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SO IT SHRIVELED. MY BAD. WHEN IT GETS BIG AGAIN, I'LL STICK IT IN RIGHT. HERE. -----> <----- PROM ISE and I'll leave this too.
It was dark and cloudy all day today, it also rained a little and hailed a little before going back to just being dark and cloudy and a little cold. It was a nice break from the sunshine; I don't care for the summer too much. Something about constantly feeling moist and sweaty just isn't very appealing.

We went on a field trip to a cemetery. Third graders went on a field trip to our school. They seemed very interested in jumping off the tower. I must admit, I've considered doing this before as well. It would be fun before well, you died. So scratch that idea, be cool if they connected the high school and a downtown “skyscraper” with a zip line though (I say “skyscraper” because this is Kansas and we are not known for such architecture) I hate my creative writing class. I hate the teacher because she is an overgrown girl scout. I hate the guys because they are either redneck-stoners or morons who truly believe they're artistic. Most of the girls are hot, I hate them because they won't have sex with me, and given my present state of hormone overload that is more than reason enough. Now I promised you my opinion on taking pictures so here it is. Smiling, I hate people who smile in photos and I despise people who ask me to smile in photos. If you want me to smile, tell me joke or show me your boobs. Otherwise, fuck you. Figuratively, of course. I liked the way photographs were taken in the old days. People looked more dignified. It's okay to smile in a picture but only if it's natural, a forced smile is cruel and unusual punishment. I don't care for any sort of posed picture actually, I like them all to be of subject caught in the act of doing something, and no, posing does NOT count as doing something. That pretty much only applies to people though, obviously I don't expect that car snapshot you took for Autotrader.com to have milk spewing from its nose.

Good news, Best Buy called me for a job interview and I will not blow it this time, I just won't. However, I'm so much better at filling out applications then I am at doing interviews. I think when people see my apps their like "Wow." then when people see me their like "Yikes". I've been told I somehow come across as both cocky and shy. Don't ask me how, I couldn't tell you. I'm not the shit head that suggested this. Someone asked me today why I was so weird, and then asked if my whole family was as strange or if it was just me. I couldn't answer because I never thought of my self as strange I'm not even sure what this means, exactly. All I know is I get this a lot, and I wonder if managers feel the same way when they interview me. I wonder if Tim and Travis spoke with me and thought I don't want this weirdo, on the floor with our customers. So I guess this time around I'll have to try to act more like a team player (cuz I heard they love that) even though I'm a notorious loner; and I suppose I'll have to act more like a people person. I am a people-person. I love people; but in the same way children love goldfish -- they're fun to watch and fun to poke, but other than that they kinda stink. Anyway I need the money and can't afford to miss this opportunity, so I guess I'll practice. Remember Nathan, do shake the guys hand, don't stare at him, do answer his questions, don’t lie, and most importantly don’t get to comfortable, you should never refer to someone as an ass-fucker in the presence of a potential employer.

"The very essence of the creative is its novelty, and hence we have no standard by which to judge it." - Carl Rogers

*sniff* "Anyone else smell oranges, dog shit?" "Peppermint?" "Spiders?" "They AREN'T really spiders, are they?" "I'm still talking about it, because I still feel like talking about it"

Lay of My day

Today no cute Hawaiian girls gave me leis. Nor did I get laid. Didn't get laid off from a job either because I have no job. I did lay on the floor in the library during lunch, but they kicked me out and said that I couldn't sleep there. Okay so here is the day for me. It was humid today and overcast. Yes I don't think I saw the sun all day. Too bad.
YOU EVER JUST EAT BACON BITS? THEY'RE TASTY!!! MMMmmm
Wish I knew how to pUt picTurs in th e Blogg I found some interesting ones on the thing that all the computers are linked to. Don worrie No SpEag
Took a very hard US History test today and a quasi-challenging physics quiz. Now some random stuff: Heard they might kick start the draft, guess I'll head north to Canada, I'll have company too; AJ wants to live there because he heard they were more relaxed on laws concerning marijuana but I'm not sure if this is true or not of course there are other countries to flee to (LOL like I'd go to Mexico, it would be funny to pass all the other people coming in though). It would be easy to get into France, just play basketball in college then get rejected from the NBA here in the U.S. Just kidding I'd never be a draft dodger, I'm too patriotic for that . . . . . besides I could write a book on the medical reasons keeping me out. A car will be given away as a prom door prize, it’s sitting out on the school lawn surrounded by yellow tape. Just a crappy old ford but a car no less, could at least sell it for $1000.00 It would be funny if someone stole it. You could pretty easily, just break out a window put it in neutral and push it home. Now that I’m on the subject of cars I guess I should mention that I was almost run over today. My mom saw a bug in her car so she told me to come help her find it, when I opened the door she took her foot off the break and it rolled down the hill, I got out of the way before the door knocked me over though. Okay that’s it I’m going to go do some stuff the end.
itz jus so much easirerer miey wayyyyyyyhhh

"Did you identify with the character you played?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I played a psychopathic-flesh-eating-robot." - Notting Hill

Buried In Work

So, busy. This year's Worst Website Awards go to Quizzila and Rotten.com for being equally revolting. Don't agree? Well, fuck you.

"The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost." - William Carlos Williams

And how! English extra credit anyone? ( I have a D+ this quarter)

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F and U! :-)

2nd Ferengi Rule of Acquisition: The best deal is the one that brings the most profit!

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Today was pretty cool, I had all my classes like every Monday. None of them were hard though. In French 3 the exchange students from France and Belgium gave power point presentations on their countries. Ah, power point. I love that that app, it has made so many assignments easier! Instead of weight lifting all the juniors and seniors went to a presentation on voting. I'd love to vote but I don't want to register because then Iwill be in The System and I can't let that happen. With the electoral crap one vote really does not make a difference. Oh yeah did I mention the presentation on voting was presented by WWE wrestlers? I thought that was weird but kind of interesting. Everyone seemed to know who they were but I'm not a big wrestling fan. It's fake. Sorry guys, you can complain all you want but it is fake as the advantage baseball players imagine they get from using corked bats.
"Can you smell what the Rock is cooking?"
"It's not delivery, it's DiGiorno."

I hope "The" isn't part of "The Rock's" name. As if "Rock" isn't bad enough.....

More To Come...

"Bodies are for hookers and fat people, all I need is a wad of cash with a head wraped around it!" - Bender

I got lucky on Friday, no I didn't have sex. I got lucky because in one of the computers I found a disk containing all the next assignments in keyboarding; already typed and final included! Naturally, I stole this disk and took it home. The next two weeks are going to be a piece of cake, I'll just copy and paste every document then I'm free to surf the web all class. I just hope she doesn't change the final before I take it. I had little homework today so that means lots of TV for me. I hardly ever watch MTV but I think maybe I'll start, Viva La Bam is really funny.

Four hours later,
Wow what a great day! I’d usually be doing my homework right now but I finished it early so that means I can give TV my full attention this time. Ever seen Arrested Development? Good stuff! It gets even better, today I bought a new car from a guy in Olathea. Okay, so it’s not new-new it’s used-new. It’s identical to my old Volvo only it’s silver instead of white and oh yeah no giant dents or holes on all four sides. There are a few problems but luckily they can all be fixed using parts from my old car. 1 really wrecked car + 1 somewhat crappy car = 1 decent car. On the way home we saw a cowboy riding along the highway seemingly into the sunset, LOL only in Kansas. Hey, isn’t it illegal to bring animals on the highway? Lots more good stuff coming on TV: Deadwood the Sopranos, Faking It, The Naked Gun...it's going to be hard to choose.



"Failure is the opportunity to begin again, more intelligently." - Henry Ford

Grrrr

Well, it's Saturday. I've got a lot of stuff to do heres the plan, 1. get new mattress for my bed 2. get (hopefully) a job 3. home work There is really not much else to comment on, ahouls any interesting event take place I'll be sure to stick it here.

LOL

http://www.ubersite.com/m/24324
HA HA HA HA I ANSWERED YES TO THEM ALL!

"I don't want to fail and end up in summer school! There's no air conditioning and half the kids are pregnant!" - King of the Hill

Holy Crap, er air.

CLICKY Holy smoke, so Christians are doing more these days than cramming their theology down my throat. Way to go Christies! LOL I just love mocking religion. I kinda disagree with the thing about protecting God’s creation, what about protecting the environment just because ya know….WE LIVE THERE!

Today Tabitha said to me that she didn't believe in evolution because everything about our bodies was so perfect it had to be intelligent design and not random, as if there was some grandiose plan behind everything in life. So when I noticed there was a blank spot in her book right where I needed one I proclaimed it as a sign from God. And that time I found 50 cents on the floor right when I wanted a Dew, obviously part of God's plan. I'm not saying I believe in evolution though, both theories seem a little hokey if you ask me. At this point, I'm far to ignorant to proclaim to know anything about the universe and the beginnings of life on this planet, and I suspect I always will be.

“I’m going home to play video games, eat fritos and jack off to Charmed, that ought to hold off maturity for a few years” – This Just In

Unrest and Uncertainty

Today seemed to pass quickly, and since it is Friday you don’t understand how grateful for that I am. I left my cars headlights on during first hour but somebody took the pass yesterday, decided not to make a getaway and was not kind enough to return it. That meant no pass for our class, most teachers would still allow students to go to the bathroom etc. but Mrs. Bonner is and OCD bitch and won’t allow anyone to leave class without following “proper procedure”. If I had a penny for every time I wanted to punch her in her wrinkled old face, I could pay Bill Gates to bring me my coffee. Really, the things I’ve mentioned in my posts really don’t do her bitchiness justice, as Dean would say “you had to be there”. So of course I sneaked out to turn them off before my battery died. I get to school pretty late which means I have to park far from the building, by the time I got back to class. It was time to hand in our tables and reports and I had only finished a third of mine. Lucky for me Brendan finished keying his, and after he printed he switched my name with his and printed a second copy that I could turn in; I owe him one.

In English we watched Stand By Me, I’m pretty sure this isn’t related to any sort of assignment. Mrs. Harris just happened to have the tape on her shelf so popped it in to occupy time. She wasn’t even here today, probably getting more surgery, or maybe she just didn’t feel like coming. I haven’t seen a movie in a long time, if it wasn’t for school I’d probably start to feel withdrawal. Rather than going to weight lifting we attended a seminar on bullying and sexual harassment. In creative writing we looked at old year books and played with the teachers new puppy. My school schedule has gone insane, half of my classes are mind numbingly easy and the other half are so difficult each assignment is punishment. I was lucky to have only easy classes today, I’ll need the down time to do work for my hard classes come Monday. Teachers, like students seem to have chosen one of two paths, either they are going to press on even harder or just give up completely. I’m not sure where I stand in regards to this but probably somewhere in the middle which is obvious when you take a took at my astoundingly average grades.

Went job hunting again today, Jason got lucky, I didn’t. I’m starting to become annoyed by this. Jason said he would put in a good word for me but his store location is really inconvenient for me. Plus I’ve heard that before, it doesn’t matter how much sunshine the underlings pump up a mangers skirt about someone. In the end it just comes down to the manager and if he or she is an asshole *COUGHtombafferCOUGH* there’s really nothing you can do about that. I don't know if I'll ever get a job, I almost wonder if my refrences are saying bad things about me. I've been told before that I don't work well with others and that I come across as arrogant but I'm not sure I believe this. I'm so desparate that I would take nearly any job I could get, perhaps If I moved to Mexico and then snuck back into the US I'd have better luck finding work. Or maybe if I was some middle-aged a-hole with a college degree who decided to flip burgers at McDonalds just to make some cash on the side! Hopefully I can find something before summer but I just don't know. Can you tell I'm pissed off?

"Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned." - Milton Friedman

Earth Day

I collected 20 Dew U points YEAH!!!!!
So what did I do for earth day? Very little, I suggested the family start recycling but no one else wants to. I also watched Bio-Dome for the trillionth time. Today was pretty lame. School is funny, it seems half of my teachers are retiring this year so they don't seem to care. I'm just watching movies in three of my classes. Schindler's List is really sad, I can't believe they shot that kid! How could anyone do that? I had a lot of mixed feelings watching it because there was this one seen were this shit-hole was shooting people from a roof top and that sucked; but at the same time there was this really hot chick back in his room. Speaking of hotties there are some ridiculously fine ladies in keyboarding. I spend a large amount of the class ogling Jessica or Katie, so does Brendan when he’s not getting hen-pecked by the teacher. Poor guy doesn't know when to shut up, she'll never listen to what he has to say in his defense so he might as well just deal with it like me. I did a lab in physics with Tobias and Carmella. *sigh* Carm is so damn sexy, and she has a great personality I've never met a girl who could make me laugh the way she does. I'd like to ask her about but preferably in private (so I'm not humiliated if I get shot down), which is difficult because Toby is always looking over our shoulder and she eats lunch with the other exchange students. So yeah, we just click so well, you know when you on the same "frequency" with someone and you can finish each other's sentences. it's like that, plus I love her accent; I once teased meg about liking some guy's Turkish accent. At the time it seem appropriate, what a silly thing to find attractive, but that was before I met Carmella (I just love the way she says positive and negative). I think we're gonna watch Say Anything in English, not familiar with that movie but I know can't stand to see Field Of Dreams for the third time in a row so I guess it's an improvement. We saw a preview of the next school musical. Dean plays some 1940s gay guy...it's hilarious maybe I'll go on Saturday. Well, that is about all that happened today, we got kicked out of Wal-Greens for loitering but other than that not a whole lot of interest occurred today. Sorry to disappoint and sorry to the earth for not recycling, I'll get on that next year. SERIOUS THIS TIME. In case the condition of this planet ever gets real bad I can just bring a bunch of supplies down here and maybe some lucky ladies and hide out for the rest of my life. Dude, THIS
is my dream home all it needs is the white picket fence!

"Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity." - George S. Patton

"Don't you ever, EVER talk that way about television!" - Homer Simpson

So...tired

Damn you physics, damn YOU! Oh, so tired. Physics is phucked up. Write that one on the board Mrs. G
P.S. I'll get you for this Coulomb, and your little electrons too!
I'll add the details of this day later...maybe

"As if we could kill time without injuring eternity!" - Henry David Thoreau

Short and Sweet

Mmmm cane sugar.
Today was okay; I finished the French tongue twisters without drooling on myself. Mme Walsh said the performance was terrible so hopefully I'll be getting my $15 refund for the thing I never saw anyway. Went to all the usual classes. Went to the usual lunch (felt sick because nobody ate their fries and me, always hating to see fried potatoes sticks go to waste ate them all). I got selected to be one of the ushers for the senior graduation. Not really a big deal, but they said every year they pick 8 juniors who are good students to do it. I was like Oh, so I'm a good student now? Mr. T said, "When he wants to be." They get a free tuxedo rental, which is cool because maybe I can keep it for Prom. I'll just say sorry, I forgot to bring it back. It rained for the first time in quite a while, which was nice because it helped cool the weather. It was starting to get hot again. We began watching Schindler's List in history. The movie is kind of dull, but not bad. We haven’t gotten to any of the truly depressing parts. When the bell rang we just saw the jackass ignoring the fast but ugly typist and admiring the slow but attractive ones. I must admit tough that was kind of funny. I chuckled. Physics went well, finished homework ontime, for once. I had to do the module with the guy next to me though. He is really smart whic comes in handy for questions...however, the guy has BO and farts a lot. The same thing happened in Chemistry last year. Meg and I used to always make fun of this one guy who smelled just awful. This one girl stood up and just opened a window next to him one time. Why is it the brightest people in class are always the smelliest?

"I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying." - Woody Allen

One-Cock-Chewer-Of-A-Day

I arrived at school around 7:59 but I practically flew into the parking space next to Celeste. I was lucky not to go up on to the sidewalk, like the guy next to me. Celeste and I walked briskly to class. On the way we talked about the condition of my car (grrr people just love to bring this one up…) and ironically about missing the field trip that was leaving soon. We were going to Kansas City to see a performance in French. When we got to class, we noticed that the French 2 students were already in there with the Mme Walsh. Okay, so here is where the problem starts I thought the field trip was going to meet in our room then leave from there at 8:15. Either that or in the front foyer, and they weren’t there when I came into the building. Celeste and I went our separate ways, I assumed she was going to her first hour and that everyone would meet back in that class at 9:15. It made sense, that’s when the class actually started so it seemed logical that we would leave at he beginning of our class (2nd hour) and not during 1st (keyboarding). So I went to keyboarding and typed some shitty memo and a short MLA style report. Then I went to my French class only to discover no one was home. Here’s what happened: They were really going to leave at 8:05, but the substitute teacher for Mme Walsh’s 1st hour was a little late so she had to watch her class. She didn’t want everyone just waiting around in the foyer and luckily there was a vacant room next door. So everyone waited in there, instead of the foyer while Mme Walsh waited for the sub to arrive. I saw her teaching the class and assumed we were actually going at 9:15. I sped off to right to go to keyboarding (which I was counted late for), Celeste went left to go to her class. The room everyone was waiting in was to the left of our normal French classroom. Mme Walsh saw me in the doorway while she was waiting fro the sub and marked me down as present with the others waiting for the sub.

So I spent the first 10 minutes of 2nd hour in an empty class reading Paris Match. Turns out it had some pretty interesting articles. Something about Mars, the Passion of the Christ and some tasteful nudie shots. Eventually I decided to take my own field trip, I left and drove downtown to go to Schotskzkys; but they were doing major construction along all streets leading there so no way I could get there. Bummed, I turned and headed back to school. Quiznos was on the same street so there went Plan B. When I finally got back to school I was late for 3rd English too. CURSE YOU TASTY SUBS! (Subway was open but come on, like I’m going to spend my un-earned money there. Tch sorry Jared.)

Next was weight lifting, I didn’t bring my work out clothes because I thought I was going to be going on the field trip. Didn’t go on the field trip. No clothes mean no points. And I quote Charlie Brown, “Auuugh!” Good news next hour though, I got the third lowest test score in Physics. Third! That means two people are dumber and or lazier than me, yes! 7th hour I didn’t do my homework, because of the field trip so I rushed through it at lunch. Turn out I was the ONLY one who did it when it came time to turn the stuff in. Wow, what a lazy-assed class that is, I mean really. A class of 30 and only one does the homework (did it at lunch but oh well, she doesn’t know) tsk tsk. Eight hour went well, learned some interesting stuff about the holocaust. Big-Gay-Jay called the Nazis “meanie-wenies” wow. I’m not saying I would argue but it just seemed strange, anyway I learned quite a bit when I could hear; and that was in-between the baseball-buffoons snoring behind me.

I went home, the reason I tried so badly to get some fast food second hour is because when I feel bad it is about the only thing that cheers me up (Hey, the Simpsons isn't on at 9:15 am). Craig told me in weight lifting that if he had missed the trip he would have walked home crying. Well this is my solution. So I stop at Sonic on the way home. Corndog Wacky Pack and a blended root bear float, looks good until my cupholder-less car lurches forward and I spill everything in my lap. *sigh* Oh well, there are worse white substances one could have on their pants besides vanilla ice cream.

"Practice is the best of all instuctors." - Publilius Syrus

NNOOOO!

Leave me alone popups! The only "singles" I'm interested in are made from cheese. Go away!

"If there is one constant in the universe, it's death..." - Star Trek: Generations

"SKINNER! You were asked to chug-a-lug; and a-lug you shall chug!" - The Simpsons

Saterrrday

listening to: Chingy
Watching: Text as it some how appears on my screen.

I'm busy updating, old post and adding links. It might be a while till I get here but I'm catching up. So check out my old posts and archives or in the meantime....Hungry? Grab a ________

My dad cut down some trees today, he was going to pay to have some one hual them away when as always, I had a better place. We ran across the street and the mall (think grassy area not the stores) and dumped them in the creek. I watched Fight Club, EXCELLENT movie, one of the best. It would be in my top ten at least, maybe top five.

I was going to start taking medicine for my thyroid when the doctor office called and said they had made a mistake with the blood work. Wow, close call.

"It's what women do when they get married, and what men do when they die." - MWC, RE: retirement

Dead On

You're Night!

by Elie Wiesel

You've had some truly horrific experiences, especially recently, and
you can barely stand to discuss them. While many people are afraid of getting close to
you because of this, it has also built a fascination and admiration of you that is hard
to rival. You know that things are about to get better soon, but that the trauma will be
impossible to forget. You are short, but powerful.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Friday went well, it seems like half the school was missing so very peaceful despite the S.W.A.T. van that circled. Only 5 others were in my creative writing class. So we went to a mexican resturant for chips salsa and cheese (queso?). Great day. GREAT DAY. I love cheese, and now I love the teacher. All hail Mrs. V, giver of cheese.

In case you havent noticed I've finally started updating this blog

Easter and the past 2 days are in now.

The Condition

My Mom and Step-Dad are gone checking out a Florida time-share today so I drove myself to school. I try to avoid doing this because given the shape me car's frame is in if I had an accident (quite likely for me) it would be like I was riding in a big eggshell. My scrambled remains would be frying in the pavement, id I mention it's getting warm again? This time I think it is for real and won't switch back to colder weather. Anyway since I'm alone I think, I'll get up when I damn well feel like it. This means I got up late, so I decided to take the highway downtown instead of going through 6th Street which is always congested due to endless construction. As I was driving I saw a shinny new BMW, black too which is my favorite car color. What a lucky guy I thought. Then I realized it was Dean. I'm usually not the jealous type but why is it that the girl I've been lusting over for two years falls for this guy the first day they meet and also just happens to drive my dream car? That's bullshit; someone is having a good laugh at my expense right now.

When I got to school I spent the first couple of minutes prying keys out of the keyboard and rearranging them. A proctor from the office handed me one of those pink While You Were Out slips, on it was my Dad's work number phone number with the "urgent" box checked. I left the class and went to nearest office and called him. He said he wanted to inform me that some gang activity was rumored to occur at the school today and because he worked at the Sheriff Department they knew about it and he wanted to make sure I did too. He also told me not to tell anyone else because people might start to panic. Ironic, because I noticed a long line was starting to form outside the office to use the phones. Earlier this year when there was a bomb threat nearly half the school left, the streets around the school were crowed with parents trying to get their kids out. Most of the people in line were freshman who were not used to this kind of stuff like the upper classmen were. However their concern seemed more reasonable this time given the recent gang related activity
in the area.

Later in creative writing we took a walk through the neighborhoods that encompass the school. The teacher said that every neighborhood has it's own stories, histories and culture and she wanted us to write about them. Since this one was nearby it was decided we would write about it. H. Park is an interesting place to live; it has a lot of the cities older architecture, some going back to the 1800s. They look nice when renovated, but only a few houses like this exist. Most are extremely run down low-income places. My teacher lives here, of course. With a teacher's salary I didn't expect her to be one of my neighbors in the west hills or anything. We stopped at a nice quaint cafe, and a church were the old man who was clutching a Reader's Digest was concerned about letting a mob of kids inside. When he finally let us in some students said they wanted to steal the candy that for sale for the church and I told them that it was okay, because Christianity was all about atonement and you could do whatever you wanted so long as you apologized later. Luckily upon leaving the church I was not stuck by lightening. We also visited a nice old Bed & Breakfast that the lady who lived there alone said was English gothic tutor style. Not sure what this means, but the place was old. The rooms were really plush; they all had those big beds with the posts. I asked Gillian if she wanted to rent a room here one night for sex and she said no. Once she hopped up on one of the beds she grinned and she was reconsidering my offer. I know she was joking but I liked the idea. Someone asked if the keeper of the bed and breakfast had ever seen any ghost there and she said no but some guest had reported sightings of them. She was very strange, probably the result of living in a Clue-like mansion all alone. She told us that she believed God blessed the Bed and Breakfast and she was waiting for God to send her a husband, and if there were any ghosts who lived there; they were probably benevolent and she hoped to meet Him (the first owner ft he place). Weirdy said she was only interested in getting into His pants (do ghost wear pants?). In the old library Dean found Dinotopia among the dusty old volumes, which seemed like an anachronism, but so did the satellite dish on top of the tattered farm-like house we passed earlier. Weirdy said that he like the statue of the naked lady on the lawn and someone said she was fat. After that there was a conversation of how in the past fat women were considered attractive because it symbolized wealth. We stopped to see our Teacher’s home and the town's oldest tree on the way home. The lawns were all green and the flowers were all in bloom. The tree looked as if it was the only thing dead in the area. Closer inspection revealed some tiny pathetic looking buds on the end of a decaying tree branch. The trunk had big bulges in it that looked like tumors. It would have been funny if someone had stapled a garage sale sign to the trunk. Some of the trees and telephone poles around here look as if they've had a million things posted on them. There are layer upon layers of tape, nails and staples.

We went back to school and I saw some reporters. One of them was carrying some camera equipment the other a woman in front was trying to suppress a grin. She was walking quickly as if she was on the West Wing, apparently excited about getting a good story. The neighborhood seemed so peaceful while we were there. It was difficult to believe that there was so much violence. The reporter was going to be upset, nothing happened.

SAY THIS:
Ki ki la coquette aimait beaucoup
Coco le concasseur de cacao.
Kiki la coquette avait envie d;un
Caraco kaki a col de caracu.l

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Mmm, RED 40.

Cyran o de Bergerac; and so far great movie, our class began watching it today in French. It is funnier than I expected and very well written.

I’ve collected about eight DU points, and an equal amount of buy one get one free caps. I think this is Mountain Dew’s plan to keep people hooked, they issue enough caps that say buy one get one free so that half of the times you buy Mountain Dew: Live Wire you’ll get one. Because most people are such bargain hunters they’ll think “Hey, I’d rather have that kind today but this is too good of a deal to pass up!” They will buy one Dew and get the other free. One will be more DU points which most people are too lazy to redeem anyway, and the other a “buy one, get one free cap” So the whole cycle begins again. Live Wire is the newest kind of Dew and by doing this promo they can virtually guarantee a steady stream of customers to purchase their new product and make it look hot. The more people who see these cyclers with the product become introduced to it and thus become cyclers themselves and so on and so on. Clever. Very very clever. Have I mentioned it is about the only MD flavor that isn’t revolting? I’m not a big fan of the original and code red isn’t’ that great either. Well, they’re okay but neither would be my first choice when selecting a bottle of pop. My Dad gave me ten dollars that morning and to a jobless teen this is a decent sum of money. Especially when you spend it all on lunch. Taco Johns and Pizza Hut as well as two Dews + 1 Red Bull.

When I got back to school everyone I knew and some I didn’t were asking for handouts. Those high-schoolers who refuse to eat cafeteria food become beggars, playing the role of Oliver Twist to the people who come back from fast food ventures, like me. The first guy I ran into said “Hey, dude. Dude! Can I please have one of those Dews, I’m dying of thirst.” Generally I tell these Twisties to go fuck themselves. But I was feeling generous and I had did have two, one of which I didn’t even pay for so I helped the guy out. The next guy I ran into said “Man, hook me up with some breadsticks.” I had many, so I did the polite thing and hooked him up. I also shared some of my nachos with Misty and her Gothy posse. I knew what it was like to be one of those hungry broke guys forced to watch the guy the next locker over take an entire Four For All pizza…and literally make it a four for ALL pizza. So, yeah it felt good to share with these strangers. I felt like that guy in ancient times (circa 1950) who turned his spit into Dew and some body parts into breadsticks and these beatniks were like “Yeah, that’s probably a miracle.” Remember that from history class? Yes, no. Maybe so? Screw you ho! On the way to History I saw Gloria, a friend of Jason’s leaving the library. She smiled at me and said “Hi”, I said “Hi Gloria”
Gloria: “How are you?”
Me “Good.”
I stopped to buy some more Live Wire from the vending machine, to make up for the one I had given away. Ok, so I wasn’t feeling so generous that day.
Gloria: “Are you going to the prom”
Me: May…be *tries to straighten out the dollar* Why, you going?
Gloria: I don’t know, maybe.
Hall-Guy: Hey, Gloria! *waves and starts walking over*
Me: “Yes. I’m going, wanna go with me?”
Gloria: “Sure!”
Hall-Guy: Hey…I thought you were my girl!
Me: I’ll probably need your # then
Gloria: *scribbles it on some paper and hands it to me*

After that my stomach hurt. I really shouldn’t drink so much Dew, corn syrup and citric acids aren’t good for you; plus it made my spit tangerine colored. Then I went to class, we learned about Adolf Hitler, you know Adolph, he is the mediocre artist with the funny little mustache. He is also known for something else but…I just can’t put my finger on it.

"We should just re-declare war, because more people have died during the 'peace' than during the war." - TCWCC, on The War In Iraq, Gulf War II, or Operation Iraqi Freedom...whatever the hell you want to call that mess.

"You can shoot people on TV but you can't swear at them while you're shooting them?" - TCWCC on stupid TV censorship

uUUhhHHHhh?

Mundane as usually, that is how I would describe today. Just when it was starting to get warm out the temperature drops again and I find that I can not be outside with a short sleeved shirt on without starting to shiver. I’m not sure what’s with the weather around here. A few days ago it was actually starting to get warm and now this. It’s as if the weather in Kansas is bipolar. I feel asleep early the night before and so when I woke up I actually beat my dad getting ready for work. This is rare because he gets up almost prior to dawn. It’s an old people thing, fall asleep after dinner then wake up at 4:30. I swear it’s like a rite of passage. It’s also sad because I used to think it was strange that my grandpa did this and now he was. I got to school and went to keyboarding as usual. She normally has us make a table, letter, spreadsheet and report. Then randomly picks one of them and asks us to turn it in. Generally I do one of them and it turns out to be the one she has requested. Then with the rest of the time I have left I surf the net or respond to my e-mail (It’s against the rules to use applications besides those specified in the syllabus but I make my own rules). I thought I had figured out her assignment selection method, thought I knew how her mind worked. Today, however, I was wrong. She walked by my computer and saw me entering career interest profile information and told me that after we had finished the four tasks then and only then could we fill out this info. That, or work on extra credit; I lied and told her that I had finished all the work and she said ok. Towards the end of the class she announced that she was going to take the assignment that I hadn’t done. So I began to hurriedly type it. When she walked by my computer and saw me typing this happened.
Ms. Bonner: “Nathan, I thought you said you had finished all the work.” *grinning because she has suspected I had been doing this for sometime and thinks she has finally caught me*
Mr. Bonner: “Oh, nevermind. I see you’re working on extra credit, sorry!”
Me: “Yep.”
Was I working on extra credit? Of course not, I was doing the assignment she requested. However the assignment and the extra credit looked similar. To make Ms. Bonner believe I was working on extra credit all I had to do was change the heading to say “Extra Credit” instead of “Report40B5”. HA ha what a dumb fuck! I turned the assignment in on time and got I back with 100%. After first hour there was a tornado drill so we all walked into the hallways and stood along the walls were there no windows. Then the bell rang signaling the end of the drill and the begging of class so I moved on to French 3. We took a test over a French story we read and I’m sorry to say I didn’t do so great 65%. English went well, it usually does. We got our work back and I think I was the only one in the class who got an A so that was cool. Martinez, the guy who sits behind me is funny. Somehow we started talking about birthdays and I told him that for my 18th I wanted to go to Babie Dollz Unfortunately he told me that for Babie Dollz and Wild Cherry you now had to be 21. He said that before they changed the age requirements he went and it was cool because a stripper tuck a dollar out of his mouth with her butt cheeks. As if having someone’s a-hole near your mouth isn’t filthy enough...just think of wear that dollar has been; besides the stripper’s ass I mean, so many dirty hands must have touched it! And what is a guy 18+ doing in Junior English. *looks back and sees he has gone to sleep again* AH. That is why. Cassie told me that she wanted to have her 18th birthday in a hotel. Why would anyone want to have their birthday in a hotel room I mean, no ball pits or big rats or anything, jeez. I answered some questions on a Robert Frost poem then left again, this time for Weight Training. Okay not really, I skipped and to my horror ran into Meg. I talked briefly to her and she teased me about always skipping that hour. She wondered if it was because I afraid of getting dressed in front of the other boys, sorry, “boooys”. No, that’s not the reason. The reason is because it is close to lunch and skipping that hour makes it seems like I have an extra long lunch. Jason and I talked about Halo during lunch and Dune which he says was a much better book than movie. Books are usually better than in the movie and in the case of frank’s Dune it had better be. That movie was boring for the most part. When I got home I discovered one of the Bradford Pear trees in my backyard had been cut down. A shame, I helped my Dad plant that tree, he did most of the work though seeing as how I was a little kid at the time. It’s ok thought, there is another almost identical one near by.

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall" - Confucius

Screw You Blog :-)

Today I “gave” blood, then went to school and did a lot of work, and then because I was fucking tired I didn’t truly update the blog.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all." - Oscar Wilde

"And this is BADLY WRITTEN." - Me

My Top 5 Shows CURRENTLY on TV:
1. Monk - USA
2. Daily Show - Comedy Central
3. South Park - Comedy Central
4. Frasier - NBC
5. The Simpsons - Fox

Easter Sunday

Easter was easterly. I gnawed on a chocolate bunny for a while than moved on to consume my favorites. The M&Ms that look like robin eggs and taste like Whoppers and the big multi colored marshmallow eggs. Sorry, no Peeps this year. I heard on the radio that they now make enough marshmallow peeps to circle the earth three times. Wow, that's a lot of cheap-glucose-indulgent-birdies! (these long run on descriptions are becoming my trade mark...) When it comes to the religious aspects of my family life my Mother is usually not too pushy. I've never declared my self to be Christian but I guess since my brother and I were brought up Baptist (now our church is Methodist) it is expected. She nagged me about attending about five times starting the night before, and I genuinely intended to go because of guilt. I laid out my very nicest clothes, which consist of khakis a shirt with buttons and a collar on it and the fancy brown shoes I wore will ushering from my school's performance of Earth & Skye. I went to bed early, but woke up late anyway and still felt exhausted. I jumped in the shower and just as I was getting soapy the watered turned freezing. Everyone else had already showered so I guess the hot water was gone. I endured, however, telling my self that if Navy SEALs could endure freezing ocean water in the middle of the night I could take a little cold water from my shower a minute or so. When I got out, I discovered they had already left without me. There was an 11:00 service too that my Mom called and said she would take me to. But she got back at 11:30. Go figure, I guess she thought I didn't want to go and by getting back late that she would avoid having to have any difficult conversations with me. Oh well, no skin off my ass. I had a lot of work to do anyway. Eggs were hidden in the yard and Eloise, joyfully sought them out in her new yellow Easter dress. Personally I thought it was dumb to buy the dress for her, she was just going to pee or make a deuce in it anyway and it would just end up getting tossed out but oh well, I didn't buy it. I worked on homework but took a break around noon to photograph some spring foliage. I talked with my brother Derrick and his friend Kurt on the phone and Kurt said something about how even though I was almost grown he always pictured me as I was when I was a baby, he also mentioned something about work where he broke up gang rivalries the youth center, something about how I was sheltered and not really familiar with the bad parts of town, I can’t really elaborate because I was trying to read TV captions at the time and didn’t pay full attention to the conversation. My step-dad got Easter baskets for all the girls and for me. They included stuffed animals and a DVD as well as the usual grass and candy. I thought this was nice, it had been years since I had gotten an Easter basket. Mine didn't have a rabbit in it and I jokingly said that I wanted one to because they were squeezibly soft. She got me one that night, I guess she didn't realize I was being facetious, or if she did this was her way of continuing the joke. I tired to sleep with it but after I moved from the crib I never slept with stuffed animals I roll around too much. Toss and turn, I was afraid the Mr. Bunny's long limbs and ears might wrap around my neck and strangle me to death in my sleep, so I eventually tossed him out. I made an attempt to read the "good book" from cover to cover again before bed, got halfway though the first part, chapter, book whatever it's called then fell asleep.

"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone" - J.C. . . .not Penny's

TE

Today my Mom and I went to Wichita to visit my grandparents and cousins. It’s a two-hour drive there. On the way I wrote my report on the Manhattan project. I always say this but every time I leave home I’m surprised by just how much other cities have. For example there is an actual Krispy Kreme doughnut shop. Not just the kind people haul back here in boxes. So they are warm and there is more than one variety. My Mom and grandma baked a cake. They were hiring too, shit I really need a job but what kind of retard would drive a two-hour commute to serve donuts after school? Not this one (shut up). So anyway it turns out Jade got a scholarship to some college in England, Ox-something? Thanks to some info my aunt sent in. She is tied for first place out of a class of like 700. That really impressed me because I am what you would call a super slacker. I have a 2.5 GPA (It’s actually lower but I have weighted classes) and I’m like right in the middle of our class rank. She also taught me to play some song on the piano. Christopher is really bright too, he probably reads more books than TV shows I watch, I think he has a 3.6. I’ve never been one to think grades were an indication of intelligence but if it’s an indication of effort, obviously I’m dragging my feet. I watched TV with my grandma, I wanted to see some movie on HBO but she kept going on about how great this religious channel was I-something? And how she only watches that and the weather channel. So I gave up and watched it too. I was hoping she would come outside to say good-bye to us when we left but she has some serious agoraphobia and hasn’t left the house in like 7 years. It has been a long time since we visited, I was starting to miss them and even feel guilty. It was a nice trip, one we used to make all the time when I was younger. By the time we finally left for home it was pitch black outside. You never really realize how dark it is when the sun sets until you drive through the country between cities. This is probably where I got my interest in astronomy, when I was a little kid I used to look up and out the window on the way home. Once I think I foolishly tried to count them all. I have my own relatively nice telescope at home now; I know people are surprised I have another hobby besides movies. That’s right guys Nate is an amateur astronomer.

"It's nothing a lawsuit wont cure"

I thought this was funny

They didn't spell fuck right though.

Missing Time

I was awake for only about half of the time today. I felt more tired than usual and kept returning to my bed where I unintentionally fell asleep. On one occasion I woke up to find as much as five hours had passed. I'm not sure what is the cause for my lack of energy.

During what little time I was awake I went to several appointments. My mom took the liberty of using my time off to schedule time with my dentist, primary doctor, orthodontist, endocrinologist and optometrist.

I also went with her to Wal-Mart to purchase Easter preparations. You know, candy, eggs, dye and the usual stuff. My brother came home for a brief visit and then left to see Dad.

End Post.

"I'm all wet. Can I come in?" - The Girl Next Door (I love this quote, pitched a tent the first time I saw her say it)

Mostly True Quiz Results

The Billy Goat
Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer (DBSDm)

Horny. Stubborn. Kinda cute. Slightly immature. And often found on rough terrain. You are The Billy Goat.

You're lusty, but typically monogamous, and all in all you're a pretty good boyfriend. In fact, you enjoy relationships, if mostly for the sex and physical companionship. You'd do or say almost anything to get together with someone, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.

You're sensitive, you have a certain boyish charm, and you're eager. Therefore you probably attract girls who are serious about romance. But few who get close to you realize how unready for total commitment you are. People fall for you. Meanwhile, you maintain your emotional distance, and there goes another box of tissues.

You're perfectly capable of a long-haul relationship, but, right now, dating someone primarily means having a consistent, available, preferably not-too-chatty, hookup. You're a careful, methodical person, and you work hard at making things work. It's just that the type of woman most likely to find your strengths endearing is also the most likely type to find your shortcomings heartbreaking. Someone with a similarly laid-back approach to dating would be perfect for you.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Priss, The Sonnet, The Wild Rose
CONSIDER: The Playstation
Your exact opposite: The Loverboy Random Gentle Love Master

I FOUND IT HERE

la dernière classe

I arrived at 7:59, I don’t know about you but for us school starts at 8:00am so this is bad. Bad for most anyway but not for me because I took all my books home with me last night which means there was no need for a locker stop and I’m a fast runner, about five minutes prior to class the halls begin to clear so by the time I arrived they were mostly empty. I made it to class without a hitch, except I almost ran into some ROTC guys carrying a folded American flag. I stopped in time though and we passed each other after several attempts (they went left, I went left. I went right, and then they went right). So I got to class on time and we started things off by sing happy birthday in French and having some treats that a student bought. We graded our assignments reviewed some grammar stuff and listened to a language lab. The usual stuff. After that I went to Study Hall and flew though a physics assignment I forgot to do for homework the night before. It was ok, not to difficult. I finished the assignment in time for next hour which was Physics, Mrs. G was gone, probably more surgery so we had a substitute. Mrs. Takashiro or something like that, I think some of the students had trouble understanding her but I didn’t. She was actually one of the more useful sub, helped students and watered Mrs. G’s dying plants. Our other subs were not always so great most of the time they just sat in the chair and gave bathroom passes. She told us that she used to teach Japanese at the school. Joe was in Japanese Freshman year, I wonder if he had her.

During lunch I didn’t have money to go out for my usual fast food meal. So I went to the library, I also didn’t want to run into Meg (I’ll explain the reason later or in earlier post. Depending on how I organize the day I skipped.) I read Wired magazine and enjoyed and article about a nomadish hacker and to my surprise stumbled over something wonderful. They are going to make new episodes of Futurama and the Family Guy! I actually stood up and cheered. The quiet-know-it-all-in-French-girl looked at me and I told her that they were making more shows of my favorite TV series and she said “Family Guy?” Wow, she once told the class she was reading War and Peace. I didn’t think someone like her would even have time to watch TV. Maybe she read the magazine, unlikely though, she’s more of a liberal arts geek than a technophile nerd like me. Every time I go to the library to use the computers or read Pop Sci I see her and she is either looking through ancient periodicals or stuff in the humanities section. By the way her name is Jacqueline so I guess I wont have to call her quiet-know-it-all-in-French-girl in future posts. After finishing the magazine I went to the division one off ice and sat down in one of the chairs. They had a TV in the office and the old woman who works there was watching soap operas. I took out my universal remote control and used the code search function. Switch to Star Trek: DS9. By the time she and her proctor started trying to “fix” the TV the bell ring and I had to leave. Didn’t get to enjoy much of the show but did enjoy that little victory. I guess she’ll never find out whatever happened to Duncan or whatever the soap guy’s name was. I passed Brendan in the halls on to Jazz Band I think, he was talking with Amber. He once told me she was the prettiest coolest girl in school, I said said she was ugly. But now that I think about it she really is cute, looks just like Jessica Simpson a lot shorter though. I think he really likes her but she’ll never go out with him, they’re just friends I could tell by her body language. It looked just like Meg’s always did.

I went to U.S. History and gave Mr. T my extra credit paper on Hue y Long’s assination. He was not a happy camper. I don’t think it was related to my paper though. He put the 1930’s documentary on and then watched the classroom form the window outside the door. I took notes as usual, when I got up to go to the nurse’s office he said no gruffly. When the film was over he came back in and said if we didn’t feel like going to class on Monday we should just skip and save ourselves the embarrassment of getting kicked out. He said something about the class acting immature, and yeah I guess that is true. Of all my classes I’d say this one is the rowdiest. It’s like the only honors class I’m not taking, I wonder if that has something to do with it. My grades right now are pretty good by the way; French 3 is by far my most difficult. Physics and Keyboarding 1 are probably my easiest. I found out at the end of the day that there would be no school on Friday. I knew this already but I had forgotten over the course of the day. So this came as a pleasant surprise. The school newspaper was issued today, I thought it had a lot of interesting and well written articles it mentioned how the high school students were forbade to buy buffets at Pizza Hu.t because they were looting (Damn Freshman, what am I saying we did the same thing?) It mentioned Mr. T in a staff profile and talked about his work in the Vietnam War, teaching experience (which exceeds the length of my life). This makes me feel somewhat guilty for not giving my all in that class though I the majority of that class’s problems are definitely not related to me, still the feeling was there. There was also an article written by personally by the editor, Gustave hat talked about the decline of Intellectualism in the United States. L-O-freakin’-L, that is sad but undeniably amusing and perhaps even undeniably true.

"Get busy living, or get busy dying. Each life makes its own immitation of immortality. " -- Stephen King

How evil are you?

UPDATE 4 THIS DAY COMING SOON

"There are no answers, only choices." - Solaris

...okay I'm too lazy to update this but I'll give you a brief idea of what happened on this day. I thought about how sad it will be when I hear the news that my mother has died. I considered choosing a religion. I talked about the game Halo with Jason. I decided to avoid Meg forever. I watched King of Queens, 61* and Ferris Bueller's Day a movie that came out in the year i was born and was set in one of the world's coolest cities. I also pondered the differences between the west hills where i live and the more urban communities that encompass my school and I pass on the way home.

"Pardon my French, but Cameron is so tight, that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks, you'd have a diamond." - Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Sounds

eyaaaaaaagh sSSnifffuh snrt hrrrrck Aaahh enuh uhhhhhh owaaaungh rrrrrrrtck guhrrrrack kuffwa uh enyuh putoosip gracklebublip uheh keh. Ok that was fun, I wrote a scary story. It's scary. I'll put it here later. schaawiff. I just realized how short my life is. I should not have wasted one second of it typing this. However since I already did, nevermind. Bye.

Link

lol, This is always good for a laugh

Blah blah blah

A day’s worth of random dialogue dialogue:

Me: Hey, no noise.
Dad: Yeah, I got the car fixed yesterday. I couldn’t tolerate that shit any longer *imitates horrible car noise*

Jason: ---------, I’m going to make a propane-powered car!

Gustave: *reading other Gustave’s shirt* Why WU?
Me: because small classes fit better.
Gustave: *laughs* Yeah that’s what they say on the commercial but that’s not why I’m going there. Why WU? Because I’m poor.
Mme W: soyez rapide en me donnant votre argent de voyage de classe parce que je suis pauvre et ne peux pas payer vous.

Randal: Where’s Mrs. Stevens?
Mr. Adams: She’s in the hospital recovering from stress
Guy-at-door: Man, she really is a psycho *turns and leaves*
Jon: Why did he just call you Fred?
Me: What?
Jon: when he walked by taking roll he said "okay Fred is here"
Me: Oh before class he said he recognized my name from the roster and I told him my name was Fred
Me: What’s this?
Fred: He had to make up a country in world
Me: Corolone located north of Hawaii, the freedom to get whacked is included in the constitution?
Jon: So is the freedom to whack-
Me :–off ?
Mr. Adams: Okay now everyone, please by very quiet so you can hear the announcements, they might say something important you want to hear.
Jon: I can’t believe she’s in the hospital from stress
Me: Yeah, I thought that only happened on TV but I guess you can really get sick from it. Wonder what the symptoms are; hypertension, heart failure…. burning blistering boils?
Jon: Gosh, I hope so.
Mr. Adams: I heard from her this morning and she said she was okay. She a very dedicated teacher, and I’m sure she’ll be back soon okay.
Jon: I know I was just kidding.
Me: I feel like I should send a card or something
Girl-next-to-me: there’s ne on the board if you want to sign it.
Me: *goes up and reads card, then walks back to his seat* That’s the worst get well card ever she’d be offended if I did sign it.
Jon: But it’s the only one, sometimes you have to take lemons and make lemonade.
Me: No I can just buy my own, and I use lemonade to make lemons.
Jon: What?
Me: I’ll use genetic engineering to cross lemons with sugar cane, and cacti. That way you have a lemon that taste like lemonade.
Jon: Why cactuses? It would probably have spines inside and kill you once you ate it.
Me: No, I could choose to leave the spines out; and I need cacti because they hold a lot of water. You can’t make lemonade without water.
Jon: Then use watermelons
Me: No because –
Jon: Enough! That’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard in my life.
Jon: Hey, want to start a mob with me? Instead of being Italian it will be African and Irish
Me: That sounds like a great plan.

Me: A laser disk, wow I haven’t seen one of these in years. Look how big it is, I’m glad they don’t use these anymore what if you had your movie collection on it? Do you know how much space that would take up?
Guy-next-to-me: yeah but it probably holds a lot more data then a DVD.
Mrs. G: Please don’t touch the laser disk, if it gets scratched or dirty we have no way to repair or replace it.
Meg: Yeah, they’re big expensive and…really-really out of date. I remember in 6th grade they thought those would be next big thing now it’s essentially a spare tire for your car.
Me: Or a Frisbee. Or a coaster for four.
Ryan: Walks past then stops and backs up that is a HUGE CD.
Guy-next-to-me: It’s and LD not a CD
Ryan: It’s a BACD, big-ass-c-d.

Me: *see the drinking fountain is filled up with a greenish-brown liquid frowns and looks disgusted*
Some-girl: what’s that smell?
Other-girl: It smells like poop.
Janitor: The fountain' s backed up somehow…if you see anyone getting ready to drink you might want to warn ‘em but I think it’s just this one *grins*
Me: *see Brendan bending over to drink on the second floor* N-o-o-o-o-o
Brendan: *sniffs and makes a face but since the water comes out clear drinks*
Me: Ugh

Mr. T: You’d have men that were so ashamed of not having jobs that they would get dressed and leave for work like normal but then they’d just go across town to feed pigeons or something. Of course they found out when the bank foreclosed the house and Sally and Felix ended up on the street. Another problem was everyone taking money out of the bank at once. If everyone did that, you might get turned down because they bank doesn’t keep all the money it has at once, it’s got the money invested in other things that will make more money.
Guy: But isn’t it FDIC insured?
MR. T: Not even the FDIC can cover all the money for some of the largest banks. Now if the Farmer’s Bank here in Soapdish Kansas needs they’re money insured I’m sure they can cover it but not for everyone who does business with Citibank or Bank of America.
Me: Why do they call it Playboy if it has nude girls?
Guy: because the boys play
Me: play with what?
Guy: grow up, we all have a little kid in us but that’s just stupid.
Kayla: I have a little kid inside me.
Kayla: I feel fat.
Me: you don’t look fat.
Kayla: Well I know I’m not, I’m pregnant, and I have a little creature in me.
Me: We all have a little creature in us.
Kayla: Oh really, what are you going to name it?
Me: E. Coli. After it’s grandfather
Kayla: Ewww
Lacey: Terrance is the most feminine guy I know, he probably wears his sister’s panties! *Laughs loudly*
Me: His sister is hot; I’d wear her panties.
Terrance: No I don’t.
Lacey: I used to be in love with him till I found out how gay he is; now I hate him!
Terrance: No, you don’t.
Lacey: Shut up, yes I do!
Me: She’s just hiding her true feelings.
Lacey: I live with his family now, did you know that?
Mr. T: I have an idea; lets stop class so we can talk about Terrance's shinny blue shorts.

I actually thought this would be easier than just telling you what happened and look how fucking long it is. Don’t expect to ever see this again. Oh, and if you're looking for a famous quote screw you. After a whole day's worth of this why would you want to hear more?

The BEGINNING

Today was extra special; I went to sonic and got a cherry-limeade. Drank most of it then let my dog finish it off. He stuck his whole head into the big Styrofoam cup. Then nothing else happened and I went home and typed a blog post. Then I typed THE END and clicked publish. It's not such a bad thing to miss a post every day or so. In fact sometimes it is better than just typing a bunch of BS like I did now. THE END

"Freedom isn't free." - Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell

"Hey, that's my singing "Be Happy" bass and it better still be there." - Gilmore Girls

"I've heard better music in cable porn." - personal quote

Note To Self: 4

Plant Talking Experiment

Yawn

listening to: Coldplay, as usual.
watching: Rotating particles on media player, is this what an acid trip is like?
wearing: Same gray t-shirt and blue jeans as yesterday. They're still clean.
reading: This text as I type it.
wishing: I had a brick oven pizza.

You know that feeling you get when you're finished with everything you need to do. Yep, it's bordem, sust another boring Sunday. I've been meaning to stop watching TV unless there is actually something on that I want to see but that hasn't happened yet. I guess I could go over to Brendan or Joe's house, but I'd just end up doing the same thing. Brendan has a nicer TV though, the guy really knows how to sit on his ass. It's a nice day so I went for a short walk, got bored and came home. I played PS2, got bored so stopped. Sometimes I think if I was really rich I could travel and that would be fun, and it would for a while, but even on vacations you know that sometimes you get sick of going to tourist attractions and you end up lying in your hotel bed watcing the pay-per-view movies the hotel provides. I guess I could read the newspaper, everyone loves the Sunday paper. The comics are colored. Dilbert, here I come! I might also try to organize a flash mob, or practice guitar. So there are things to do, though perhaps not as imperative. Just when you think you're finished, you remember something else that requires your time and attention.

"Maybe this world is another planet's Hell." - Aldous Huxley

P.S. - I've decided to spend some of my free time meditating, after I look through the dictionary and see if someone can actually give me a clear explanation of what meditation is.
P.P.S. - Who puts post scripts in their blog posts??? Might add a quiz later if all the ones on quizzila are not fucking stupid. Big if.

A Crappy Test

Today I went to WU take the ACT. I arrived there just in time; there are few things scary than almost missing a standardized test. One of those things are zombies. Okay now where was I, oh yes. The college is very nice everything is clean and modern. Therefore so much more different than high school, I can't wait to go to college. When I first arrived I went to the wrong room and almost ended up taking some kind of college graduate test. I realized this and walked around I until I found the correct testing area. They forgot to put a sign on the door! I realized I was in the correct classroom because I saw Rachel there. It's been years since I last saw her. We made small talk during the break; she is still as cute as she ever was. We discussed college plans neither of us know where we want to go we just hope it is something out of state. The test was a joke, I found my self wondering on more than one occasion how anyone could miss some of these questions. I struggled with maybe two or three on the math section but everything else was a piece of cake. I'm expecting high scores! Maybe I shouldn't talk about that in my post though, I'm afraid someone working on the test might stumble across it and decide to make them more challenging. I’ll describe the classroom, it really wasn't a classroom as I'm used to them. The vast room was a semi-circle with seats and tables sitting on what I can only describe as a stadium-like arrangement. Or like the fancy new movie theater I went to in Overland Park. The chalkboard was massive and the person conducting the test read instructions from a podium at the bottom of this half circle. It difference similar to the one I noticed when I went from elementary school to middle school where the chairs and desk were not connected and did not have name tags. An indication that the people here had moved up to some higher level of education. Not really an important detail, just and interesting one, I assume this class style is used to accommodate more students though the reality is WU does not have very large classes, a fact they often brag about.

After that I went to see a movie, I was going to go to Jersey Girl but I arrived late, missing the first few minutes of the movie and I like to see the trailers from upcoming films so I went to The Lady-killers (it was either that or The Prince & Me which stated at the same time. I believe this is the movie Satan will force me to see in hell as I'm chained over some fiery pit). Very good movie, started out really slow but I think that was necessary to the story in order to explain the police officers reaction at the movie's end. I got the sneaking suspicion throughout the movie that I was being preached to. Maybe I was the old lady reminded me of my grandmother, a fatter version of her anyway. When people get older they either become obsessed with going to church or going to the doctor, whatever they feel will save them. Sometimes it is both. The way the professor laughed was just disturbing (it's a guaf). So yeah, I totally reccomend this movie, it's worth the $8.00, but the candy isn't. Buy the candy at Wal-Mart and use your baggy pants to smuggle it in. If you're a girl who wears tight jeans than sorry, you're out of luck but thanks for the ass shot. When I got home I did some homework and watched O Brother Where Art Thou. Great movie. Also saw Sweet November, good movie, it's on TV nearly every month, and I tune in to drool over Keanu's techno-wonderland apartment.

"Worst Cosmic Wars ever! I will only see it three more times...today." - The Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons

"If you are flammable and have legs you are never blocking a fire exit" - Mitch Hedberg (This guy is hilarious)

Finally Friday

Well, It's finally Friday. This week seemed to pass quickly but it was not easy. I've done a lot of work and I have loads of homework so this weekend won't be the lazy lounging kind I had gotten used to during Spring Break. Tonight won't be so bad, I finally got around to applying at Steak n' Shake though I don't think the application will be that desirable to the managers. I was dropped off their last night around 8:00 when I decided to along with my Mom and stepsister's trip to a chocolate store. They just suddenly got a craving for chocolate one night and when I came back from applying there was candy and even an entire cake in the car. Funny thing though, they couldn't stop complaining about how the icing was too sweet or the cake wasn't that great so later that night when I couldn't sleep I came into the kitchen and finished all but a small chunk of it off. I thought it was delicious, too bad I had already brushed my teeth and now I had to go to bed with sugar on my teeth. A snack helped me sleep though; I went back to bed a few minutes later. Had some dream about Hooters. Probably not what you think, like most of my dreams it was just strange and this one was unusually dark. I've heard that eating before you sleep can give you nightmares, wonder if that is true.

Today was bright and sunny, a little too sunny actually. It's shame spring and fall time weather don't last long before turning from moderate into freezing cold or terribly hot. Touched my first boobie today! That's one thing I can cross of my to do before I die list (Remember that episode of Drew Carey, no?) Yin came up to me and was overly flirtatious as usual. I normally wouldn't mind but I was really involved in a project and every time I got messed up. I didn't tell her to scram but I made it known I wasn't in the most playful of moods. She asked if I didn't like her anymore and slapped me on the butt and then started rubbing her chest in my face. Somehow that wasn't as great as I expected. Left me feeling somewhat unclean. Then she just skipped off. It's not that I don't fin Yin attractive, but I think she may be a few sandwiches short of a pic nic if you know what I mean. Jason and I were enjoying some Red Bull at lunch and not enjoying some really bad beef jerky when I noticed Spike wasn't there. He always wanders around our spot. Once he said he needed a dollar so gave him one. I didn't have and dollar bills so I gave him one of those gold Sacagawea coins. It didn't work in the vending machine so he threw it at me. Jason told me that Buck, all I remember about him was that he was kind of a loudmouth, asked me to join the football team and was basically a nice guy, got into a fight with Spike the day before. Spike tried to hit Buck with a baseball bat when he wasn't looking but Buck grabbed it and shoved spike to the ground. As Buck was turning to leave, Spike did some flying karate-ish kick and Buck grabbed him by the foot and threw him into the pavement then punched him in the face. I saw Buck at school today but not Spike, he's probably at home waiting for his face to heal, and his pride. I ate at McDonalds, haven’t been there for a while and now I remember why. McDonalds has a wide variety of foods to choose from and when people think of fast food its McDonalds that comes to mind. They are not the best. They don't really excel at one particular food except French fires and now everyone cooks french fires well. If I want a burger I would go to Burger King, if I wanted chicken I would go to Wendy's. McDonalds is sub-par.

"Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe." - H. G. Wells (1866-1946)

You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a
little bit cocky and usually associated with
evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You
probably just don't give a damn,but it's
everyone else's fault if you don't because
you're too awesome to have any real faults.


What Kind of Smile are You?
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99 bottles of beer on the wall
99 bottles of beer....................

What's wrong with me

I can't sleep. I lay in bed toss and turn. Roll left, roll right. Get up, pace back and forth. Jog in place, turn on the TV. Turn off the TV. Get into bed. Start kicking my feet. I can't sit still, I'm excited or something but I don't know why. I'm worried about something but I don't know what. I feel like the way I used to feel before my birthday or before Christmas (I never feel that way anymore) It's 11:25, I planned to go to bed an hour ago. I think I'm going crazy. krazy. crazie etc. I'm not a big fan of pills but I'm considering taking something to help me sleep. I can't just keep typing random words into google then getting bored and turning the computer off...then turning it back on. This is nuts, what the hell is my problem?

"I worry because worrying about loosing keeps you winning" - Sweet November

I AM 83% EVIL GENIUS! I am pure evil. I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will. Take the EVIL GENIUS test at Fuali.com

The Grindstone

This school year is nearing it's end and it's time to focus on my work. My current grades aren't so bad but they can be better and I will make them better. How? Well, doing more work might help. More work instead of spending all my free time (and un-free time) watching TV. I've cut down on it the last three days and already I've seen improvement on test and quizzes. Could just be a coincidence but this studying thing could also have played a part. Starting to feel withdrawal though. I may also start to limit my time online, it’s going to be rough to break these long time wasting habits but I think I’m a pretty disciplined guy. I can handle it.

"Two dragons." - Starsky & Hutch

Grumble grumble.

I am starting to see what Faye meant when she said there so many things she wanted to blog about but didn't know how to say them. It's okay for me though, my memory is bad and it's not like me to dwell on bad stuff so I will forget all about whatever was bothering me. That was just going to be the intro to this post. I was going to go on to talk about my problems but I can't recall enough details about them now to make them worth your time to read. Oh well, guess that means it's not such a big deal. At least until they pop up again. Maybe I'll post a quiz or a quote here later, always an easy way out. Still this feeling of unfinished business lingers. . . Want to know something cool though? Today I found a $20 on the side walk. I went to Walgreens which was near by and spent it on a bunch of crap almost instantly. 3 tins of Altoids, metal handcuffs, Red Bull. I guess I was so happy to get money that I hadn't worked for that I wasn't really thinking. Finished all three of the altoids in one day and got a really bad stomach ache, among other things. I should have known better, that's why they call them mints and not candies. I didn't feel like drinking the Re Bull after this obviously. I walked around for minutes handcuffing my self to random objects and then unlocking it. Lamposts, a toilet, my guitar case etc. Wow that was a fine waste of a day and twenty bucks.

I took this quiz back when I first started this blog and got the same result--guess nothing has changed. Good movie, I need to rent it again:
Fight Club!


What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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