Three Days. That's Interesting.

So yeah, I leave to go back to Bethany in 3 days. It's been a really relaxing break for me. I haven't done a whole lot, but I did manage to visit a friend in the hospital (he's out now, I think) and see a friend I haven't for a few years.

Peachy-keen, Kids. Peachy-keen.

So, Rick Mc called me up today and I found that I failed two classes last semester. The first one was Greek, but to be honest, I'm not too surprised. The other one was History of Christianity. I figured I probably wouldn't do well in it, seeing how I did horribly on the exam and didn't hand in the paper for it. Ah well. Can't change it now, but it'll just mean that I have to finish the paper for supplemental work next semester. I'll also be two credits short, as well, so what's that gonna mean for me? I won't have a life for a while. And for a while, I might mean all semester, so don't be surprised if you don't see me.

I'm trying not to worry about it. Like I said, there's not much I can do about it now, but if I did have the chance to redo last semester, I would. I'd probably be about $300 richer than I am right now, too. Stupid Xbox.


Well, I guess that's all from me for now. Keep enjoying your break.

I Say We Boycott Headaches.

Sometime last night, randomly, I got a massive headache. It was alright this morning but got really crazy in the afternoon. I think its probably the first time in my life I have ever grimaced in pain from a headache before. I tried to sleep it off by having a nap this afternoon, but it failed miserably. Water didn't help, either. I wasn't rid of it until my mom came up with this crazy concoction that actually worked. It was great.

Speaking of headaches. If you ever read the previous version of my blog, you'd probably remember a little rant I went on about the supposed negativity in metal and hardcore. Like I said, there's this supposed idea, especially within Christian circles, that any music that composes of, or includes any form of screaming or growling, must be, then, angry, negative, hateful, etc. It goes on like that. I can't find greater misconception in music than this. One could only look at the lyrics to Angel Without Wings by Zao to see that it is, in no way, negative or hateful. You could also look at a lot of the lyrics to bands like As I Lay Dying or Demon Hunter and see that they are filled with hope.

So what's the big deal with screaming, anyways? I think the reason its been stereotyped as angry is because of the early stages of the metal genre. A bunch of the lyrics, were, well, violent, hateful, angry, etc. Somehow, a mindset was created that all metal (and now hardcore) is a bad influence and inherently evil. Please. It's like calling every German a Jew-hating Nazi. You can't judge a group of people (or, in this case, a genre) based on the actions of the few.

The point? Destroy your preconceived notions. Read into the lyrics and find out what its saying. "You can scream out of things other than hate."

Mustaches, Handlebars, and Explosions.

Okay, so yesterday, we had this little event called "Dirty Stash Day". It's self-explanitory, and it was a great success. Two girls were grossed out to the point of nearly puking. It was great. I had the thin kaiser going on (two other people were sporting kaisers, too. I reffered to us as Team Kaiser Explosion!.), while many people were sporting mustaches and handlebars. 'Twas a good day, with much fun to be had. Not to mention seeing Leighton and Gil sporting it (with Dave Carey sporting the handlebars), too.

The aftermath? I've never seen a school so clean-shaven. As for me, well, I hate being clean. I always look at myself in the morning and say, "My God, what is that thing?"

Well, that was a complete failure.

So.. Yeah. That whole fasting thing to get all of my assignments finished before December? Yep, didn't work. I've only gotten one assignment under my belt. I still have three papers to write/finish. I still have those books to read. I still have to write a reflection. MY. LIFE. SUCKS.

On a side note, I drove into a ditch today, and man, the van was in there GOOD. We had to get a tractor to pull it out, so that made me and my team late for our CS thing today. 'Twas a good time though. There were many laughs to be shared.

Well, I guess that's all I have at the moment. Have a good day.

PS. Kesler, I am SOO jealous. I want to blow stuff up too.

Up to my usual tricks.

So if you remember anything from the MSN blog last year, you would know that I fasted in December in order to get a few (and by few, I mean two or three) assignments done. Well, I would just like to inform you that I'm at it again. The stakes (did somebody say "steak"?) have been raised, and this one will prove to be much longer than four days. Let me give you a breakdown of what I still have to do yet this semester:

One Research Paper (due last week)
One Exegetical (due Monday)
One Ethical Essay (due the 27th)
Two books to read (one with commentary)
One Presentation (due sometime this month, can't remember)
One Four page reflection paper (due at the end of the month)
Read Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy, and Proverbs

I have a personal deadline set for December 8th (the Christmas Banquet, I'm not gonna skip out on that again this year). It's definitely the undertaking, for sure. If I can finish it by the end of the month, then hey, more power to me.

Wish me luck.

EDIT: I changed it up a bit. One meal a day, that's it (damn you beef dip).

Hello and Welcome.

So, I got this crazy idea to switch over to Blogger awhile ago after using MSN Spaces for so long. I thought it would be a little easier to keep track of what was going with me this way. So welcome.

Let me tell you a story. This is a story of hardship. A hardship like the world has never seen before. I, Cameron Bystrom, am trying to sell my XBOX. Like I mentioned in Sonic Revelry, I willingly, and carelessly shelled over a great amount of money in pursuit of this. After realizing I was broke, and seeing that I really didn't need it, I returned the TV from whence it came and tried to get rid of the Box along with it. I failed. So, there I was. I had an XBOX I could no longer use. So what's a guy to do? Try and sell it in dorms. After two weeks of more failure, I recieved a message of hope on my whiteboard. Alas, someone was interested. So, I leave a message detailing the price, prayed that I would be able to get rid of it, then went on about my business that night.

That same night, he came forward to me. He had told me that he left the money that I was asking for in my room, and that he had taken the XBOX to his car. I rushed over to my room to find it all there, waiting for me. Needless to say, I was pretty freaking excited. I started shouting like a madman and seriously wanted to celebrate. I may of even had alcohol if it was there. It proved to be one of the best nights of my life.

It was Saturday, November 4th, 2006. It was about 9:40am, and I had just woken up. Something started to dawn upon me that morning. I still had the XBOX. I did not have that $150 I was asking for. In fact, I was pissed.