Through The Looking Glass Review

I loved this movie. Through the Looking Glass was simply amazing. I have heard of the movie before, but never actually seen it and now I wish I had. The detail in which Steven (the main character) fabricated these stories was brilliant, exciting and quite believable. Until the end was closing in, I had no doubt he was a great journalist. Then, because of one story, his whole line was exposed and blown up in front of him. I still think without a doubt he was an amazing writer. The way he described everything in his pieces was brilliant. The man was so imaginative that he even fabricated his own world to escape from and feel special and noteworthy, speaking in the classroom. I was pretty shocked when everything started coming out of the works, I would never had assumed he was lying about his work because it sounded very solid.

My World

I grew up about 100 miles East of Springfield, MO in a small town called Mountain View. I was raised on a farm 5 miles outside of the actual town, so I was separated from many of the other children my age. I never had any friends and there wasn't much to do other than roam the fields and woodlands that bordered the farm. I had 3 younger siblings, a brother and two sisters, but they never peaked to my amount of fun. They never could keep up with me or find joy in the same activities and since I never had any friends out there, I was left to my own devices. No matter how boring things seemed or how terrible my childhood felt, I always had one place that I could sink into and escape. I always had that one place where no one else could find me or barge into and I was free to do whatever I wanted to do and be whoever I wanted to be. At first guess, you might think it was the woodlands, maybe a place I carved out for myself. There was no way I could fight mighty dragons and rescue princesses, no way for me to be the pilot of a fighter jet shooting down the enemy to save the country. The woods were no place for me to keep my kingdom… This one place I could always rely on was, in fact, my own mind. My mind was the one place I knew I could trust. The only place that would never let me down, because of years of practice, it was the only thing that could save me from the pain of growing up with no father and no friends, the pain of growing up with no money to do anything or go anywhere. None of this was by choice as I was not in control of my parents or the other kids in school. I had to find a way to pick up the slack where others had struggled to hold and to escape the ever lonesome world I was living in. I looked to the woods, I looked to the grassy fields and to the room in which I slept, but could never find exactly what I was looking for until I decided to look past all of what was there and tried to focus more on what wasn't there. In this process, I found the world locked inside my own head, the people who listened to the things I said and who loved the same things I did, the things that my family couldn't afford and the life that I wanted to live. Everything at this point was better in my world, the grass was greener, the trees larger, the sun brighter, and the air fresher.

            At any point I could take everything around me including people, sounds, buildings, even voices and create an entirely new world or just simply take a conversation and make it more interesting by changing the tone or the expressions the other person uses in my head. I can visually morph anything and everything around me to my specifications. This makes everything I do and everyone I encounter fun and exciting, keeps me interested in life. Without My World I would be lost, devastated, not knowing what to do or how to react. I would have never had the chance to enjoy what life has to offer and would be trapped in an uncompassionate, simplistic, self-loathing state of mind that I would let everything and everyone pass me by. While keeping in the material world, I was able to tear through the veil and introduce my own immaterial world into the material. I broke through Rene Descartes’ idea that one can pretend they have no body, but not that they did not exist. On dark, cold, and rainy days I would escape from my bedroom and run outside into the sun’s warm embrace, step onto the plush grass that covered the rolling hills and through the rows of trees that stretched as far as the eye could see. The warm spring air would fill my lungs and I could sprint barefoot as the soft ground would sink beneath my feet with every step. Not a sound could be heard aside from the rushing of the wind through the trees and birds in the skyline, no thunder or trace of terrible times. The possibilities that were possible in My World were unlimited, it was a place where anything could happen and everything was brilliant. My life was perfect, my worries were empty, and my cares focused on other things as I was able to enjoy my days. No one was left to suffer in My World, no one was made to feel lonely or to feel bored with nothing to do. No one could ruin My World because I would not allow them the chance. Nobody could ever understand why I was never bothered by any hardships encountered in my childhood or how I could stand to be around certain people, but I could do anything I wanted. They were unable to experience life the way I was able to, unable to find the joys in the monotony of everyday life. This allowed me to live beyond what others could see.

            Let’s face it, not everyone has to grow up without a father or live in what seems like pure solitude and not everyone has to deal with the same problems in life, but each and every one of us find different ways to cope with our problems, to find solutions and my solution was to create a world of my own, a world were anything was possible and nobody was alone. I created heaven on Earth and I was supreme ruler. I have always been able to find some way or another to find a solution to any problems I may be faced with simply by entering my own mind. I could think of ways to break barriers with others or to cope with losses growing up. In an article published in 2012 by psychiatrist Dr. Jeremy Dean, he even says that finding a distraction is one of the best ways to get over the feeling of worry or being down in the dumps, because suppressing something is never the way to go for it could have a rebound effect that would make it worse. I learned that as long as I have myself, I will never be alone and no matter how often one were to poke fun at me or to try and bury me, I would push through and wipe the dirt from my face as I continue my journey through my amazing life. After all the years have passes, I have yet to be shaken or broken by what has happened. I have yet to be hurt or destroyed by what others have said to me or to let those around me have control over who I am and what I want because I am in control and I can do anything I set my mind to. My World has shown me many things over the years and has taught me how to live life to the fullest no matter what happens. It has helped to create an unlimited supply of happiness that I try to spread to others who are less fortunate to have the ability to look past all the terrible things in life and find the joy in it all. My World is far more brilliant and full of passion and memories than any other place I have visited in the 26 years I have roamed this world. It is far more colorful and exciting than any other place and it can never be recreated by any other because it is unique. My World is the most important discovery I have ever made and will remain the only place I have ever visited that I would look forward to returning to more than anything. I only wish I could bring others to visit this wonderful place, but I can only provide them with glimpses of what is locked away inside. 

This I Believe (Finished)

Matthew Young

Kelly Anthony

English 101

February 17^th, 2014

This I Believe

God... Who might that be? Could it be one? Could it be many? Could it be a flying monster made entirely out of pasta noodles? (That's a fun one to look up) You have the choice to control what may come in life. Your happiness, your love, your financial obligations and income as well as your career. Everything that directly relates to you can be created and controlled by none other than you. You are your own god...

This is not an attack at organized religion or followers of a specific group, clan, cult, or religion. This is simply a statement that applies to everyone. A statement that says you have complete control over who you are and who you want to become. It's about what is happening in your life is completely under your control. You may not be able to control the types of threats or opportunities that arise during your day to day life, but you can sure take advantage of them. Whether or not taking those advantages amounts to anything special, the fact of the matter is that you still took control of what happens in your life. I see many of my friends and random people constantly complaining about their lives or how nothing seems to be working in their favor, yet they don’t do anything to change the situation. All they seem to do is to want, want, want, but refuse to come up with any actions to get what they want.

            Every person has wants and every person has needs, but not every person DOES. I could easily (and I do) want a million dollars or need a million dollars and, though seemingly impossible, is possible given the fact that I work and strive to reach that goal. Some things that could point me in the right direction would be to find a higher paying job, but most businesses who might offer the opportunity to make that kind of money will not higher me without a certain educational background or experience needed. Now, I can either drop down or complain about it or I can go out and do something about it. I can go to college and work towards the type of degree they are searching for or the type of degree that would best suit my needs and wants, then try again. Maybe I don’t have the money to go to college. Here, once again, I can complain about it or I can go out and do something about it. Maybe get a job that would help supplement my income enough to go to school or file for financial aid or maybe take out student loans to cover my degree until I can graduate, get that job I am working to get and start paying it off until BOOM!! I work for a fortune 500 company or whatever company it is that I found the opportunity to make this money. The same could go for starting up my own business. Of course I would have to start small and work my way up, but the same stuff that I said earlier could apply to this as well.

            It all boils down to how badly you want something and what you are willing to do or sacrifice in order to reach your goals. Bill Clinton once said, “If you live long enough, you’ll make mistakes. But if you learn from them, you’ll be a better person. It’s how you handle adversity, not how it affects you. The main thing is never quit, never quit, never quit.” Now, I say that you are your own god because you may pray or wish for certain things in your life and though it may be a comforting idea, it’s not going to happen unless you go out and make the changes needed to accomplish what you are wanting to happen. This isn’t to start a religious debate or a battle, it’s to show you that you are what will make these things happen. It is you who are creator and controller of your future. The harder you strive, the happier you can be. I know that if someone gives me 20 dollars, I am happy, but if I went out and I earned that 20 dollars myself, I appreciate it even more. I feel happier because I feel more confident in my abilities and it pushes me to try even harder, because now I feel I could earn more if I put in the extra work, hence the fact that I am now in my second semester of college. I wasn’t happy with my previous situation and while I may not be happy with the situation I am in now, I am proud of the fact that I am trying and every day that goes by is another step towards completing my goals for life.

            Think about where you are now in life and how you feel about it. Are you happy? Are you content? Do you think things could or should be different? Now think about where you would be if you changed a certain aspect of your life, whether it’s a different job or a higher education. Maybe even a move to a different community. The smallest changes that you make could have the largest impacts on your happiness. Taking a quote from Abraham Lincoln, “Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other one thing.” It wasn’t until I was about 19-20 that I figured out just one little change and my life was altered completely. I moved from my little backwoods town and got a cheap apartment with my friend up here and had a part time job at Taco Bell. While it doesn’t seem like much, it changed my entire outlook on my life. I noticed how much I could really change and how much I could control, because that job was nice and I had fun, but I wasn’t financially happy. So I found a higher paying job with much better hours and was able to afford better things, including better living arrangements. I found a nicer apartment, got my own furniture and started feeling even better about myself. Then I found another job that was better and things kept looking up from there. Then I realized that if I went back to school and got a degree, that I could find an even BETTER job that I would love.

I have continued to make changes in my life and striving for the things that I want and little by little I have been reaching these goals. I am working to change my financial future and my career choices by living my credo. Those little things I do make huge strides in the life I choose to live. Same thing goes for love. I see so many people complaining about how lonely they are and how nobody wants them, but they never look at the idea that maybe no one wants to spend their life with someone who is unwilling to live their life and not rely on the attention of others to make them happy. I used to think that a complete life involved having someone to spend it with, but I never looked at the idea that my life is my own. I used to try and sacrifice things to please someone else while ignoring my future. I changed that as well and since then I haven’t been happier. After working towards pleasing myself and making my own life better, I started seeing how people were more interested in me.

            I had came to the conclusion that the more you focus on bettering yourself and not continuously searching for that special someone, while ignoring your goals, the more likely you are to find someone who shares the same interests because you’re out living your life and doing what you love. This could bring you closer to those people who share the same goals and when you find someone who does share those goals and has the same kind of outlook on life, the more likely you are to find that special someone you wouldn’t mind sharing your life with, seeing as how you already share a lot of the same interests as it is. The more likely you are to find that special balance in life that makes you feel the happiest. The less you have to sacrifice in order to reach your own happiness.

            In conclusion, it is you who controls who you are and what you become. You who controls your happiness and you love. You are your own god and you make your life worth living. There is never a need to give up or quit and it is no one else’s fault but your own if you do. Never blame anyone else for what happens to your life and never forget to give credit to those who help you, no matter how small the action or advice. You are an amazing person and the fact you are still here today shows that you are stronger than you may think. In the words of the great Theodore Roosevelt, “We must dare to be great; and we must realize that greatness is the fruit of toil and sacrifice and high courage.” No matter what happens in life, always remember, it is you who decides who you are and what you will become and the legacy you leave behind.

"The Death Trap"

The sun is scorching through the clear cloudless skies, making the black tar covering the pavement boil as if the pits of Hell itself were directly beneath. Not even a simple deer would brave it across the 10 feet of blackened highway. The only shade available would be provided by the immense oak trees scattered alongside the ditch on either side, but with the blinding sun directly above, there is not one patch of shade covering the highway for miles. In the distance a faint, but constant roar can be heard. The sound resembles that of 1,000 demons screaming as they chase their prey. The sound is getting louder and louder and as if no time at all had passed, the beast flies by, scorching the very pavement as if it were aflame itself. Just as soon as it could be seen, it disappeared into the distance once more. What was this monstrous creature? Could it have been a demon from the tales we heard as children? No, this was no demon, but a mere mortal man, a man on a mission, a mission to ride. To find freedom, to chase his passion and to escape the everyday monotonous life that many are forced to accept. This freedom he had been tirelessly searching for could be found sitting atop 2 wheels as the engine below screams down the highway, cutting effortlessly through the wind as if it were a warm knife through butter. The heat from the sun desperately trying to catch up to him as he leaves it choking in the dust behind him. The smell of the warm grassy air fills his nostrils as he burns through every twist and turn as if it were nothing more than a slight bend in the road grinding bit by bit from the pegs beneath his feet. As he grasps the throttle and pulls back, his heart races and the blood in his veins pump with force through every inch of his body with every lunge the bike makes. With every gear he shifts through, the hair on his neck raises and his determination increases. He is unstoppable, he is mighty, and he has found exactly what he had been looking for... freedom... He is me, never looking back.

The road... anywhere along the road. This is where I'd rather be. Grabbing my black, full face modular helmet, sliding down into my leather seat of my Shadow and hitting the ignition and hearing that engine spark and fire into a roar of life. The rumble beneath me, stretching from head to toe to the tips of my fingers, wrapped around the grips. I squeeze the soft rubber of my grips and step it down into first as I hold the clutch in and feel the click of first gear. It's not just a sound, it's a jolt through your leg up to your brain. It's the green light in your head to pull back that throttle and release the clutch and launch down the road. The winding, twisting curves of every turn. The trees and grass and bushes of each side. Maybe fences surrounding fields to keep in cattle or horses. The black and grey pavement and tiny cracks that pass by. The yellow lines, be it solid or strips, leading the way as you glide by. The fragrance of the grass and pastures hidden in the wind. The smell of oak and pine trees and flowers, of pollen and fire wood. That unexplainable smell of a brisk wind that hits the senses and relaxes the body making you feel one with the road. Every smell leaves a sweet taste of the outdoors in the back of your pallet. Maybe reminding you of another memory like the firewood and a BBQ. You may have remembered that BBQ joint back home that served the best pulled pork you've ever found. Your mouth waters at the thought. You feel the wind rush past your entire body, blowing and crashing into your chest and legs. You feel the bike rumble as you throttle up and down, gliding over the pavement through dips and valleys, hills and curves. You feel the foot rest touch and drag along the road as you turn hard into a sharp curve. Scrapping and sparking along the pavement. The whoosh of the wind rushing by. The roar of the engine turning spark into energy and fuel into feel. As you throttle hard, the bike picks up and pushes you back with the new found momentum. Nothing else matters... I forget every problem that may be pressing me. Every person that may be throwing what they can at me, trying to bring down my spirits. I fade away from any frustration or pain I may have and melt into the road itself, never looking back. I escape from the troubles in life and find new, more effective ways to live and progress. New thoughts, new emotions. I rise into my own personal Nirvana leaving my worries behind in the dust of the road.

Ambrosia Callione

Ambrosia Callione stands about 6’3, towering over most of the kids her age and was very petite at around 136. Her hair hangs just over shoulder length, cut in a bob style and a dark cherry color with eyes as dark as the night sky. Her skin dark like a coffee and cream hue and for her height her ears were slightly smaller than one might expect. Her nose resembled that of a mouse, like a cute button with a bit of a tip that curved up at the end. Her looks would put even Aphrodite herself to shame.  She never could stay cooped up inside and she loves people and to be noticed where ever she goes, her slender stature and loud voice makes sure of that. In most aspects, she seemed much like her father Frank. They are an Italian family who immigrated to the states 40 years ago. She always stood proud of her Italian heritage, but noticed how often people judged her on the fact she could be such a loud, sometimes obnoxious girl. She never wanted to fit in, always felt the need to be different. She loves music, generally classical and blues, which seems weird for someone in her social standings and loud manner. One of her favorite past times would be to head down to the local arcade/comic shop near the pier after school, another strange habit that she knew many of her friends would look down upon. Afraid they might find out, she would wear a blonde wig and glasses as a disguise that seemed to work quite well for her. She never slacked on her homework or duties at home, she always tried to be school and family oriented. She knew the responsibilities she had to her family and herself and wouldn’t let anything stand in her way. Now being part of a large Italian family, she of course acquired quite the appetite. Her brother swears she once ate 3 plates more than him at a Thanksgiving dinner at his aunts 2 years ago, but no one believes him due to her petite size. She grew up with a family of men, aside from her mother and 2 aunts. She was the 2^nd youngest of 5 children which meant she was raised with 4 brothers. This didn’t prove difficult for her as she learned to hold her own against them and after a while they were the ones who shown trouble keeping up with her. When she was 11, her brothers dared her to climb the old bridge on 32^nd and Fourth Avenue, the place where Old John the Bum met a horrible fate with a bus 5 years before this. Not wanting to look weak or get made fun of, she went for it and almost half way up the side of the bridge wall, slipped and she caught the side of her forearm on a protruding bolt. This left a nice scar stretching about 6 inches.

Fire... Fun, right? Oh, well I think it is :) Although one of my friends may disagree with with you, but he has a good reason. At least when it involves fire AND me. I used to be a very.... odd child. I liked to play with fire, but not to the extent I would light someone's house on fire. One time when I was 14, while my best friend was over, we had been playing with lighter fluid, rubbing alcohol and a zippo lighter. We were sitting on the floor playing with the fluid and lighting our hands on fire then blowing it out quickly or lighting our pant legs or shoes on fire then blowing it out. Well, while we were doing it, I thought it would be funny to light his pants on fire at the crotch, so I poured some on the ground and lit it then quickly sprayed it towards his crotch and set it on fire. He freaked out and we put it out, but the look on his face was priceless, we both laughed our a**es off... But I had also figured out that rubbing alcohol was flammable that same day and so, to scare him, I had put some in my mouth and was acting like I was going to spit fire at him and when he saw my face and freaked out, I lost control and spit it all over him, singing his hair, eye brows and eye lashes and almost blinded him..... Yea, fires fun, right?

Time... Sometimes we think we have enough before we have to do something or finish something. Then unexpected circumstances arise such as car trouble, friends in need, family in need... all three of those happened to me this weekend. After pulling an all nighter at a friends playing Monopoly and watching movies, I leave to go home and sleep and get a call from a friend who was having car trouble. His fuel pump goes out and he needs help with it. I of course say yes, because I'm such a great effing friend and what was supposed to be a few hours to complete turned into 13 grueling hours of hell... having been awake since 8:30 friday morning until 2:00 am sunday morning, I was ready to fall over and sleep where ever I was at the time. We had been under two different Chevy Blazers the whole time working on the fuel pump, covered from head to toe in dirt, grease, and gas, we were both ready to get out of the cold and go to sleep finally. Me most of all. After hooking up the other fuel pump, I had him turn the key to test it and..... NOTHING!! After backtracking the set up for the fuel pump, I found out it was only a loose wire to his fuel pump relay. I pulled out the relay, re inserted the wire then plugged the relay back in and BLAMO, it was working. As far as I knew, the tow truck driver had already checked it the night before, but I was totally wrong. Never again will I take someone else's word for it and leave it alone. I will always check the fuse or relay myself, just in case it is only going to be that one issue... not a 13 hour issue, just a quick 5 minute ordeal.

Upgrade on looks

Upgrading the looks of my bike. I have an 07 Shadow Aero. I want to paint it something different, I think I'll go with gloss black and matte black 2-tone. All I have to paint is the tank, front and rear fenders. The front fender busted when I was ran off the road, but I found new ones. I have some ideas for LED lighting, my last bike was a street bike and I went green and black paint with green LEDs on the tail sides and front with green strobes in the headlights. I think this time I'm going with purple LEDs all around. I think it will mesh with the black and chrome amazingly.I already did the green, so it's time for a change up on this one. I can get 16 feet on LED strips for $10 and cut them to size and solder the wires myself. Much cheaper then paying $30 for 2 feet of pre-wired lights. Maybe add in a stereo system. Right now I just listen to my phone with some head phones on, but the waterproof speakers would work great and I found them pretty cheap with a control box to plug my phone into. Thinking about raising the bars from 2 inches to 6 inches, possible just to a 5. My favorite thing is to ride. I love taking a sharp corner and banking it so hard my pegs hit the ground, fold in and drag through the whole turn. It gets the blood rushing. There's a ride in Tennessee thats 11 miles and has around 300 sharp turns. There have been quite a few accidents and deaths but it would be an amazing ride. I have a buddy that rides a 1200 that wants to take the ride with me.

Fear

Everyone has some fear or another. For some it's spiders, others it's clowns. Some might say they're afraid of heights, but it's not the height, it's the fall. That is something I have an issue with. A fear I have is of falling from a great distance. I don't let this fear hinder me however, I embrace the adrenaline that comes from the realization of the altitude I might be at. One of my favorite things to do is to go to Blue Springs river down in Mountain View, MO and climb the backside of the bluff along the water and, after catching my breath, jumping off of this beast and crashing into the cold water. The only problem (which makes it all the more fun) is that if you jump into the wrong section or don't jump far enough out from the wall, you'll hit the jagged rocks resting just below the water level. Because of this, it is now illegal to jump off the bluff and to do so is considered an act of self harm and endagerment and if caught by a park ranger, you will receive a hefty ticket. Does this stop anyone though? Some, but there are too many of us who enjoy the rush or adrenaline that comes with soaring through the air and falling to what could, if not cautious, be your untimely demise.

Some of my friends are afraid of spiders and clowns, even dolls. Being the amazing friend that I am, I use this fear to my advantage... and scare the crap out of them any chance I get. The only way to control a fear, is to face it head on.

By facing fear head on, you learn to take control over your fear. To not let it ruin your social interactions or limit your life experiences. Taking steps to control your fear can be simple. You can choose to start off small and gradually work your way towards having some control over how it effects you. You can start off big and dive straight into it if you want to. I remember the first time I ever faced my fear of heights. I was close to 7-8 years old and my mom had taken us to the river. There was a bluff about 25-30 feet above the water level, which isn't very high, but to a kid it's the effing Empire State building!! Me and my little sister had watched people jumping off of this rock wall for awhile and we both thought it would be a great idea to jump to, it looked like so much fun. So we both swim out to the back and start making our way up this thing. We get to the top and as soon as I look down HHVGB&^R$^#&OUYG*O&G!!!!!! I thought I was going to slip and fall to my death!! My little sister climbs down to a lower area and after a few seconds, jumps... I stand there, frozen against a small pine tree. My mom and everyone else is telling me to quit being a chicken, to jump, that it's no big deal. I still stand frozen against this tree... It was my only friend at this point. Finally, my sister climbs back up and shows me how to get to a lower spot and she jumps again. Now I don't have my small pine tree friend to hold onto and I'm about to crap my pants because there is maybe 7 inches of rock sticking out for me to stand on and it's straight down from there. I realized something at this point... there's no freaking way to get back up!! I'm stuck!! I'm going to die on this bluff!! After a few minutes, I go for it... I leap and crash into the water and emerge from the surface and I feel amazing!!

I feel amazing... The reaction my body had to the fall, the way it made me feel. It felt like the wave of fear from realizing how high I was and that I was so scared, but 10 times that feeling. I didn't understand why it felt so good since just moments before hand I was about to shit myself just standing there. As the years went by, I started doing things like that more and more. I was always a great swimmer as a kid thanks to my mom and spent most of my summers at the rivers around the area where there were all kinds of high places to jump from. My love for that feeling turned into an addiction... an addiction for adrenaline. I started finding more and more things that gave me that feeling. Climbing, bike stunts with neighborhood friends, skateboarding... I was always cautious not to hurt anyone else and to keep a level of control over it, but I could never get enough. When I got older and learned to drive, I found I could get the same feeling during that as well. I started hitting corners in the rain or on dirt roads and the snow. Later on, I figured out I could find the same reaction with girls and so I became hell bent of that because lets face it, as a teenage boy... that's waaaaay more fun ;) It got me into trouble quite often, but so did speeding and skateboarding, I just didn't have to deal with the law, only boyfriends and that was much easier to get out of than a ticket. Now that I'm a bit older, I have calmed down and found control over my fears and my need for adrenaline and think others can find that same control as well if they just try.

My Jung Typology Test

    So I had to take a this strange "typology test" and let's face it, there's a crap load of these kind of things on Facebook. I figured this would be the same thing, but I was sooooo wrong 0_0 I was very surprised by how accurate this thing was, simply from answering a bunch of multiple choice questions on a website. I feel like someone got inside my head and started digging around, but for their sake I hope not, way too much incriminating evidence is store in there. My results were ENFP; generally warm, enthusiastic, creative, spontaneous, and compassionate. I honestly would never show it outright, but I am a pretty nice person. Reading over the descriptions got me to actually think about who I am as a whole, realizing that this wasn't just another Facebook "What celebrity are you" quizzes.  I mean it wasn't like finding the answer to the question What is the meaning of life? but it was really cool how accurate it was. I don't feel as if it would help me or inhibit me as a writer really, but reading over it was pretty awesome!! It's not like I didn't know what kind of person I am since, well it's me. I'm actually interested in taking the full test now :)

Best Weekend Ever...

    So this Friday, after I finished my classes, I went to a friends place out past Bolivar, MO to hang out for a few hours... That turned into several hours. I stayed up the whole night with him and his family having a lot of fun, but BOY was I tired!! On the drive home I couldn't stop thinking about how amazing my nice warm queen size bed was going to feel when I jumped in and curled up under the covers. As soon I got out of the backwoods and my cell picked up service, I had a message from another friend asking to call him, so I did. This is the point I realized that sleep I was soooo looking forward to was going to be ruined... Apparently his fuel pump went out and he needed help with it and since I am such a GREAT friend, I told him I would. (that and he doesn't know a great deal about cars lol) I get out there and the pan was to pull the part off a donor vehicle and replace it onto his, sounded easy enough even though I had never had to do this before. Turns out, you have to drop the gas tank in order to get to the fuel pump -_- yay me. We have this thing lifted with 2 hydrolic jacks, 2 jack stands and 3 scissor jacks as a safety support just in case. After about 4 hours of work, several busted knuckles and trying to detach the fill hoses, it finally comes off!! Thinking it would be easier to get his off, since we had just done it already, we get back to his place and lift it up to remove it only to find out there is a difference in the under body between a 2 wheel drive and a 4 wheel drive with the off road package. His had extra sway bars, 1 of which was in the way of lowering the front end of his gas tank. 

We were out in the freezing cold until 10pm before we were finally able to drop his tank and drain the 3/4 of gas that was in it to make it lighter to move around. We get this tank out of there and replace the pump (no big deal there) and get it back underneath his Blazer and lift it into place then start re attaching the fill hoses, fuel lines and the electrical socket. I have him turn the key to give it a quick test before we finish all the work, just in case, and guess what? IT DOESN'T @#$%^$%^ WORK!! I never thought to check the fuel pump relay beforehand because he was told it was a bad fuel pump, I figured they had already checked it. I look for myself and the relay fuse is perfectly fine, must be a short. As soon as I pull the relay block out and turn the case around to see all the wires leading into it, I notice 1 of the wires looks thrashed. I grab the wire to feel it, checking to see if the wire is melted anywhere, THE THING FALLS OUT!! This whole time it was a bad connection. This wire had been taken out, cut and then soldered to the female connector that is inserted into the relay box. I push the wire back inside and plug in the relay to have him check the pump again and as soon as he turns the key... BAM!! It's working!! :) At this point, we both felt a wave of reactions. We were happy, but pretty pissed since we spent the entire day trying to replace the pump when it was a 5 minute job in the end. I was up from 8:30am Friday until 2:00am Sunday morning, got home and slept till noon and had to get back up to put the donor car back together and ended up having to drive to Ozark to pick up a ladder for my mom who needed it in Willard, MO and spent another hour n a half there. I finally finished and got home so I could start my homework at 9:30pm before school in the morning... Best weekend ever... -_-