Faded Silence |

Well it’s that time,

This is the last blog I will be writing. 

With only 8 days left in Satan’s butt hole aka “The Hill”, my

high school career has come to and end. 

As much as I loathe the maturity level of these “people” I’m going to miss 

having the mental security of what to expect for the coming years. 

And most of all I’m going to miss HTV,  this is the place that I can come and 

open up and share my creativity in ways that I didn’t even know where possible. 

I am going to miss the warm welcoming feeling and sense of family

that these like minded folks have to share. 

Going out and getting to view the world in your own way, capture that and 

then share it to whomever is willing to watch and listen. 

Discovering peoples stories, lives, and journeys and to be the one 

to broadcast it is absolutely incredible. But see, the thing that sucks is 

that everyone else joined a year earlier than I did, don’t get me wrong, I am

extremely grateful for the time I got. But why wouldn’t you want to spend 

more time with the most incredible program and people in the world. 

If I could stay just for HTV alone then I would. 

It’s been a great, I really couldn’t have asked for a better experience. 

Thank to every single one of you guys on the HTV staff and especially Coach. 

I can’t thank you guys enough for being who you are and so much a part of my life. 

I love you guys. 

As cheesy as leaving you with advice is, the few things I would 

have to leave you with are…

- The only reason someone is going to tell you to that your dreams are stupid, or that you can’t follow them is because they didn’t believe in themselves. Because they didn’t have the guts to chase after what captivated their heart. So please for the sake of everyone whose trying to believe in something or themselves, don’t be that guy. 

- Whatever it is that you desire to do, do it. There are only so many tomorrows. 

- You were born with the ability to change someone’s life, don’t waste it. 

- You can’t change the past, but you can make history. 

- And finally, don’t hold grudges, if something in the past is bugging you, please for the sake of yourself, let it go. Its dragging you down, its draining your joy and consuming your life. Forgive each other, move on and live on love. Not crappy televised “love”, but more like a 1 Corinthians 13 kind of love. 

I’m going to miss you guys. 

Well I hope you guys take it easy and knock ‘em out next year. 

Thanks again guys. 

- Andrew Edwards

PS. You better have a freakin’ awesome set designer. H00T!!! (;

A ducks quack doesnt echo,and nobody knows why

Charlie Brown’s father was a barber

The word “nerd” was first coined by Dr. Seuss in “If I Ran the Zoo.”

7.5 million toothpicks can be created from a cord of wood

The elephant is the only animal with 4 knees.

There are exactly 216 noodles in every can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup

Earthworms have five hearts

Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated. 

Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.

All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill.

Mr. Rogers was an ordained minister

A man’s beard contains between 7000 and 15,000 hairs

Blue birds can’t see the color blue.

Growing up isn’t all its cracked up to be. 

A wise man once said

“Blow up your TV, throw away your paper, go into the country, and build you a home.” 

And as of right now, these words mean more to me than ever before. I don’t really enjoy this whole growing up thing. Yeah, I love getting to drive and stay out late with my friends and all that,but honestly, none of that even compares to being a child and not knowing what death, drugs, sex, and money are. 

I would much rather be playing Star Wars VS. Grizzly Bears in my back yard till sun set rather than having to deal with the media/world’s corrupted views. 

Today you can’t watch an “innocent” TV program with out having some commercial or insert having to “hint” at a sexual reference or something along those lines. It doesn’t matter if it’s a commercial for Pepsi or a new sandwich at Burger King. 

I miss having only my imagination and a blanket cape. 

I miss thinking cooties were the most evil thing in the world,

Instead of learning and hearing abut STD’s. 

I miss collecting pennies in my piggy bank, instead of paying car insurance. 

I miss thinking that my town was as big as the world got.

And all of this corruption and miscommunication sickens me. Literally I am about ready to blow up my TV, throw away my paper, go into the country, and build me a home. But sadly its time to put on my big boy britches and deal with it.

Or change the world.  

I’m needed a good dose of summer evenings.

Many families have several Christmas traditions, such as caroling, watching Christmas classics like “A Christmas Story”, “Miracle On 34th St.”, “Elf” and “Christmas Vacation”. And don’t forget the infamous Christmas dinners. The majority of families gather round a festively decorated tabled full of ham, rolls and other classic homemade treats. But my family Christmas Eve dinner is far from homemade. After all the gifts have been ripped open and scattered all across our living room it’s time for the annual feast. The wretched stench of sweet heavenly grease floods our house. That’s right folks, we dine on good ol’ Mickey D’s for Christmas Eve dinner. It’s been a tradition in my family even before my brother and I were born. The Golden Arches have been apart of our December 24th for over 23 years. The tradition is still very much a big part of our family to this day, and I hope to keep it going for several generations more. Even though it started out to be all for kicks and grins, it’s a great way to keep my Grandpa’s whacky ideas and traditions abundant in our lives. As odd as it is having McDonalds for Christmas Eve dinner, its our way of honoring a great and loving man who was unlike any other. 

It was about four or five months into my third grade year at Truman Elementary, I had made all of my friends and things were solid. I knew who would cover for me and have my back even if I did “push Jessica off the jungle gym”. And if i got sent to “The Wall” I know who would be right there by my side. But it was about that time for the new kid. He was in my class and he was quite a strange fellow. He smelled like fruit snacks, stale morning maple syrup that crusted on the side of this mouth, Sunny D  and possibly that he wet the bed the night before and didn’t tell mommy and daddy. It was time for recess and we all scurried out on to the play ground like eager little munchkins ready to fight the “dastardly monsters” and fly out in to the depths of space with “light sabers” ablaze. But before we did that, we had to have “initiation”. I pulled the new kid aside and let him know he was with “cool kids”. But! there was one little thing he had to do before he was part of our rude dude posse. He had to pee on The Tree. ( Now The Tree isn’t just any ol’ tree, it was the tree of all trees. It was the tree that stood alone with no other tree’s within half a play ground. The Tree was shaped in such a way you could sit in it like it was your throne, as your followers sat in front of you on the booger crusted blue bench. The Tree was legit. ) So the new kid wanted to be accepted so without any hesitation he dropped his trousers and whizzed on The Tree. We all busted up laughing and couldn’t believe that he actually did it, and just like that he was in. But before we knew it, one of the teachers was on their way to bust up the pee fest and we knew we where in for it. We all got yelled at and got sent to “The Wall”. But as we stood on the wall watching all the other kids playing and having fun, we held our heads high and knew that we had set a Truman Elementary first. The new kid and I became the best of friends, and we still talk to this day. His name is Tyler Haymes. 

Fall is definitely the best time of the year.

I have been waiting for so long for it to be hoodie weather again, and finally its here! I can start layering jackets and bundling up! It’s starting to cool down and mellow out, the leafs are barley starting to change color and it is perfect.

Cool afternoons and chilly nights, perfect weather for cuddling up around a fire with my lady. Sippin’ on some hot coco with maple syrup and roasting some mellows. 

It’s not too hot, and not too cold, fall is perfection. 

Well this is the first blog that I have to write for HTV this year, so here goes nothin’!

I am so over people wearing things that they definitely shouldn’t be wearing.

It’s been said before but I feel like I need to reiterate. ” Just because it comes in that size doesn’t mean you should wear/buy it. “

I don’t care what kind of “body type” you have, there are things that should never been seen in public. Please just do us all a favor and put it away! Men are wearing banana hammock’s and frankly it’s disgusting! I don’t care if your abs better than the guys from “300” or not, no one needs to see that much of anyone in public ever. And plus it’s creepy how tight they are. Grown women are buying bikinis that are made for 13 year olds, and the odd thing is it doesn’t matter if your 120 pounds or 320 pounds. It’s nasty either way. And what’s with old people being ridiculously tan and wearing thongs (not flip-flops) and Speedo’s?

Most people think this is only a problem for “fat” or “Obese” people, and that’s where they are wrong. Girls are starting to wear “Short-shorts” that are SO short, their butt cheeks are hanging out! regardless of their age, weather they be wrinkly or not! And don’t even get me started on the “cool kids” that wear their pants to their knees while wearing a belt! This is an epidemic and hopefully just a fad.

So I think I speak for every one when I say, “Put your crack, cleavage, muffin tops, and love handles away!”

- Andrew :)

 ²² Then Jesus said to the disciples, “Have faith in God. ²³ I tell you the truth, you can say to this mountain, ‘May you be lifted up and thrown into the sea,’ and it will happen. But you must really believe it will happen and have no doubt in your heart. ²⁴ I tell you, you can pray for anything, and if you believe that you’ve received it, it will be yours.