Hiking Mount St. Helens

Hiking Mount St. Helens.

I would hang out with my best adult-hood friend Matthew Thomas Kurtz. I would go to his house. We would play Star Craft, War Craft, Risk, Settlers, Chess, Checkers, Mario, Nintendo, Playstation 3, Magic (card game), and watch movies and shows. We would make videos. We would have many adventures. I miss those good old days.

On one Monday, the 23rd of April 2012, me, Matt, Danny Magna, Mario, and Mikey, rode in Danny's or Mario's car to Mount St. Helen. Matt lives in Vancouver, Washington USA. It took a few hours, even while speeding, to get to the mountain. I had my camcorder. I took some video. Matt turned some of those videos into photos. You can find them on his Facebook (FB). We had some fun while hiking trails for some hours but we did not climb up the mountain. We did not really go up at all. We did see some snow and skiers.



Monday: 23rd of April 2012
27 years old
Mount St. Helens, Gifford Pinchot National Forest, Washington 98616, USA
Joey Arnold, The Original Oatmeal

West Virginia

For my Christmas Break of the year 2006, when I was 21 years old, I lived with a family in West Virginia, miles from my 2nd and current college at that time, which was the Appalachian Bible College.

I watched movies and had discussions with the family members, especially with the father who was encouraging me to be more flexible in my life. He would suggest that I am not as picky when I eat. I should eat whatever people give me instead of asking too many questions that may hurt the feelings of others.

South Carolina

South Carolina.

After attending my first college in New York, I ventured to my second college in West Virginia. For the Thanksgiving break, which is around 7 to 10 days long, I went with a friend to his house in South Carolina (SC). That was my only time, so far, that I have ever been to SC. I am writing this on a Thursday: the 25th of July 2013. We will see what the future holds.

There are like red fire ants down here. This is the most south that I have ever been. My friend's name is like Jared or something. I like the way his father talked. The dad would tell me that while hunting deer that you say that "I'm 'bout da bust one" or something like that. I like their church. i watched the Matrix with the subtitles on at their house. Most of the time, I was just watching movies during my break. I was not wasting my time. I recorded notes on the computer and safe it to like my email or to a thumb drive or something. I studied films, since I am an actor and producer and a jack of many trades.

November 2006
21 years old
Friend's House: South Carolina
Joey Arnold, The Original Oatmeal

But You Are Not Blood

But You Are Not Blood.

My aunt and uncle, Karen and Jim Williams, visit the parents of Karen annually in December for a weekend, usually between Christmas and the New Years. I am not sure when I first knew this, but I think that in 2003, when I was 18 years old, I asked my mom if she could ask her sister Karen if I could tag along.

I went with them twice I believe. I went like in 2003 and 2004 or something like that. Two different years. My aunt and uncle lived in Warrenton, Oregon USA. They drove a few hours to Forest Grove to pick me up. We drive a few hours to Roseburg.

My aunt Karen Williams is the sister of my mom. Their mom died when my mom was about 20 years old. We went to Roseburg to see my mom's dad, Richard "Dick" Erwin Morehead and his new wife "Skip" who kind of talked snobby and proudful about her ancestors or something like that. She kind of wispered that one of her relatives or ancestors may have a labourer, but she'd be ashamed of that. I made a joke, and was serious, at the dinner table, and said to Skip that she is not blood.

Me, Karen, & Jim went back into the car, & Jim was proud of what I said and he would tell others about it. It is something that Jim would say to until he died in August 2008. We were back in the car to see Jim's relatives, which I liked more than my own.



December 2003
18 years old
Roseburg, Oregon, United States
Joey Arnold, The Original Oatmeal

Uncle Jim Williams

Uncle Jim Williams


I started seeing Uncle Jim Williams and Aunt Karen Williams at our house and at their house and at other places from early on.