few years back.  Actually, it began even earlier than that.  But let's just say that it started there, to relieve some of my childish embarrassment.
     I had been bothering girls in my neighborhood that dreadful December.  The names of these two wonderful victims were Kierra and Ashley, and even better they were best friends at the time.  Well, we were arch-enemies as I had deemed them.  This particular day I had decided that it would be quite prudent to nail one of them with a dastardly chunk of frozoned ice -- the legendary sphere of snow that we now affectionately call a weapon today in the modern world of awesome.  So I scooped up a lovely ball perfect size, and ignoring all signs of warning, flung it in Kierra's direction.
     In the next second, an atomic bomb ranging from here to Madagascar exploded, and the nuclear chemomolecularsphere of the world then imploded, allowing noxious fumes to penetrate the bureaucracy of the U.S. senate thus ended the world.  Or so it seemed since Kierra Day, had finally had enough.
      She blew up, and yelled at me.  Yeah, she sure put me in my place that day.  It was definitely one of the chieftain's of my tribe of evil mistakes.  And I will never forget it, (unless I turn old and get amnesia.)  The End.

My Favorite Mistake #2-3

My Favorite Mistake #3
By Jaycatt Coolio Katt


      Don't sluff e-time.  It is a bad idea.  People sometimes try to get out of it, but unfortunately, as me and my pallie Miles found out, there are some times in life when ticking off a couple bee hives, or setting fire to a puddle of gas, or dancing on the roof with whipped cream in plain view of traffic, just isn't necessarily smart.  This was definitely one of those times.
       Well, we thought we were cool, slinking down the halls, dodging trouble and moniters left and right, and then we realized that we were in stink hall, a.k.a. the hall of the SAC.  It means Student Assistance Center, or as I call it, Stupid Asylum Central.  Then we ran in Mr. Young, the oldest of the vice-principals at our school.  It was one of those less stylish moments of our friendship, when I escaped ol' Young Princey, and Miles got landed in a poop pile.  I slipped off to the office, excusing myself by saying that I had to call my mom.  In reluctant duty, he let me escape his grasp, although now I am probably on his "Assassinate after retirement" list.  Miles, however, didn't get so lucky.
      "And where are you supposed to be?"
      "Uh, I'm his escort."
      Mr. Young's eyes narrow as he realizes he's got a bogey rebel high flyer.  "I don't think so. Let's see you're slip."

      It's moments like this that test two people's friendship.  Fortunately, Miles is pretty chill, and forgives like an innocent criminal that knows gold when he sees it.  We are both pretty forgivable when we take shifts being escapades to trouble after all, but it was a mistake nonetheless.

Questions:


Details
1.The Stink Hall is the Most Dangerous.
2.You can peruse the halls during e-time pretty easily.
3.The adrenaline in my veins when I'm breaking rules is very tantalizing.
4.A lot of people sluff besides those that rock all rule denial.  (Me and my friendly cluster)

Any Regrets
I may say that I regret this, but unfortunately, I may just do it again tomorrow.