Showtime has been my alter-ego for the past year or so and it seems that his time has finally come to an end as I've realized what my priorities truly are. I've used him as an excuse to be obnoxious, disrespectful, unpleasant, sarcastic, and annoying. I thought it would bring me more friends and attention, but it has done quite the opposite as my friends have been driven away and I've been left in the destruction caused by Showtime.
Also, this declaration means that this blog will be dormant in cyberspace as it relates to Showtime and his antics. He has made his imprint on the world and forfeits.
Hello. My name is Connor Harkness Walker.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Showtime's Last Words
An apology is a written or spoken expression of one's regret, remorse, or sorrow for having insulted, failed, injured, or wronged another person. It's taken me years to realize the negative effect that I've had on the ones that I really enjoy spending time with and truly admire.
Mr. Kaleb is the catalyst of this revolutionizing movement towards me becoming a nice guy who doesn't just care about himself. Playing basketball with him has truly been inspiring by witnessing his acrobatic lay-ups with two hands or even watching the "rocket pass" soar to a teammate for an easy score. I appreciate his constant smile and his ability to listen to my complaints. This Mountain View safety has defiantly knocked some sense into me and I thank him for it.
Mr. Nate is my constant companion and is always there for support. I appreciate all of the times that he has defended my mistakes and flaws by risking his own neck and social status. I apologize for ignoring and disrespecting him during the junior high journey and yet expecting his friendship. With his comedic relief and smooth stroke from behind the arc, I hope that me and him will continue to be friends.
Miss Sherri is my amazing new friend and loyal Prom date who maintained such an unbelievable sense of patience and kindness during our adventure. She is one of the most understanding people I've ever met and so talented at everything she does. I was unappreciative and disrespectful of her. I want to apologize for embarrassing her on our day date and dinner, even though she specifically asked me not to. There is a fine line between being funny and being respectful which I didn't have. From now on, this is not the case. I should have listened to her and acted like a gentleman.
Miss Lauren is a fantastic young woman with so many positive attributes who once was a great friend until I lost her through my own selfish desires and mistakes over the years. I didn't appreciate her caring intentions or thoughtful actions. She deserves the best and the honest truth from the beginning about everything. I hope I'll clarify anything that has caused her or anyone to question my integrity.
At Lakeridge, while I was with her, I manipulated the situation and began to like one of her best friends behind her back. I was extremely dishonest and disloyal during this time. I hurt her and was unfair to everyone involved. I was immature and scared. I hid behind my cousin and used her as an excuse to not talk to Lauren. I think some of these past feelings still exist because it has never been discussed. Lauren did nothing wrong and I'm the one to blame for all of the contention that I caused during my year at Lakeridge.
Also, I want to apologize for Sadies'. She asked me very creatively and with hope for resolving our past. I was so self-centered because I told Lauren that I refused to go on numerous occasions. Also, I didn't listen to her requests and I mocked any conversation she tried to start. At the dance, I never made eye-contact and I demonstrated no energy during any song. I was a pathetic and awful date. I sincerely apologize for everything and I hope that this is the right step towards me and her becoming friends again.
I want to truly apologize to everyone that I've offended with an ignorant comment or sarcastic insult. These are things of the past and I'll never cross the line that has now been clearly drawn. I appreciate everyone around me and all of their effort in reaching out.
Mr. Kaleb is the catalyst of this revolutionizing movement towards me becoming a nice guy who doesn't just care about himself. Playing basketball with him has truly been inspiring by witnessing his acrobatic lay-ups with two hands or even watching the "rocket pass" soar to a teammate for an easy score. I appreciate his constant smile and his ability to listen to my complaints. This Mountain View safety has defiantly knocked some sense into me and I thank him for it.
Mr. Nate is my constant companion and is always there for support. I appreciate all of the times that he has defended my mistakes and flaws by risking his own neck and social status. I apologize for ignoring and disrespecting him during the junior high journey and yet expecting his friendship. With his comedic relief and smooth stroke from behind the arc, I hope that me and him will continue to be friends.
Miss Sherri is my amazing new friend and loyal Prom date who maintained such an unbelievable sense of patience and kindness during our adventure. She is one of the most understanding people I've ever met and so talented at everything she does. I was unappreciative and disrespectful of her. I want to apologize for embarrassing her on our day date and dinner, even though she specifically asked me not to. There is a fine line between being funny and being respectful which I didn't have. From now on, this is not the case. I should have listened to her and acted like a gentleman.
Miss Lauren is a fantastic young woman with so many positive attributes who once was a great friend until I lost her through my own selfish desires and mistakes over the years. I didn't appreciate her caring intentions or thoughtful actions. She deserves the best and the honest truth from the beginning about everything. I hope I'll clarify anything that has caused her or anyone to question my integrity.
At Lakeridge, while I was with her, I manipulated the situation and began to like one of her best friends behind her back. I was extremely dishonest and disloyal during this time. I hurt her and was unfair to everyone involved. I was immature and scared. I hid behind my cousin and used her as an excuse to not talk to Lauren. I think some of these past feelings still exist because it has never been discussed. Lauren did nothing wrong and I'm the one to blame for all of the contention that I caused during my year at Lakeridge.
Also, I want to apologize for Sadies'. She asked me very creatively and with hope for resolving our past. I was so self-centered because I told Lauren that I refused to go on numerous occasions. Also, I didn't listen to her requests and I mocked any conversation she tried to start. At the dance, I never made eye-contact and I demonstrated no energy during any song. I was a pathetic and awful date. I sincerely apologize for everything and I hope that this is the right step towards me and her becoming friends again.
I want to truly apologize to everyone that I've offended with an ignorant comment or sarcastic insult. These are things of the past and I'll never cross the line that has now been clearly drawn. I appreciate everyone around me and all of their effort in reaching out.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I've Been Chastised
For the past 15 days, I've been too busy with school and basketball. I lost my passion for writing and I allowed Showtime's Palace to turn into an old and rusty shack. I've found my passion and I'm ready to compete with V. She must fancy me a little to invite me back into the wonderful life of blogging. Her words cut deep into my soul as she denied her blog to be put on tape for me or anyone else. She allowed my inner artist to burst out of my tall frame! I thank her for showing me the way, but she must prepare to step up her game! Not sure how long someone, even as talented and entertaining as V, can continue to write about a strong negative connection to the hottest pair of shoes in the universe, they're are a hit and burn calories as you sit!
On a quick note concerning Sadie's... Showtime's Palace is still quite vacant and lonely. But for guys that have their Palace occupied by an amazing young woman and still waiting to say yes, wait no longer Showtime's Palace is filled to the grand ceiling with fantastic ideas. Might just have to save one for me, but if I don't get asked... I'll reveal all and will find emotional comfort by eating chocolate-chip cookies and playing my trustworthy x-box for a few long weeks. I'll stop playing when the tears stop streaming down my face of sorrow and despair. I'm sure this is a very common coping strategy, so don't leave any of us alone.
C'mon ladies! It's showtime!
On a quick note concerning Sadie's... Showtime's Palace is still quite vacant and lonely. But for guys that have their Palace occupied by an amazing young woman and still waiting to say yes, wait no longer Showtime's Palace is filled to the grand ceiling with fantastic ideas. Might just have to save one for me, but if I don't get asked... I'll reveal all and will find emotional comfort by eating chocolate-chip cookies and playing my trustworthy x-box for a few long weeks. I'll stop playing when the tears stop streaming down my face of sorrow and despair. I'm sure this is a very common coping strategy, so don't leave any of us alone.
C'mon ladies! It's showtime!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Introducing: Showtime's Sexy Tips
I've been informed that girls want to go on dates, not just school dance dates. Crazy? It's hard to understand, as guys, but we should step it up! Showtime will lead the charge and allow some very special lady into his palace!
Leave a couple successful date ideas and a couple stories too. I don't mind a break from storytelling sometimes.
Leave a couple successful date ideas and a couple stories too. I don't mind a break from storytelling sometimes.
Dealt with Hate
Hate is a powerful emotion that dominates the ideals and actions of many through out all of time. This euphoric concept is quite deceitful as it silences sorrow and suffering, while generating artificial happiness. Many hate a lot of things, but I only hate a few.
I love the sport of football, but just happen to hate the New England Patriots and their ignorant fans who embarrass themselves and the city of Boston. Let's take a journey... Boston was a horrible team before Tom Brady, without the hair or dramatized plays there was a consistent 11 Patriots fans. Beginning to win and win big, the "band wagon" rolled in and thousands piled on.
To be sworn to an athletic team means you need to have physical and emotional connections. My squad, the Pittsburgh Steelers, have been the Harkness' team for decades. Harkness is my middle name and my mother's maiden name, if you got lost. Most "Boston" fans have never been to Boston and struggle to find it on a map. Arrogance and stupidity run deep in Boston. They lack the class and sophistication of Yankees fans, like myself.
I truly and strongly dislike the demonic practice of performing card games anywhere at anytime. Emotionally belittled and embarrassed for years by my competitive grandparents, I've developed a rough spot in my heart for those smiling royalty and assortment of colored numbers. Before I took a stand against the humiliating torture, me and my sister would be placed in a series of awkward scenarios. The scenarios, with our compliance, resulted in Game Night sleepovers at the grandparent's. Entering the dungeon of bad feelings and numerous losses, I prepared for a very long night. Too long, I quickly realized after five minutes. Hours go by and I'm still left with no wins, just 19 tough losses. My only relief is the drowsiness and slight joy provided by my water "spiked" with benadryl.
I apologize for my short temper when asked to play, try to understand my circumstances. Card games are fun until you get dealt a hand of hate. I haven't played every card game, if you think you can make me overcome my tortuous past and enjoy the game of cards... Don't be a hata', I want you playa'!
I love the sport of football, but just happen to hate the New England Patriots and their ignorant fans who embarrass themselves and the city of Boston. Let's take a journey... Boston was a horrible team before Tom Brady, without the hair or dramatized plays there was a consistent 11 Patriots fans. Beginning to win and win big, the "band wagon" rolled in and thousands piled on.
To be sworn to an athletic team means you need to have physical and emotional connections. My squad, the Pittsburgh Steelers, have been the Harkness' team for decades. Harkness is my middle name and my mother's maiden name, if you got lost. Most "Boston" fans have never been to Boston and struggle to find it on a map. Arrogance and stupidity run deep in Boston. They lack the class and sophistication of Yankees fans, like myself.
I truly and strongly dislike the demonic practice of performing card games anywhere at anytime. Emotionally belittled and embarrassed for years by my competitive grandparents, I've developed a rough spot in my heart for those smiling royalty and assortment of colored numbers. Before I took a stand against the humiliating torture, me and my sister would be placed in a series of awkward scenarios. The scenarios, with our compliance, resulted in Game Night sleepovers at the grandparent's. Entering the dungeon of bad feelings and numerous losses, I prepared for a very long night. Too long, I quickly realized after five minutes. Hours go by and I'm still left with no wins, just 19 tough losses. My only relief is the drowsiness and slight joy provided by my water "spiked" with benadryl.
I apologize for my short temper when asked to play, try to understand my circumstances. Card games are fun until you get dealt a hand of hate. I haven't played every card game, if you think you can make me overcome my tortuous past and enjoy the game of cards... Don't be a hata', I want you playa'!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Blood Vs. Vanity Crap
As a distinguished member of H.O.S.A, at my beloved high school, I had the fantastic opportunity of managing the Check-In Station of the blood drive. All day, I checked names, looked at driver's licenses, and weighed very nervous teenagers flooding through small awkward doors of the small gym. Not only productive, but official was how I rolled with my professional club t-shirt. I expected respect when I got the power in this situation, but that didn't happen much. I just got past over in the process many times, possibly a compliment. Imagining with all of my positive power, I believe that the dozens of students walking past me were because I was quite thin and hard to see. I have been trying to eliminate a couple calories a day from my diet, resulting in a solid 0.017 pounds weight loss so far. I'll continue to work on it, but the large assortment of treats were too delicious to avoid. For some reason, chocolate chip cookies of any brand know me and I know them. They desire to be eaten, I often oblige to their ridiculous request. Yet more interesting then cookies that can communicate through brain waves were the staff working in the blood drive.
A talented receptionist near my station dominated the scene with her orders and swift speed in typing information into her outdated laptop. Her name is Esther, often tormented with another name... Uncle Fester, she is a wonderful woman who satisfied her boredom with talking to me. I know everything about this West Jordan native and her husband Scott. She demanded her wedding be on a date that she could remember, it was decided that 09/08/07 would work. Showtime was deeply scarred by our conversation about her weight, even though it was quite informative about the female brain. She was a runner in high school, but got in a car accident and damaged her spine. Preventing her from movement for years, she eventually became "fluffy". No matter, what matters is on the inside! Esther is a quick witted, honest, and hard-working lady. She has the personality, just needs a pair of Shape-ups to become a solid beach babe.
More entertaining then cookies with personalities or genuinely grand women are kids mesmerized by blood. In the process of screening teenagers from donors, weight becomes a issue. Due to facts of low blood pressure and size, many short girls were turned down due to being too skinny. Bulk up ladies! As a man and blood drive supervisor, I like my women with more smiles and less protruding bones.
Quick fact: Every 20 pounds= 1 pint of blood. Also, you can lose up to 4 pints of blood without a serious complication.
Most enjoyable was the passion of these denied donors either for foreign traveling, low iron, or blood pressure issues. As a battle cry from the hall, "I know that I have the blood that everyone needs! I know it, people will die because you won't let me in!" Not effective, but very valiant.
Overall, donate some of your life source to the world. A quick 45 minutes of your day, the workers just jam a large straw into your arm and take turns sucking, then spitting your coagulated blood into opened Ziploc bags. Very clean and always very effective. Not sure if the donors or nurses get more light headed. You be the judge. If you don't donate, how fun is it letting little kids die?
A talented receptionist near my station dominated the scene with her orders and swift speed in typing information into her outdated laptop. Her name is Esther, often tormented with another name... Uncle Fester, she is a wonderful woman who satisfied her boredom with talking to me. I know everything about this West Jordan native and her husband Scott. She demanded her wedding be on a date that she could remember, it was decided that 09/08/07 would work. Showtime was deeply scarred by our conversation about her weight, even though it was quite informative about the female brain. She was a runner in high school, but got in a car accident and damaged her spine. Preventing her from movement for years, she eventually became "fluffy". No matter, what matters is on the inside! Esther is a quick witted, honest, and hard-working lady. She has the personality, just needs a pair of Shape-ups to become a solid beach babe.
More entertaining then cookies with personalities or genuinely grand women are kids mesmerized by blood. In the process of screening teenagers from donors, weight becomes a issue. Due to facts of low blood pressure and size, many short girls were turned down due to being too skinny. Bulk up ladies! As a man and blood drive supervisor, I like my women with more smiles and less protruding bones.
Quick fact: Every 20 pounds= 1 pint of blood. Also, you can lose up to 4 pints of blood without a serious complication.
Most enjoyable was the passion of these denied donors either for foreign traveling, low iron, or blood pressure issues. As a battle cry from the hall, "I know that I have the blood that everyone needs! I know it, people will die because you won't let me in!" Not effective, but very valiant.
Overall, donate some of your life source to the world. A quick 45 minutes of your day, the workers just jam a large straw into your arm and take turns sucking, then spitting your coagulated blood into opened Ziploc bags. Very clean and always very effective. Not sure if the donors or nurses get more light headed. You be the judge. If you don't donate, how fun is it letting little kids die?
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Birthday Special: Robbed by Roberts
There is a thief who roams the hoods of South Orem and everyday steals something from everyone around her. The thing she seeks no one wants, but everyone deals with it during their struggles of failed math tests or the hundredth time your smokin' hot crush walks by without recognizing your existence. The simple fact is all of us have endured hardships, therefore in our hearts and minds we begin to build up a supply of negativity.
This creature of the night shines so bright with happiness and innocence that magical hands collect every one's negativity around her and turn it into an uplifting rhythm of joy and smiles. This good witch is called many positive names, but most of us call her Kelsey Roberts.
I remember the first time I experienced her calming effects nearly two years ago. I was heading over to the hottest and baddest party in town, blinded by the flashing lights of a rotating disco ball and being subjected to appropriate, yet classy, selections from the hit list... I was prepared for a wild night. Making this party rock was me and the rest of my stake dressed in an array of modest costumes. I just happened to be a talented California Raisin ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_California_Raisins), while Roberts dominated the cowgirl look. We danced it up, I knew it was meant to be.
Showtime did have a relationship with Roberts, but unfortunately that Showtime was immature, indecisive, and most importantly not as good looking or as funny. It ended. As always, she was great with her creative word searches and amazing stories. Between me being selfish or just unable to understand my emotions, I didn't make my ninth grade love story happen.
Because of it though, I was able to meet two fantastic ladies. Once again those emotions burst into the scene, the only message I got was abandon ship. It's taken sometime, but I'm closer to understanding and embracing my complex emotions.
Ripping my mind from the past and experiencing the present, I've been so happy to spend some great nights with the gang. This gang is full of unbelievable people, especially Roberts. I often call this group my team because we all have a common goal to have a fantastic time! This day Kelsey Roberts is MVP of my team or any other team! Let's continue to celebrate our anniversary of a solid and super fun friendship!
Kelsey Roberts is always welcome in Showtime's Palace!
This creature of the night shines so bright with happiness and innocence that magical hands collect every one's negativity around her and turn it into an uplifting rhythm of joy and smiles. This good witch is called many positive names, but most of us call her Kelsey Roberts.
I remember the first time I experienced her calming effects nearly two years ago. I was heading over to the hottest and baddest party in town, blinded by the flashing lights of a rotating disco ball and being subjected to appropriate, yet classy, selections from the hit list... I was prepared for a wild night. Making this party rock was me and the rest of my stake dressed in an array of modest costumes. I just happened to be a talented California Raisin ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_California_Raisins), while Roberts dominated the cowgirl look. We danced it up, I knew it was meant to be.
Showtime did have a relationship with Roberts, but unfortunately that Showtime was immature, indecisive, and most importantly not as good looking or as funny. It ended. As always, she was great with her creative word searches and amazing stories. Between me being selfish or just unable to understand my emotions, I didn't make my ninth grade love story happen.
Because of it though, I was able to meet two fantastic ladies. Once again those emotions burst into the scene, the only message I got was abandon ship. It's taken sometime, but I'm closer to understanding and embracing my complex emotions.
Ripping my mind from the past and experiencing the present, I've been so happy to spend some great nights with the gang. This gang is full of unbelievable people, especially Roberts. I often call this group my team because we all have a common goal to have a fantastic time! This day Kelsey Roberts is MVP of my team or any other team! Let's continue to celebrate our anniversary of a solid and super fun friendship!
Kelsey Roberts is always welcome in Showtime's Palace!
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