Obviously, HyEldon's not his real name, but it's a close enough Elvish approximation.

Now as for why I decided to do a post on him... it is random... but I had a train of thought which went something like this.

I have a lot of crossed wires in my mind.

Such as the one which strongly associates chocolate milk with selfless love.

Hmm, that's interesting.

That's HyEldon's fault.

I should do a post about Crossed Wires in My Mind.

No, better yet, I should do a post about HyEldon.

I'll get to the part about chocolate milk further on here, but I'd better begin at the beginning.

Shortly after I started going to youth group, when I was in seventh grade, we (youth group) spent an afternoon at the one family's house.  It was nothing too memorable... the guys tried to kill each other under the name of playing football.  As I wandered around, not knowing much of anyone, this guy came up to me.  "Hello!" he said.  "Uh, if anyone asks where I am, tell them that I got hit with the football and that I'll be around in a minute, as soon as I can limp over there." 

me:  "Uh... ok... what's your name?"

him:  "HyEldon."

Now I may not have remembered this except for the fact that the exact same thing occured a few hours later.  So for the next few weeks we joked around and got to be friends.  I thought he had an incredible talent for getting hurt.  (Actually, that's not far from the truth.)

HyEldon was our bass guitarist (was as in, until he left for college) and pretty quiet... except for when he was amused.  He has the sort of laugh which is dangerously contagious. 

Now the chocolate milk thing:  one night we were in line for snack.  HyEldon poured a cup of chocolate milk, paused, and poured another for me.  I was shocked!  Not that he is uncourteous, it was just extremely unexpected!  And for some reason, that scene has stuck with me as an image of very selfless love.  There was no earthly reason for him to pour the milk for me, he just did.  ^_^

And now on to some general funniness...

HyEldon:  "I said, 'You know, to me, driving is like walking.  You're in a car and you're sitting down, but otherwise it's pretty much the same.' And my friend said, 'Let me out here.'"

~~~

me:  "Let me get this straight... you love having friends..."

HyEldon:  "Yup."

me:  "But you hate introducing yourself to people."

HyEldon:  "Yup."

me:  "How's that work?"

~~~

HyEldon and Russell:  *are trying to get something which is stuck inside a guitar out*

me:  *is deriving much lazy amusement from watching them*

....

half an hour or so later, one of them ingeniously suggested, "Say!  It might work better if we turned it so that we weren't trying to shake it out against the force of gravity!"

...

In retrospect, the amazing thing is that I didn't die out of laughter!

~~~~~~

OK.  And now a few completely unrelated comments.

We flipped all our clocks ahead.  We do it the Saturday before clock change so that we don't fall asleep in worship! 

I am having some very random emails right now.

me:  New subject?

David:  I'm feeling lazy.

Uh... OK. 

My brother lined up all his toy soldiers and was making the battle of Marathon.  Brothers are an amazing thing.  Although, frankly, I think that he says he's just making whatever battle so that he has an excuse to have out not only his soldiers, but also his armor, ships, pirates, lego... and the Hello Kitty toys.

Maybe guys are smarter than girls.  I never thought of that excuse for having all MY toys out at once.

And Mom goes for it, too! 

Goodnight!

And yes, that's my sister Ataralasse.

Wow, where to begin?  Let's see.  She is VERY energetic, and can tend to have this effect at times:

She loves, loves, loves (did I mention that she really enjoys?) ballet.    <-- isn't that interesting?

This makes her an easy girl to shop for!  If it has anything to do with ballet or dance in general, she'll love it!

Ataralasse also loves babies -- and I mean, LOVES.

It's like this: 

baby:   

Ataralasse: 

Sometimes it's all I can do to get her to let me hold the baby at church for 30 seconds or so!

Alright, other random things about her.

She really is into making up euphemisms!  For example, instead of calling someone crazy, she'll say,

"Oh, um, they're a little different, to be polite." 

When she was younger, she had this entire language/culture of her own.  The country (it's an island) and the language were both called Educations. 

*goes to find paper about Educations*

Alright... here we go... this was written when she was 9.

For starts, the official spelling is Egicashins (but it is pronounced Educations).  The flag of Egicashins has grey and white stripes, and it means that the Egicashins people are very wise.

A few words of Egicashins:  duble H-ing ~Orange Juice

coolwhipapapapapapapa ~ coolwhip (this cracked our one friend up IMMENSELY!)

dalender ~ water (there was an entire song about this word which went:  Dalender, dalender, daaalender, God created the daalender... etc.)

nilk ~ milk 

OK, enough of Egicashins for now before my brain blows out.  And people so often think that she's a shy little thing.  *coughcoughchoke* 

Other Ataralasse quotes

"I dush you!"

"Well bust my boots!  No, wait a minute, don't bust my boots, I like my boots."

"That is just hilariously not funny!"

And she probably has this conversation with someone every day.

"Out of all the people in the world do you know who I love the most?"

"Who?  God?"

"You're right!"

~~~~

Pretty soon here she'll be 13!  Actually, she can't WAIT to be 16 and be allowed to drive.  *rolls eyes*  She's been deeply desiring to drive since she was about 7 or so. (Mom reminds me that she's been wanting a convertible since she was 2.) Me, on the other hand... well, I have nightmares about myself driving. 

Right now, I have Kevin Max's song Existence stuck in my head. 

Well, I think that's it for now! 

It's a question that I ask my pastor every so often, when I hear him getting a REALLY weird question.

Of course, he does invite it.  He is very good with cars

 and also pretty handy all around with technology. 

At the same time, I've heard him get questions about everything ranging from how many people he guesses will come to a joint worship service to gardening advice!

And he takes it all in stride. 

And, obviously, he is a great pastor.

Anyway, I've just been meaning to post about this for a while. 

In other news about my life...

I have to have my wisdom teeth sawn out on July 21st. 

(I guess I'm too smart... or something.)

And if the doctor/surgeon/ whatever, the person who does it, thinks that saying, "You'll look like a chipmunk for a day or two" is going to make me feel better, he needs to think again. 

See, this is a chipmunk.

Not me.

Also, yesterday we went to an amusement park.  It was much fun as they have a great rollercoaster. 

I saw a kid from youth group there too.  It was verily weird because he had burnt a CD for me, and then told me that he couldn't bring it this week, because he'd be away. 

Then we run into each other!  (He's at camp for the week, so we asked him if we should deliver any messages to his mom.  His answer:  "Yes, I am in need of mental help."  Sometimes I'd have to agree there!!)

So... it was fun.

The Hyarion entry.

As Mahtaliel reminded me, he had a birthday and I neglected to mention it!!!  Boohoo!!

Nonetheless, whether cyber-space was aware of it or not, Hyarion turned 8.

He is my little brother.  Actually, he is my littlest brother.

^_^

He has big eyes, and girls have been falling in love with him since... er... well... since he was a few months old.  Seriously.  When he was really little, we went to Chi-Chi's and this girl who was on a date completely ignored her date and flirted with him.

    ^                                 ^       ^                                     ^

her date                        girl     Hyarion                         rest of us                        

(who has to pay)

Now, he is still devestatingly cute, but he is also more dangerous. 

He is quite into the entire pirate/knight/Viking/cowboy thing:

At the same time, he always calls on me to smash spiders.  So... yeah.

Hyarion has assured me that my fantasy story is better than J.R.R. Tolkien's -- wouldn't some publisher loooove to get their hands on THAT!!!

^_^

Also, today he asked me how many years it would be till he was 14.

me:  You count.

him:  *after meditation*  4 years.

me:  *absently*  No, that's not right.  It'll be 6 years.

him:  so in 7 years, I can join the army?

me:  Er, no. 

him:  But I only have to be 17!!

me:  But you won't be 17 for 9 years.

him: *anguished cry*

He really is dying to join the army!  I pointed out that actually I'm glad he can't join the army yet...

him:  Why not?

me:  'cause what if you died?

him:  Well, I'd be in heaven.

  Glad to hear it, but all the same, I'd prefer if he doesn't pop off and get killed at the moment. 

*sigh*

Alright, enough about Hyarion.

Now about my dear sweet mother who I tried to talk into watching LOTR with me while the rest of my family sleeps in the tent, but she said no. 

*sigh again*

It would have gotten me out of sleeping in the tent. 

(She BTW is reading over my shoulder and said, "You don't have to sleep in the tent."  My reply was, "Dad asked if I was sleeping in the tent, and I said 'Um...' and he said, 'I'm taking that for a yes.' "  She laughed.)

Ah yes, on a brighter note I am now loving P.G. Wodehouse.  Although Wodehouse does seem as if it ought to be pronounced WODE-house, not WOOD-house.

These British chaps.

Hyarion, now talking to our 20 Q game:  "You do not know soldier you do not know Peter Pan you do not know Wendy."

Actually, that game has an uncanny way of reading your mind. 

If anyone doesn't know what a 20 Q game is, it looks like this:

We watched Peter Pan the other night.  It was very well done!

It was a lot better than the Mary Martin one, which is just stupid.  It's worse than our Junior High plays.  (I mean as far as the fake-looking-ness.  It's excusable in a Junior High play, but not in a "classic" movie.)

I mean honestly, why would you waste good time watching a lady sit like a boy?  Ugh!  And flying where you can see the wires?? :P

*sigh*

ARG!! I keep sighing!!

Well, I'll wrap up with a few Peter Pan pictures.

G'night, people!

I would be, er, rather annoyed if a scantily-clad guy with all his first teeth showed up on my windowsill, expecting me to sew his shadow back on.  And for that matter, the same applies to well clad guys with their adult teeth, even if their shadows were firmly attached.

They have no business showing up on my windowsill.

Any applications may be addressed to Narhwesta's Father, the Proud Owner of Both a Baseball Bat and a Gun. 

Thank you.